Endless entanglement of thoughts and years

  Her face smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that a few days ago, she was still thinking about how to celebrate Pan Yueyang's birthday, and when she gave up, heaven played tricks on her, forcing her to give him a gift.

  "But, Fenghe, I'm pregnant now and it's not suitable for me to perform in front of the emperor." Although Yan'er didn't want to use her child as an excuse.

  "Impossible, my lady." Feng He's firm gaze fell on Yan'er, who was also pregnant and had to put on a show. The emperor was clearly favoring the princess, and if Yan'er were to avoid this grand banquet by citing her pregnancy, it would only lead to more trouble.

  "Alright." Yan's face was difficult to look at as he nodded reluctantly, it seemed that no matter what, he would have to make a fool of himself.

  "Is there anything you need me to do, madam?" Fenghe saw her nod in response and felt a lot more at ease.

  "Nothing, I haven't thought it through yet, let's talk about it later." Yan'er said and was about to lie down to sleep.

  "Madam... The General's birthday is in three days..." Feng He reminded her kindly, Ah, I reckon Madam still thinks there's plenty of time to prepare.

  As expected, her body stopped just as she was about to lie down: "Three days?"

  Feng He nodded tightly, it was indeed three days later...

  She tilted her head and thought: "Why don't I just dance a little?" When she was at home, she loved to practice dancing, and this was one of the few things she was good at.

  "Good!" Fenghe thought for a moment, then asked again: "But madam, what kind of dance costume do you want? I'll hurry to prepare it for you. And which tune do you want, the musicians in the city are all waiting for your summons." This was not something Fenghe would lie about.

  "What? The musician is waiting for me to summon him?" Yan's face was filled with confusion.

  "Yes, the imperial city knows that both Madam and Madame Frowning are going to perform in front of the emperor, the princesses have their own royal musicians to play for them, but we can only find our own, after all, the imperial city's musicians are waiting for Madam's summons." Fenghe explained.

  "Ah, that brow......" Xiang'er thought of that always wore white clothes brow, from the beginning to the end.

  "Mrs. Mei said no need for musicians." Feng He looked at Yan's face with a clever expression.

  "I don't need it either, just prepare the Xiao for me. Forget it, I'll just be a musician." Feng He's face became increasingly entangled as he was tossed back and forth by Yan Er: "Feng He, what's wrong?"

  "Madam, you must prepare seriously." Feng He's words were filled with concern and importance. The madam was uncertain about which piece to use and what accompaniment to choose for this performance in front of the emperor...

  "You go prepare your clothes." Yan'er didn't want to say anything more.

  "But madam, you haven't said what style of cheongsam you want." Feng He furrowed his brow again.

  "Do as you like, I'm tired." She turned her body away from him and lay down.

  ……

  Three days later

  Fenghe smiled as she looked at the basket of clothes made by Qian'er, she had been serving her mistress for so long that she knew she suited bright colors, so Fenghe chose a pink fabric to make Qian'er's dance costume. For this dress, she especially asked Huabi, the maid who was considered the best embroiderer in the mansion, to embroider flowers on it.

  Fenghe shook open the dance clothes, a pink dance dress with gold and same-colored embroidery threads embroidered with plum blossoms that were about to bloom, elegant and refined, and set off the brilliance of the fabric. Fenghe used thin gauze to sew the water sleeves, thinking that Yan'er's wife would wear this dance dress and fly in front of the temple, surely overwhelming all the flowers!

  "Madam, come try on the dance dress I made for you." Fenghe saw Yan'er get up and happily carried over the clothes.

  "Ah, never mind." She didn't even look at the dance dress.

  "Madam, tonight is the grand feast in the palace, it's better to try it out." Feng He disagreed.

  "I haven't even thought about the dance, what's there to try?" Yan'er casually tossed the skirt aside.

  Feng He looked at Yan'er with concern: "Madam..."

  "Alright, Fenghe, don't say anything more, I have a plan." Yan'er hugged her desperate heart, as long as she didn't perform in front of the emperor, she would inevitably incur his displeasure. If she didn't put on a show for the princess, she would probably only get a death sentence. This was her most satisfying way out.

  Feng He was somewhat flustered, her face hadn't been made up and she hadn't practiced dancing, it was almost evening when they were supposed to enter the palace, but she had only just woken up, it seemed like this trip to the palace would be more unlucky than lucky.

  "Madam." Outside, Single Cloud Ji requested an audience at the door.

  "Madam, it's the housekeeper."

  "Tell him to come in." Yan'er sat in front of the copper mirror, thinking that she could finally leave this chaotic world that had caused her so much pain. If she were to die on Pan Yueyang's birthday, he would probably be unhappy every year on this day from now on.

  "Madam, the sedan chair is ready. General and Madame Yun are waiting for you outside." Xiangyunji was really sweating for her, as it turned out that the general had to wait for this mistress, but the general was indeed good to this mistress, knowing she was sleeping, he actually waited without letting the maid wake her up.

  "So soon?" Yan'er slowly combed her hair bun.

  "Housekeeper, we'll be fine soon." As she spoke, Feng He's hands and feet moved quickly to help Yan'er wash up, while Shan Yunji let out a sigh of relief and quickly exited the room.

  Fenghe thought that regardless of whether Yan'er performed in front of the temple, this move was a must-do. She opened up all of Yan'er's hair and the dress was made by her, so she had already thought about the hair accessories. Simply spreading the hair behind her back, only on top of her head, she simply coiled a flat bun. Suddenly, Fenghe's hand had an extra shiny thing.

  Her eyes were also dazzled by the bright red light: "What is that?"

  "This was given by General Shun to his wife on the day before yesterday." Feng He said, spreading out the ornaments in her hand.

  It was a large drop-shaped ruby, secured with a ribbon, without any decoration. The ribbon was pale pink in color, extremely prominent in the middle of this ruby, it looked like a beautiful woman's tear, swaying on the ribbon, but it was pleasing to people.

  She touched the red gemstone with her face: "Put it on." The gemstone was just stuck to her forehead, and as soon as she moved, the gemstone would sway back and forth, reflecting a dazzling light in the copper mirror.

  Fenghe helped Yan'er put on the dance costume, and the pink dance costume set off Yan'er's small white face, making her look like a delicate little flower.

  "Madam is really beautiful." Feng He couldn't help but exclaim.

  "Let's go." Yan'er didn't want to make Danchunji uncomfortable.

  Two people slowly came to the yard, Pan Yu Yang and Chen Er had been waiting for a long time. Pan Yu Yang wore a dark red long gown, while Chen Er was still in her usual white attire, but today she used pearls as decorations, with stars of pearls on her head, clean and elegant.

  Pan Yu Yang looked at Yan Ruo Shui walking towards him like a hundred flowers fairy, his eyes shone with approval, the three of them didn't say much and directly got on the carriage.

  "Yan'er, what performance are you going to put on this time in front of the emperor? I heard you didn't even hire any musicians." Pan Yu Yang started admiring Yan'er's outfit again. Since getting to know Yan'er, she had never seen her show off any talents and really wanted to see her dance a song for herself.

  "Qian Er's sister didn't invite any musicians either." Yan Er smiled at Qian Er.

  "Yin'er has been playing the zither since she was a child, she doesn't need to invite musicians, she is the best musician herself." Pan Yu Yang sat between two women, one in white and one in red, complementing each other.

  "I didn't prepare any performance." Yan'er looked at the two of them with a self-mocking smile.

  Pan Yu Yang clenched his fist and took a deep breath: "Don't expect me to save you, this is a capital offense."

  She lowered her head and smiled slightly, she had expected that Yan would not make any preparations, a person who only sought death today was the best opportunity.

  The three people in the carriage each had their own thoughts and didn't speak again for the rest of the journey.

  As they entered the imperial palace, the three were led by a eunuch to the Celebration Hall. The magnificent golden and jade palace was specially prepared for banquets. Many officials had already arrived, and upon seeing Pan Yueyang accompanied by two maidservants, the crowd cast admiring glances their way. After exchanging pleasantries, the trio was seated at the table closest to the emperor.

  Seeing that everyone had arrived, High Official Gao smiled and went to the rear hall to invite Emperor Jing out.

  Everyone saw the emperor's carriage arrive and immediately knelt down: "Long live your majesty."

  "Dismissed." Emperor Xuan De chuckled and raised his hand: "I'm hosting a banquet today to celebrate General Zhen Guo's birthday, so there's no need for formalities today."

  Although it was said so, everyone still waited for the emperor to sit down before slowly sitting down.

  At this time, the music started, and the dancing girls came in from outside the door, one after another. The maids also began to serve dishes one by one. Xiang'er was attracted by this luxurious scene for the first time entering the palace. Each of the dancing girls was exceptionally beautiful, dressed in the same style, sometimes lined up in a row, and sometimes surrounded by a group like blooming flowers, breathtakingly beautiful.

  Pan Yu Yang picked up some dishes with chopsticks and put them on Yan's plate: "I heard you've been sleeping, so I guess you haven't eaten anything."

  He looked at the small mountain of food in front of him, thinking that he would die tonight, but it was better than starving to death. So he picked up his chopsticks and slowly savored the dishes Pan Yueyang had served him.

  Mei sat on Pan Yueyang's left side, holding a wine cup and occasionally taking a sip.

  "Haha, all of you should know that General Pan is about to enter the imperial family." Emperor Jing couldn't help but feel happy as he watched everyone enjoying the music and dance.

  "Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to General Pan." The ministers present began to offer their felicitations.

  "Today coincides with General Pan's birthday, I specially ordered someone to pick up Old General Pan, and he should be arriving soon."

  Everyone looked at the empty seat on the right side of the emperor, presumably this was left for General Pan. From now on, the Pan family will be prosperous, the emperor is indeed fond of General Pan.

  As he spoke, a eunuch outside the door announced that General Pan had arrived at the palace.

  Pan Yu Yang got up, preparing to welcome his father. Yan Er was also curious about what Pan Yu Yang's father looked like, thinking that Mu Bai's description of him must be very strict and harsh.

  "Your Majesty! I, your old minister, have arrived late." As he thought this, a loud voice was heard from outside the door. Yan'er looked up to see an elderly man with white hair and a suit of armor on his body, his beard covering half of his face, but his eyes were extremely bright, showing that the visitor was strong and healthy.

  "Please, General Pan, take a seat." Emperor Jing looked at Pan Zhongtian with delight.

  "The child greets his father." As soon as Pan Zhongtian sat down, Pan Yuanyang went forward and knelt on the carpet.

  "My son, get up quickly." Pan Zhongtian was very fond of this son.

  Mei'er saw Pan Yueyang get up, smiled and pulled Yan'er beside her: "The concubine greets General Pan." As she spoke, she knelt on the carpet.

  Her face was filled with emotion, and if it weren't for her brow being held back by herself, she really wouldn't know what to do. She followed him in kneeling on the ground, and after a long time, there was still no sound of getting up.

  "Father, this is my son's concubine." Pan Yu Yang looked at her father and intentionally made things difficult for the two of them, immediately coming out to mediate.

  "You! Lift up your head!" Pan Zhongtian pointed at Yan Er.

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