The Dark and Foolish King: The Fierce and Crazy Concubine Has Infinite Strength

Taking a deep breath without leaving a trace, Ye Beimo put on a harmless smile and continued his lobbying patiently.

"I am not well educated, and I cannot express how stunningly beautiful my sister is in a few words.

"My younger sister is a beautiful girl, and your majesty is a handsome man. You and my younger sister are truly a match made in heaven. Your Majesty should meet them first before making a decision."

"Prince, don't you understand what I say? I said I don't want to..."

"Someone, call the princess!" Without waiting for Lu Shian to refuse again, Ye Beimo directly called up the entourage beside him.

Lu Shian's expression changed, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

Before he could get angry, a graceful woman in green walked onto the stage.

The woman's face is covered with a veil and she holds a pipa in her arms. As she walks, her sleeves are lifted by the breeze and flutter around her like waves.

When she walked, she was as gentle as a willow swaying in the wind, and her whole temperament was as pure as if the Lady of the Nine Heavens had descended to the mortal world.

Because of the veil, everyone could only see her eyes. But just a pair of eyes was enough to make people crazy.

Those eyes seemed to contain all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, clear and affectionate, like autumn water, like cold stars, like precious pearls, like two balls of black mercury in white mercury, like the bright moon hidden in the flowing clouds...

However, there seemed to be an inexplicable sadness hidden deep in her pupils, and there was a blush in her beautiful eyes, which added a hint of melancholy to her overall look.

One can't help but wonder what happened to make this beauty sad.

Everyone was intrigued by her, and their eyes were cast on her graceful body, curiously waiting for what would happen next.

The woman walked to the center and stood still, nodding and kneeling towards Lu Shian. A clear and pleasant voice came out from her mouth under the veil.

"Princess Ye Qiandai of Zhujing Kingdom pays homage to the Emperor."

Lu Shian looked at the people in the audience, with a strange light in his eyes.

She was wearing a green dress with a few bamboos embroidered on the hem and a few thin bamboo leaves floating between her sleeves. She looked simple, gentle and ethereal.

He remembered that Qing'er loved the color green and also loved the steadfast and pure bamboo.

Every time he saw her, she would most likely be dressed in this green dress with bamboo embroidery. After she passed away, he had never seen this green dress with bamboo embroidery again.

lute……

He also missed Qing'er, who was skilled in playing the pipa. She could play all the romantic and life stories in the world, which always made him intoxicated. He wished he could live and die with the girl playing the pipa.

The dress of the woman in front of him was so similar to Qing'er, and the green dress and the pipa made him dazed for a moment.

At this moment, he seemed to return to the past, when she was playing the pipa, smiling at him and asking him if he played well.

But could she be herself? Impossible, Qing'er was already dead, she would never come back, she would never come back...

He lowered his eyes and sighed, then said dejectedly, "Please stand up without further ado."

"Thank you, Your Majesty..." Ye Qiandai's voice seemed to tremble a little. She stood up and looked at the emperor sitting on the dragon throne with her sharp eyes.

Just one glance, and her already tearful eyes became even mistier, as if tears would burst out in the next second.

No one knew that her lips under the veil had been bitten white, as if she was trying hard to suppress and endure some emotion.

Seeing that Lu Shian’s attitude softened a bit after seeing Ye Qiandai, Ye Beimo smiled complacently and stepped forward and said, “Your Majesty, this is my little sister.

"Not only is my little sister beautiful, she is also a skilled pipa player. The music she plays is more pleasant than that of the professional musicians in the palace. How about taking this opportunity today to let my little sister play a piece for the emperor and the ministers?"

Lu Shian looked at the figure that looked like Ye Shiqing, and nodded as if possessed by a ghost, "Play it."

It has been a long time since he heard Qing'er play the pipa. He wanted to listen...

"Yes." Ye Qiandai nodded, sat on the stool placed by the maid, held the pipa in position, placed her slender fingers on the strings, and a string of ethereal and soft notes flowed out from her fingers.

Lu Shian's body shook, and his heart seemed to be hit by a huge rock, causing huge waves.

Long dry line!

It was "Changgan Xing", the song that Qing'er was best at and loved to play for him the most.

My hair is just beginning to fall, I am picking flowers in front of the door. My lover comes riding on a bamboo horse, playing with green plums around the bed. We lived together in Changganli, we were two little kids without suspicion, I am your wife at 14, I am still shy...

The first part describes the childhood sweethearts playing and having fun, while the second part describes a married woman's longing for her husband.

This poem seems to describe the story between him and Qing'er, and it is also his favorite poem.

This music score was composed by Qing'er herself and written for the two of them.

How could this foreign princess play the piano? This is impossible! Could it be that she...

Ye Qiandai played this sentimental ancient music with her delicate fingers, her eyes and brows were filled with sorrow and resentment, making people intoxicated by the music, as if their hearts were touched by her skillful and superb pipa sound.

When the song ended, Lu Shian stared at her face under the veil and said word by word: "Take off the veil!"

Ye Qiandai was not surprised by his request. She obediently raised her hand and took off the veil covering her face.

The veil fell away, revealing a breathtaking and stunning face, causing everyone present to hold their breath.

There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent. Look at the Qingren city once, and then look at the Qingren country.

She was probably an angel who accidentally fell into the mortal world, with a pair of dark eyebrows like distant mountains, two beautiful eyes like autumn water, a nose like agar, lips like cinnabar, and a light oval face that showed her gentleness and affection.

Her skin is so white and delicate that it glows, just like the white snow on the top of Cangshan Mountain, without a single flaw.

At this moment, her beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned, revealing a slight worry on her delicate face, making her already extraordinarily beautiful appearance even more pitiful.

There was a look of astonishment in the eyes of everyone present. Even Xia Younan, who was also a woman, widened her eyes and gave praise without hesitation.

"She is so beautiful. She is indeed a beauty that can topple a country or a city. She deserves all those top-notch adjectives that Ye Beimo used just now."

Lu Xiuyuan glanced at the stage calmly, his phoenix eyes did not change at all, and he hugged his wife and said flatteringly: "Not as good as my wife."

Xia Younan glared at him and said, "You are the only one who can talk."

After seeing that peerless beauty, only Lu Shian was disappointed.

He was so disappointed that his eyes were slightly red, and his heart felt like it was being cut into pieces, the pain was unbearable.

It’s not her. It’s definitely not her.

He shouldn't have had that hope. Without that hope, he wouldn't have been so miserable.

Sighing, he asked gloomily, "Where did the music you played come from?"

Ye Qiandai lowered her eyes and replied, "I once visited your country and was fortunate enough to hear a woman play it. I loved it and kept it in my heart."

Did you hear Qing'er play it? Lu Shi'an thought, frowning and feeling sad.

Ye Qiandai looked at him silently, moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but said nothing.

The sadness in those eyes could not be held back no matter how hard she tried. As the mist in her eye sockets grew thicker and thicker, two crystal drops finally slid down from her beautiful eyes, leaving two beautiful water marks on her smooth face.

The beauty shed tears, like pear blossoms in the rain, and I feel pity for her. Everyone who sees her can't help but frown.