My Lady is well

Jing Ruzhang personally held the hammer and struck the drum. Shen Yueyao raised her eyes and glanced ahead, only to see a dark figure, as slender as jade.

A burst of sonorous and exciting drum sounds rang in my ears, giving me a feeling of an army of thousands marching unstoppable force.

She was so frightened that her hand shook and the fish she was holding with chopsticks fell onto the food table.

Her brows flickered slightly. If someone didn't know, they would think a war was going to break out. It's just a game, why knock so loudly?

She didn't like wasting food, and was just debating whether to pick it up and eat it when the drumbeat stopped.

A bouquet fell into the hands of a handsome young man, who stood up and saluted the emperor.

Jing Ruzhang glanced at him calmly and said, "It turns out that you are the prime minister's son-in-law, Scholar Du."

Shen Yueyao raised her eyebrows, and when she heard the words "Mr. Du", she put down her chopsticks and became interested.

This scholar Du's original name was Du Changxun. He was the one who passed the imperial examination, dumped her, and married the prime minister's daughter.

She wanted to see what this Du looked like and what made him so special that he could dump her and marry the prime minister's daughter.

Shen Yueyao stretched her neck to look forward, and could vaguely see his appearance. He had handsome features, was gentle and refined, and looked like a decent person.

But compared with Jing Ruzhang, he is a little bit lacking. Let's take a look at what talents he has.

Du Changxun bowed respectfully.

"I am a humble official with limited knowledge and talent, but I would like to play a tune on the flute for your enjoyment."

Shen Yueyao raised her eyebrows slightly and stared at the person playing the flute.

Jing Ruzhang's eyes darkened and he lowered his eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking.

Perhaps Shen Yueyao was born with little talent for dancing and music. She only noticed his slender and white fingers, but did not hear the soul-stirring mood of the song.

Hearing the sparse applause in the hall, I felt that it should be pretty good.

She looked away with a lack of interest, thinking to herself, it's not that great, and continued to eat.

There was another thunderous drumbeat, and the bouquet fell into the hands of a woman.

The girl was beautiful, with a pair of affectionate phoenix eyes, a teardrop mole under the corner of her eye, and a slim figure.

Shen Yueyao made a judgment that she was a beauty, said to be the daughter of Lord Jiang, who had just been sent to the palace and named a concubine.

Concubine Jiang stepped forward and saluted the emperor: "I would like to perform a dance for you. I wish that our Great Jin will be peaceful and prosperous."

Shen Yueyao thought that Concubine Jiang had a bigger vision than that Bangyan Du, and even Jing Ruzhang showed admiration in his eyes.

Concubine Jiang moved with light lotus steps, her figure was graceful, sometimes she raised her wrist and lowered her brows, sometimes she stretched out her hands lightly, her jade sleeves fluttering in the wind like a graceful butterfly.

Shen Yueyao was fascinated by the scene. If all the women in the palace were like her, why would she worry about not holding a high position one day?

No wonder Aunt Shang was so strict in requiring them to control their diet and practice their body posture.

But what does it have to do with her?

There are people who want to climb up and are willing to suffer this pain voluntarily, but she doesn't want to.

She took out the lunch box and picked up a plate of walnut cakes and a plate of red bean cakes that she had not yet touched, completely unaware that a red silk flower ball was flying towards her.

The bouquet just hit her on the head. She tilted her head slightly, but before she could react, all the eyes around her were directed at her, some curious, some surprised, some watching the show, some looking contemptuous...

Shen Yueyao didn't have time to digest it, and the red bean cake in her hand was still suspended in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

Her heart was pounding, rising to her throat, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

This is all. I originally wanted to have a good meal, come in a low-key manner, and leave in a low-key manner. I didn’t want to alarm anyone.

They are all that guy named Song. Why are you playing the game of passing the flower for no reason? Isn’t the drinking game more interesting?

She suppressed her panic, put the red bean cake back on the food table, picked up the red silk ball that fell on the ground, slowly stood up as if nothing had happened, and walked forward.

I really hope a bolt of lightning will strike from the sky and hit Jing Ruzhang on the head, causing him to lose his memory.

She lowered her head, stepped forward and bowed deeply, lowering her voice.

"I have met the emperor."

Jing Ruzhang glanced down at her condescendingly and said in a cold voice.

"Keep your head up."

Shen Yueyao pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingertips, her knuckles turned slightly white, and she raised her head in fear, with a hint of panic in her eyes, like a frightened little animal.

Her lively eyes rolled across his face without revealing any expression, and then she lowered her head again.

"What is your name?"

"..."

He was deliberately trying to humiliate her. Shen Yueyao took a deep breath, tried to make herself look calm, and answered loudly.

"I am Shen Yueyao, a concubine of Yingxiu Palace."

The expressions of those on the high steps became a little subtle. The queen pursed her lips, glanced at the emperor's face, then picked up the fruit wine on the table and took a sip.

Du Changxun, who was on the lower level, was obviously even more excited when he heard the name, and accidentally knocked over the teacup.

Jing Ruzhang sneered vaguely and said in a calm voice.

"Oh, Shen Cainv, do you want to play the zither or dance?"

She didn't know how to do either of these two things, and she really couldn't think of any talent she had, so she just said it with gritted teeth.

"How about...I...tell you a story."

The Queen Mother smiled gently and said, "It's Yueyao, okay, tell me a story, I like to listen to stories."

Jing Ruzhang threw the drumstick in his hand into Song Chuyao's arms, glanced at her with interest, turned around gracefully, and sat back on the dragon and phoenix throne.

"I want to hear what wonderful stories Shen Cainu has to tell."

Shen Yueyao said hurriedly: "It's not exciting, it's just an ordinary story."

She took a breath, slowly stood up, coughed twice and cleared her throat.

"It is said that there was a tribute student in Longxi, his surname was Ji and his name was An, he was upright and kind. Once he got lost in the mountains and forests and met an old man named Zhang, who took him home and treated him warmly. Old man Zhang had a daughter named Zhang Xiangyan, who was pretty and looked like a fairy in the sky. Ji An fell in love with Miss Zhang at first sight and expressed his love to her, but Miss Zhang refused Mr. Ji's proposal. After returning home, Mr. Ji thought about Miss Zhang day and night, so he asked a matchmaker to propose again, but the matchmaker said that there was no family with the surname Zhang in the forest."

Everyone in the hall looked at her curiously. Song Yayuan swallowed and said.

"Could it be that she is a ghost?"

Shen Yueyao smiled faintly and continued.

"After Master Ji found out, he became lovesick and fell ill. Miss Zhang came to see him after hearing about it. When Ji Sheng saw Miss Zhang, he didn't dare to blink, for fear that she would disappear again. Miss Zhang was originally a flower demon, and she couldn't have feelings for mortals. So, she stayed with Master Ji for one night, stayed in the elixir, and then disappeared..."

Before the story was finished, an old official on the lower steps stood up and spoke sternly.

"You are a weird person, having an affair without a matchmaker, and spreading lies to confuse the public. I don't know what you are talking about. Please punish Shen Cainu."

The concubines above, who were listening with great interest, all gave him a "disappointing" look.

The Queen Mother smiled kindly and said, "Lord Chen, you are too kind. It's just a story."

"It's better not to listen to such a heretical story."

Shen Yueyao didn't know for a moment whether she should continue speaking. With an innocent look, she raised her eyes to the person sitting above her, asking for instructions.