Everyone in the banquet hall knelt on the ground, and the loud voice was repeated three times in a row, and the aftermath echoed in the hall over and over again. Pen inkstone pavilion

When the aftermath dissipated, the banquet hall was very quiet, and everyone knelt on the ground motionless.

Qin Wentian secretly turned his head sideways and looked in the direction of the woman in white just now.

There were a lot of people around, but Qin Wentian never found that white figure.

"Zhongqing is flat."

"Emperor Xie, Empress Xie, long live my emperor, long live long live, long live long live, queen thousand years old, thousand years old, thousand years old."

"Wow!"

Everyone in the banquet hall stood up and walked to their seats.

Qin Wentian couldn't just follow the crowd to his seat.

After taking a seat, Qin Wentian's gaze would always look uncontrollably in the direction where the white figure had disappeared.

Seeing that the head of the house was frequently sideways, Steward Lan couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "The head of the house?" But what's wrong? ”

"Nothing."

Qin Wentian sat up straight, and secretly said in his heart: Maybe he was wrong, right?

After the palace people read the holy decree, the piles of firewood were ignited by the surrounding people, and suddenly, bursts of heat spread around.

With the lighting of the bonfire, the feast begins.

In the sound of silk and bamboo, many young dancers (men) walked to the center of the banquet one after another, they extended from the front row of the banquet all the way to the end of the banquet, the piano sounded, and the dancers began to dance gracefully with the music.

From time to time, Qin Wentian's surroundings would sound the laughter of women, and the praise of the dancers, looking at the men twisting their waists in front of him, Qin Wentian couldn't help but think, if she was here, would she also praise their dance like these people?

It's a pity that he can't dance......

She must love watching him dance the sword, right?

Every time he danced the sword, her eyes seemed to glow when she looked at him, and she ...... You should like it, right?

When he sees her tomorrow, he will give her a sword dance, and then he will be able to hear her praise!

Perhaps, tomorrow morning, he can go to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War to find her!

She would be happy to see him, wouldn't she?

The corners of Qin Wentian's mouth were slightly hooked, perhaps, she was also thinking about him......

The military department of Shangshufu?

Today, there should be a military secretary among the people who come......

Just now, the woman in white he saw, will it ...... Is that her?

Since she lives in the Mansion of the Ministry of War, perhaps, she will come to the palace banquet with the Ministry of War.

However, if she could come to the palace banquet, in what capacity would she come?

Don't...... Is it a subordinate?

She used to live alone in the mountains, and there was no one she knew in Shangjing, and when she first met her, she was sold to Hualou.

She always comes to him at night, could she be in the Shangshu Mansion of the Military Department...... Errand?

If she was really a subordinate in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War, he had to take her out quickly, how could he let her be a person for others?

"Head of the house? The head of the house? ”

Steward Lan's voice sounded in his ears, and Qin Wentian tilted his head slightly and looked at Steward Lan.

Steward Lan whispered in Qin Wentian's ear, "Master Fan, I'm talking to you. ”

Qin Wentian tilted his head slightly and looked at the Fan family master on the left.

"Master Fan, I asked you about the summer silk."

At the moment when Qin Wentian turned his head, Steward Lan said in a low voice.

"Qin Family Master." The head of the Fan family looked at Qin Wentian with a smile on his face.

"Master Fan, this dance is so beautiful, I was stunned for a while."

"The dance at the palace banquet is beautiful!"