The voices gradually rose, the candlelight was bright, the moon was bright, and the viewing pavilion became more and more noisy, just like drinking and drinking in the singing and dancing, and drinking, and having a wonderful evening was free.

The cheerful chat suddenly stopped, and suddenly the viewing pavilion was silent. The ministers shrank their necks and looked around, looking at me, I looked at you, I don’t know why.

Suddenly, all the eyes in the viewing pavilion were fixed at the entrance.

A tall red, black and illusion-spreading figure came over, like a cloud fog. The hem of the long skirt swayed slightly as the lotus steps moved slightly. The golden thread and gold powder in it were shining brightly under the light, shining with golden light, brilliant but not vulgar, moving but not dazzling.

Wen Wenlan put on a little makeup, her face was white, and a thin layer of pink in the middle was stained around the slender and bright eyebrows, removing childishness and applying a woman's three-point charm and five-point nobleness of the royal family, while the eyes that had always been calm and deep still had the domineering spirit of a nine-point emperor.

The immortal wine is intoxicating but not intoxicating, and the purple air is intoxicating but not intimidating.

After a while, some slightly opened mouths in the viewing pavilion were suddenly lifted and closed. They were used to seeing the cold and majestic emperor. Such a side was rare, so they all ignored Zhou Mohuai beside Wen Lan.

He also wore a dark red wide-sleeved dress with dark patterns, a jade belt and two jade plaques, and a purple nobleness against the backdrop of silver-white ears, and was surrounded by fairy spirit like a magic weapon in the sky.

The feet were pedaled and gold-plated satin soft-soled boots, and the purple jade lotus, peony dragon and phoenix crown was on his head. At a glance, he sighed and said, "Whose fairy floated down from the painting."

He was tall and tall, and some bold ladies looked around with the curtains, but half of the golden surface on Zhou Mohuai's face blocked all the curiosity.

Many eyes were intertwined around, but Zhou Mohuai could clearly feel a bunch of gazes. He turned his eyes slightly to look for them and quickly locked in the target.

Sun Chijian was staring at him and Wen Wenlan with a smile, his eyes narrowed slightly and curved a little.

After a closer look, Zhou Mohuai noticed that Sun Chijian was staring at his hands that were intertwined with Wen Wenlan.

Some people can always get the point quickly, Zhou Mohuai raised his eyebrows and looked away calmly.

In addition to the surprise in front, there is also the jealousy and deep curiosity behind.

Chongjia walked behind Zhou Mohuai, his resentful eyes almost glared through Zhou Mohuai. The place beside His Majesty originally belonged to him. He looked at Wen Wenlan's hand and was filled with sadness in an instant.

Your Majesty has never held his hand, let alone linked his fingers.

Why, why can that man of unknown origin take away all his favor? Since Ming Zhao came, His Majesty has begun to neglect him.

Guan Yu glanced at Chongjia's eyes, which was about to quench his poisonous eyes, with a relaxed look on his face, and looked like he was waiting to watch the show.

Tonight's palace banquet is very important. If Chongjia jumps out and makes a fuss, the plot may be exciting.

Who knows whether Wen Wenlan used this award to accompany people for many years to enter the cold palace or Chongjia used this to turn the tables and defeat Zhou Mohuai?

He was very much looking forward to Chong Glenneng doing something at this palace banquet. With Zhou Mohuai's current favor, it is not easy to defeat him, but it is always possible to make a stumbling block.

Not knowing what he thought of, Guan Yu bent the corner of his mouth, and his eyes that had always been calm suddenly burst out with the glimmer of desire. He was waiting for Zhou Mohuai to come and ask him for it with the Baihuan Formation he mastered.

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【Small Theater】

I don’t know when it started, but the two-player game every night began under Wen Wenlan’s coercion and temptation, and ended with Wen Wenlan begging for mercy and pleading.

She thought Zhou Mohuai's skills were not good, so she wanted to improve his skills and cultivate his interests through daily practice to accompany her through her free nights.

Later he discovered that Zhou Mohuai was just hiding it. Whenever he forced him to take the initiative, he would suffer losses.

Wen Wenlan: "I don't want it anymore, let's take a rest."

Zhou Mohuai: "No, it's not over yet, let's do it again."

Wen Wenlan: "Zhou Mohuai, don't bully people by relying on your ability!"

Zhou Mohuai: "Didn't I force you at the beginning? You wanted it."

Wen Wenlan pushed the chessboard and the chess pieces scattered, "I won't play anymore, I want to rest!"

Wen Wenlan stood up angrily. She had never won since playing chess with Zhou Mohuai, so where is her face!

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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