Yan Fu's gaze also shifted from Qiao Yu to the dancing woman, who turned out to be Xue Chengrong.
Xue Chengrong's dancing was not peerless, and even calling it top-notch was a stretch, but the accompanying musicians were extremely skilled, and the lingering sound was lingering. In addition, the beauty of the woman, half-hidden by the lotus leaves in the lake, was most alluring.
The empress dowager glanced at the emperor and then looked at Xue Chengrong with a hint of satisfaction, but she didn't know that Yan Fu was thinking about the graceful dance of his beloved under the rain of flowers. He hadn't seen Lan'er dance for a long time.
Of course, Yan Fu wanted to see it but that didn’t mean he would ask Qiao Yu to jump, because at this moment, the woman was no longer a pet that fawned over him in his heart.
Qiao Yu took a sip of the wine in the glass. The taste was a bit too spicy and she didn't like it very much.
"Yu Yuanting, go get the imperial concubine a glass of fruit wine." After saying that, Yan Fu leaned close to Qiao Yu's ear and asked with concern, "Fruit wine is smoother, sweeter and richer. I think you will like it."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Qiao Yu didn't expect the man to be so considerate. Even Zhu'er, who was serving beside her, didn't notice that she didn't like the Jade Wine very much. It was obvious that the other party was completely devoted to her.
Not to mention that the people sitting below were discussing the absurd rumor that even the emperor was fascinated by Concubine Xue's dancing.
The palace maid who was changing the wine had just brought it over when her hand slipped, and most of the wine in the pot spilled on Qiao Yu.
"Your Majesty, please spare me. Your Majesty, please spare me."
The palace maid only received a look from Yan Fu, and her hair stood on end instantly. She kowtowed in fear, and the music and dancing in the lake also stopped.
Yan Fu was about to get angry when he was stopped by Qiao Yu. Fruit wine was already sweet, and it was really uncomfortable to spill so much of it on his body. But was the palace maid really not doing it on purpose?
"Your Majesty, I don't think she did it on purpose. I'll just go change my clothes and come back."
The girl's gentle words quelled his anger:
"Why don't you thank the Imperial Concubine?" Yan Fu didn't bother to listen to the maid's thanks. He waved his hand and let her go. Then he said to Qiao Yu helplessly but dotingly:
"It's getting late. If you keep rushing back and forth and stumble, go back to Lanchao Palace, change your clothes, and wait for me, okay?"
The Queen Mother was thinking about today's plan and was naturally happy that Qiao Yu left first, so she also said:
"The emperor is right. You are not feeling well, so go back and rest."
"Thank you, Your Majesty ... and Your Majesty the Queen Mother, for your concern. I will take my leave now."
Qiao Yu was the only one who could leave the Wanshou Festival banquet early. It can be imagined how much the imperial concubine meant to the emperor.
Qiao Yu glanced at the Queen Mother casually and then looked away. It was a good thing that she also found this kind of banquet very boring. She stepped forward and whispered to Yan Fu:
"Nan Lan'er is waiting for you in the palace."
Yan Fushu smiled, his eyes full of love: "Okay."
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