Emperor student

At dusk the next day, the sun set on the Changhe River, and the sound of gongs and drums in the royal city was seen in the distance, and the lights were decorated.

Listening to the sound of the gong from outside, Yin Ning couldn't help exhaling softly.

"Young Master, raise your arms." A Feng was trying to help him change his clothes. When he got close, he heard him sigh and said with a smile, "Are you flustered? Your Majesty is so kind to you, he will definitely not let you wronged."

Yin Ning shook his head: "Put on your clothes."

Since coming to Saibei, it seems that the whole world has been isolated from this sleeping hall by himself.The servant has Ah Feng to discipline him, and now, the three times he walked out of the dormitory are all because of Tang Bobao.

The first time was when he just came to Saibei, the second time was when he was kidnapped, and the third time was when he secretly went to visit him in the prison.

Yin Ning thought that this person might be executed soon, and felt very uncomfortable.

If we push forward another ten or five years, there must be only applause.

At that time, he hated his cousin very much.Tang Bobao is hypocritical and domineering, he can be called a beast in clothes, if he can't beat him, he tries his best to avoid him.

But now that his cousin is reaping the consequences, his mood suddenly becomes complicated.

"Young Master, why are you so sad?" A Feng took the long-sleeved shirt embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns embroidered with gold thread from the side shelf and put it on for Yin Ning.There is also a larger one with the same pattern on the shelf, which is for King Saibei.

Yin Ning cooperated with him to put on the sleeves, and retorted while adjusting the collar: "I don't have a sad face."

Ah Feng shrugged his shoulders and said: "Look yourself in the mirror, I don't care if you look like this, don't let the king see you, or you will think that you are unwilling to be snatched by relatives."

Yin Ning looked inside the copper mirror, the face reflected in the copper-yellow mirror was indeed not very pleasing to the eye.He deliberately curled the corners of his mouth and stood up straight until the person in the mirror looked energetic and beaming.

"Master!" Ah Feng fastened the belt around his waist, and when he straightened up, he saw him grinning in the mirror, shaking with fright.

Yin Ning was called out by him, and the hypocrisy that had just been blended suddenly disappeared in the darkness, and he walked into the room silently.

He and King Saibei were so happy with each other every day, and they were so affectionate every day. He never asked what King Saibei didn't say, even if it was some questions that he should know the most.

For example, where is his high hall, and whether he needs to see him.

Yin Ning asked herself if she was so indulging in his gentle hometown and pretending to be blind, whether there was some element of escapism.

When he woke up this morning, King Saibei was not there, and he felt a kind of cowardice and panic that he had never felt before for no reason.

In any case, the drums outside were already sounding.Yin Ning glanced through the window from a distance, the palace that was used as a banquet venue was very lively, and the palace people came and went in a hurry, as if they were celebrating a wedding.

The arrow is on the string.

Tang Bobao and a few of his subordinates entered the main hall amidst a group of dancers with low brows and pleasing figure.

The tall man was still a little nervous, and he inevitably stumbled when he crossed the threshold.The pipa in his arms was hung on the strings by the buckle on his clothes, making a chaotic sound.

Several guards at the door turned their eyes to this side, and when they saw that they were unfamiliar, they forced them in front of them, pointed at them with their swords and asked, "What are you doing?"

The little man was so nervous that his hands were sweating, and he quickly explained: "We are, we are musicians who came to play music."

Tang Bobao was hidden in the center of several people and looked around, not noticing the danger coming.When he raised his head, the situation was already out of control, and he stretched out his hand to the front of his clothes, intending to take out his fan, ready to break through at any time.

"What are you all doing here?" The voice of the head guard suddenly came from the side.

"Chairman!" The guards bowed their heads and saluted, and returned to their original places to concentrate on duty, but they were not far from here, and they all listened with their ears closed.

As if he hadn't seen it, the chief guard reprimanded Tang Bobao and the others loudly with his hands behind his back: "You are the male pets sent by Emperor Daxi, and you are only for the pleasure of the king and princess. With your appearance and posture, you can't make it to today's palace banquet. I’m going to ask the king to tell you that you will have a chance to come and perform. The banquet is about to start, why don’t you take your seats, you’re going to die?!”

The little man nodded and smiled apologetically: "Yes, yes, Chief Manager, we will be in our place right away!"

After speaking, several people went to His Highness's open space with their instruments in their arms, and placed the instruments in their hands on the shelves that had been arranged earlier.

Tang Bobao looked around while pretending to be tuning the strings, and seeing that the main seat on the high platform was still vacant, he knew that Yin Ning hadn't come yet.

But with a wrong eye, he saw the Ninth Prince who was staring at him with ill intentions.The man was sitting on the side closest to his qin, looking gloomy and wondering what bad idea he might have.

How could the Ninth Prince not see him, these people stretched their necks and looked around as soon as they entered the door, as if they were here to ask for a debt.Among the dancers and musicians who came to perform, they really stand out from the crowd.

Seeing Tang Bobao's eyes meeting with him, the Ninth Prince did not dodge, and looked at his expression full of pride: "Mr. Tang is really a genius from heaven, with steel and iron bones. After suffering such a serious injury, he can still live like a dragon."

Tang Bobao looked calm and breezy. In fact, several wounds on his body were still oozing blood, and his face was gloomy, but he was still a sick beauty.He was holding the qin, sitting in the hall, still squinting and mocking: "The Ninth Prince is a grasshopper after autumn, what are you doing jumping so high, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with this year's Tomb-sweeping Festival?"

The Ninth Prince put the cup in his right hand on the table, his face was ugly: "Young Master Tang is in a good mood today. That's right, your cousin is married to a good husband, so you must have a good face as a cousin."

This hit Tang Bobao's sore spot.He was too lazy to compete with this beast, and closed his eyes to tighten the string in his hand more and more. Fortunately, the quality of the violin that King Saibei found in the Central Plains was so fine that it barely broke.

"Your Majesty and Concubine are here!" The guards at the door announced loudly, the hall was suddenly silent, and the envoys from various countries who were competing with each other also calmed down.

"As soon as the king and princess come in, you will play music, you know?" The old musician reminded beside the chime.

The little man and the others nodded their heads in understanding, but Tang Bobao remained motionless, staring at the entrance of the hall.

King Saibei and Yin Ning were wearing the most popular long-sleeved gowns with similar styles among talented scholars in the Central Plains. At this juncture, they were at loggerheads at the gate of the hall.

"No!" Yin Ning kicked his legs and wanted to get out of King Saibei's embrace, "Let go of me."

King Saibei put him down regretfully, and felt that holding his sweetheart in his arms like this was like getting married in the Central Plains, so he resigned and said, "Then you can carry me in as well."

Yin Ning looked at him in disbelief.

King Saibei put his hands on Yin Ning, who was a head shorter than him, and urged: "Hurry up and pick me up."

Yin Ning was embarrassed to say that he couldn't hold it with his own strength, so he was indifferent with a straight face: "Today, the envoys of all countries are here."

King Saibei nodded: "In this way, we can let everyone know that we are deeply in love, and it will be a good story. Ning'er thinks about it, if all the couples in the world follow the example of you and me, that would be a good thing."

Yin Ning thought about it, if one day he was walking on the street and saw passers-by appearing in pairs with one hugging the other, that would be really... Really, I really can't scold them, damn it.

"With so many people watching, aren't you afraid that rumors will spread from various countries after the banquet, saying that King Saibei's legs are disabled and he can't walk?"

King Saibei thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "It's still Ning'er who has the world in mind and has a far-sighted vision!"

After he finished speaking, he took Yin Ning's hand, only to realize that Yin Ning's palm was covered in cold sweat from tension, and it was clammy and sticky.

"Ning'er." King Saibei gently squeezed his hand, "I am here, from now on, I will always be by your side."

Yin Ning and his eyes met, only to feel that all other worries and troubles in his heart were forgotten.He nodded resolutely, and vowed secretly that he must do his best in this life, and do his best for King Saibei's eternal hegemony.

King Saibei and Yin Ning walked into the hall together, the master master immediately rang the chime bell seriously, and the little man and others followed the drums and joined in the music.

Tang Bobao looked at the pair made that day, with reddish eye circles, and viciously plucked the strings.

"Zeng———" An extremely sharp and piercing high-pitched piano sound killed the unsuspecting people. layers of hell.

The little man was sitting closest to Tang Bobao, and was almost sent away by the sound. Before he could react, he was kicked out.

"Are you trying to kill us?!" The head guard had lingering fears. Not only was he scared to death by the sound of the piano, but he was probably responsible for it when the banquet was over, and he wanted to strangle Tang Bobao to death.

Tang Bobao ruined the last chance to take Ning'er away, beating his chest and wanting to cry: "I really didn't do it on purpose—how could I be so stupid?!"

The little man looked at the piano in his hand suspiciously, and plucked it lightly a few times, his voice was warm and lovely, as if that moment just now was everyone's hallucination.

Tang Bobao took the qin back into his hand and plucked the top string.

He used less force this time, but he also made a sound that was a hundred times harsher and more uncomfortable than the sound of a sharp blade cutting down on the smooth glass.

Everyone shivered again, and the head guard endured the itching on his back caused by the sound and asked: "That's it, what's going on."

Tang Bobao remembered that he was tuning the strings in his hand when he was fighting with the Ninth Prince just now, and sat on the stool in despair.

"I twisted the strings too tight."