I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

Chapter 161 Sword Competition

The emperor and the empress walked in one after the other, neither looking away. As they entered the room, everyone stood up and bowed to them.

Xiao Heng held up a glass of wine and exchanged a few polite words with the ministers. He then said a few words in praise of the harmony of the world and the dinner officially began.

Just as everyone was seated, two rows of dancers leaped in gracefully. The musicians played drums, harps, and pipa. The sounds of waist drums and flutes intertwined, and the sounds of pianos lingered in the air.

Xiao Heng was happy to see such a peaceful scene. He held his wine glass and drank happily. What happened during the day seemed like an insignificant episode. Everyone had a smile on their face and was not affected by it at all. Even the Marquis of Yueyang had a good chat with the Wen family, at least on the surface.

By the end of the song, Xiao Heng's face was already flushed. The Queen looked at him disapprovingly but didn't say anything. She just kept a distance from him silently.

However, their seats were not far apart, so even if she wanted to hide, she would have nowhere to go. To save the royal family's face, she couldn't leave so quickly, so she could only endure it no matter what.

"Your Majesty, I'll also drink to you." Concubine Shu stood up with the wine glass in her hand and came to Xiao Heng's side, "I pray for good weather and good harvests in the coming year, and I pray for your Majesty's good health!"

After that, she picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Xiao Heng looked at her with dignity and admiration, and also picked up the wine glass and drank it all. "Shu Fei is right! Next year, our great country will surely reach a higher level!"

Concubine Shu wanted to use the wine to act coquettishly and stick to him for a while longer, but there was no seat for her at the top. After Xiao Heng said this, he turned his gaze back to the dancer in the center of the hall and didn't even give her a glance.

After that, Concubine Shu sat back dejectedly, but the setback just now did not seem to affect her enthusiasm at all. Su Minglang looked up and saw that others were either greeting each other or fixing their eyes on the dancer.

She looked around and saw only two gazes that were completely opposite to everyone else's. One was from Concubine Shu, who didn't care about what was being performed from beginning to end. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on Xiao Heng.

Just as Su Minglang was about to sigh, "What a fool!", he felt another undisguised gaze coming from the ministers below him. Su Minglang looked in the direction where it came from and saw that Su Xinrong was exactly the same as the Concubine Shu, with her eyes fixed firmly on Xiao Heng. The only difference from the Concubine Shu was that the look she gave Xiao Heng contained less admiration and more ambition.

"Oh! You really can't wait." Su Minglang sneered and retracted her gaze. Suddenly, her eyes turned from Su's mother's face. She looked up at her as if they had telepathic connection.

Their eyes met. Just as Su's mother was about to smile, she saw Su Minglang slightly raised his chin towards the position behind her. The smile froze on her face in an instant. Su's mother lowered her head in embarrassment, as if she had done something wrong and didn't dare to look her in the eye again.

Su Minglang curled his lips and completely retracted his gaze. He knew without thinking that the Su family wanted to send someone to the palace. How could Su's mother not know about such a big thing? I'm afraid that she not only knew about it, but also had the task of persuading him to help!

Fortunately, Su Minglang already knew what kind of person her mother was, so she was not surprised at her decision. After all, in the eyes of the Su family, no one could be more important than the glory of the Su family.

I am afraid that the fallen petals want to follow the flowing water, but the flowing water is heartless and clings to the fallen petals.

Su Minglang raised his head and looked towards Xiao Heng. He seemed not to be affected by that gaze at all. His eyes were fixed on the dancer on the stage without any playful intent, as if he was just admiring her dance and that was all.

If Su Minglang had not seen the folded hands behind the long sleeves, he would have really thought that Xiao Heng had made progress. However, he did not dare to reveal their relationship in front of everyone, so they only showed affection occasionally in small corners where no one cared.

Su Minglang even felt that he could see the obvious uneasiness in Li's eyes, but for the sake of the overall situation, he could only endure it and not say anything.

From this perspective, Mrs. Li is somewhat pitiful. Su Minglang was stunned for a moment and then laughed, as if he was amused by his sudden thought.

Xiao Ye was watching the dance intently when she suddenly heard Su Minglang's laughter and looked at her in confusion. However, she saw Su Minglang gently shaking his head at her and then looking back.

Fortunately, her laughter was not loud and no one else could hear it except those who were around her.

When the dance ended, the dancers bowed to the superior and retreated, even asking for rewards from Xiao Heng before leaving.

After the performance, it was time for the emperor and his ministers to have fun together. Xiao Heng drank a little too much tonight, so his demeanor was not as dignified as usual. Although he lacked some imperial majesty, he did look more friendly.

Xiao Heng waved his hand and was about to speak. Seeing this, the ministers quickly quieted down. He smiled and said, "We are in a good mood today. How about I play a drinking game with you? Let's play poetry to liven up the mood!"

"it is good!"

"Of course it's good!"

The ministers were in high spirits and responded one after another. Xiao Heng was about to continue when he saw the son of the Marquis of Yueyang jump up and walk to the center of the hall to salute, "Your Majesty, we are rough men and cannot speak of those idioms, let alone poetry! How about a sword dance to liven up the mood for you ministers?"

"No!" Lord Wen was about to stand up to stop him, but was held down by the person sitting next to him. Wen Ji shook his head at him. Although Lord Wen did not agree, he knew that his son had the most independent ideas in his mind, so he could only sit back.

“Hahaha! Lord Wen, there is no need to worry. My boy is young and hot-tempered and likes to wield swords and guns. But the kid also knows the rules. Lord Wen, don't worry!” Yueyang Hou noticed Lord Wen’s actions and comforted him with a smile.

Seeing this, Xiao Heng naturally agreed. After he nodded in agreement, the prince walked towards the guards beside him, but did not take his sword. Instead, he took off his scabbard and held it in his hand, intending to use the scabbard instead of the sword.

Lord Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. As civil officials, they were most afraid of swords and knives, let alone in front of the emperor.

The young master swung his hand with beautiful sword flowers, and his eyes suddenly became different. A murderous aura spread over him. Although the scabbard in his hand was not as sharp as the long sword, it made a sound of wind dancing in his hand.

He shuttled through the hall while changing his posture. The candlelight flickered and the shadows of the lamps swayed wherever he passed. Every time the sword wind swept through them, the faces of the civil officials turned pale, and Lord Wen's face became darker and darker. On the other hand, Marquis Yueyang seemed to be unaware of it, and his eyes were full of pride and admiration.