Chapter 676 Sending a Woman to the Emperor
"Otherwise, let her be your concubine."
"......!" As soon as these words came out, Nan Yan felt that the entire hall had become quiet, and her eyes suddenly widened.
What did this person say?
Let yourself be Munch's concubine?
Suddenly, a surge of anger spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. This was no longer a joke. It was an insult to the diplomatic relations between the two countries!
She glared at the mandu angrily and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by this?!"
Mandu heard these angry words and turned to look at Nanyan. His face looked calm, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in the corner of his eyes. He said, "That's what I mean."
"you--"
Seeing that Nan Yan was about to get angry, Meng Ke hurriedly stepped forward and said to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, my concubine. Uncle Mandu, don't joke around."
His face was still gentle, as if a smile was engraved on it naturally.
He turned around and said to Nan Yan, "Don't mind it."
“…”
"My uncle likes to talk nonsense after drinking a little."
“Hahahahahahahaha.”
Mandu immediately burst into laughter, patted Monk on the shoulder, and said, "My nephew still understands me."
Nan Yan still stared at him.
She discovered that although Lord Mandu was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.
He said to Monk, "What I just said was indeed a joke, but there is one thing I said that is not a joke."
"Oh? What?"
"Your Majesty, there is no imperial concubine in your palace yet."
“…”
"Your Majesty, I have selected some young and beautiful women and will send them to you in a few days. Your Majesty, please take a look and if you find any that you like, you may keep them."
This was another case of openly sending women to the emperor.
Nan Yan listened, feeling that it was filled with turmoil and could not help but turned to leave. However, Meng Ke still smiled and said, "Uncle, I will naturally accept your kindness."
"That's good."
Mandu said this, then turned and left with the wine glass.
But after taking two steps, he stopped and looked back at Nan Yan's back.
A gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
Monk walked to Nan Yan's side and said with a smile: "I'm sorry for offending you just now."
Nan Yan turned her head and looked at him.
Now, I kind of understand what Zhu Feng and the others said before.
Although Munch became the emperor, it seems that he was not free.
As he walked in, he could see that the ministers around him were very casual with him. Except for some of his confidants, the other powerful ministers had very subtle attitudes towards him.
Same with this one.
Nan Yan actually felt a little bit of pity for him, but she didn't say anything. She just said lightly: "It's okay. I won't listen to any unpleasant words."
Monk smiled and said, "This is a good habit."
Nan Yan glanced at him.
I'm afraid he often hears unpleasant things.
Monk exchanged a glance with her, then smiled and said, “Please take a seat.
He specially arranged Nan Yan's seat below his throne. After Nan Yan thanked him, she sat there.
Monk returned to his throne.
After the emperor and the guests of honor had taken their seats, everyone in the hall also walked to their seats and sat down. Nan Yan immediately saw that the person sitting below her was Arslan.
Beside him, there was an older, charming beauty.
Apparently, it was either his mother or his sister.
A pair of phoenix eyes, staring at him intently.
Being stared at by a beautiful woman might not always feel good, especially when the gaze is so sharp, as if it wants to see through you. Nan Yan couldn't help but feel sweat in his palms.
She coughed lightly, raised her head and looked across.
However, the seat opposite King Nanli was empty.
Then, should it be the King of Beili?
He didn't attend?
Nan Yan remembered that Zhu Feng and the others had mentioned that these two kings were originally the right-hand men of the Emperor of the Kingdom of Dan, but obviously, after ascending the throne, because Monk relied too much on Arslan, King Ashige of Beili had become alienated from him.
The previous battle in Peking was fought with him.
I had originally thought that I could meet him tonight to clarify some things, but I didn't expect that he would not show up.
Won’t he come to the emperor’s banquet?
Nan Yan was muttering to herself when Monk, who was sitting above her, stood up.
He said, "Everyone, today is the day when Yan Kingdom's Imperial Concubine Si Nanyan first arrives in our country. I have specially set up a banquet to entertain this distinguished guest. Everyone, raise your glasses and toast this distinguished guest."
After saying that, he picked up the wine glass in front of him.
The other officials also raised their glasses.
When Nan Yan saw this, she hurriedly stood up and picked up the golden cup on the table in front of her, which was already filled with fine wine.
Everyone toasted her, and she politely said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you all."
Then, covering his face with his long sleeves, he took a sip of wine.
So spicy!
In the past, when she was in Yan Country, she would drink a little wine from time to time. Although she was not a huge drinker, her alcohol tolerance was not bad.
However, the wine from the Kingdom of Dian is too strong.
Taking this sip was like swallowing a piece of red-hot coal, burning all the way from the mouth to the throat.
Nan Yan's eyes suddenly turned red.
She tried her best to hold back and not cough.
Arslan, who was sitting at the bottom, saw her like this and asked, "Are you okay?"
Nan Yan didn't say anything, just smiled politely at everyone, then put down her wine glass and sat back in her seat.
Mrs. Nuomin on the other side glanced at them, smiled, and drank a glass silently.
At this time, Monk clapped his hands again, and they heard the sound of drums and music outside the hall. Everyone's attention was attracted. When they looked up, they saw Princess Baoyin wearing a slim riding suit, holding a whip in her hand, and entering the hall with several women singing and dancing.
This is a dance from the Dang Kingdom.
After all, they are a grassland people. Their dances come from their daily lives and are related to horse riding and hunting. Therefore, the whip dance reflects this kind of life.
The dance is graceful and powerful, showing not only the femininity of women, but also a heroic spirit.
Nan Yan was stunned.
After a while, the song ended.
Everyone around clapped their hands in admiration. Several young officials stared at Princess Baoyin with wide eyes, saying repeatedly, "She is so beautiful."
It’s really beautiful.
Nan Yan stared at Princess Baoyin and couldn't help but think, why am I not as good as her?
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, applause rang out outside the hall again.
A deep voice said, "Okay."
When they heard this voice, many people in the hall changed their expressions. Even Monk, who was originally smiling, flickered his eyes slightly.
Nan Yan raised her head and saw a tall figure appear at the entrance of the hall.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com