jdhmnovel Chapter 74 Consort Fucha's Full Moon Banquet
Chapter 74 Consort Fucha's Full Moon Banquet
Not long after the full moon banquet began, Consort Hua, Nian Shilan, glanced at Cao Qinmo.
After seeing Cao Qinmo nod slightly in acknowledgment, Nian Shilan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
Then she gracefully raised her jade-like hands, painted with bright red nail polish, and clapped them gently twice.
As crisp, rhythmic applause rang out, a melodious and graceful string and wind instrument tune suddenly began to play.
Immediately afterwards, a group of graceful dancers entered in an orderly fashion, like nimble fish.
These dancers were all dressed in fresh and elegant green dresses.
The material of their dresses was as light and thin as a cicada's wing, and it swayed gently with their light steps.
They resembled emerald green lotus leaves swaying gracefully in the wind.
Each dancer held a small drum in her hands.
They arrived gracefully, their figures slender and their dance steps light and elegant.
The dancers' green costumes were a refreshing sight.
Everyone present was involuntarily drawn to them.
Even Zhen Huan, who had no interest whatsoever, was drawn in.
The dancers wore veils as thin as gauze on their faces, which added to their mystery as they were partially hidden.
On their high-coiled hair buns, a delicate pink lotus flower was tucked diagonally.
Holding small drums, they danced in perfect unison to the center of the arena.
They would gently stretch out their arms at times, and then sway their waists gracefully, displaying a myriad of charms in every gesture.
At the same time, they would occasionally tap the small drum in their hands gently with their slender, fair fingers.
It produced a series of crisp and melodious sounds, blending perfectly with the lingering and beautiful sounds of string and wind instruments.
Shen Meizhuang's expression was grave. Would the appearance of these dancers pose a threat to Huan'er?
Consort Jing and Noble Lady Xin couldn't help but look at Fucha Peiyun.
Today is the sixth prince's one-month birthday, and it's not appropriate for Consort Hua to pull this stunt.
But Fucha Peiyun was watching the performance with great interest.
They're overthinking it.
Before long, the dancers gracefully moved to one spot.
They stood close together, their movements perfectly synchronized.
It was like an impenetrable wall of people, completely blocking the view of everyone present.
Then, when the dancers separated again, everyone was surprised to find that...
A magnificently decorated drum has appeared in the center of what was originally an empty space!
Suddenly, a woman in pink appeared on the large drum.
She was like a vibrant red flower amidst a sea of green, instantly captivating everyone's attention.
The woman in pink also had her face covered by a light veil.
But her eyes were exceptionally alluring, as if they could captivate the soul.
The woman in pink slowly stood up and began to dance on the drum.
Her toes occasionally tapped the large drum beneath her feet, producing deep, powerful "thump-thump" sounds.
The sound echoed her graceful dance, creating a wonderful and harmonious rhythm.
The dancers in green dresses gently placed their small drums on the ground.
Surrounding the woman in pink, they lightly tapped the small drum with their toes.
The woman in pink danced beautifully; with each spin, her skirt swayed like a blooming flower.
The green-clad dancers around her moved in perfect unison with her rhythm.
Sometimes she bends down, displaying a supple and boneless posture;
Sometimes she raises her hand high, like a willow branch swaying in the wind.
The woman in pink resembled a bright moon hanging high in the sky.
The green-clad dancers surrounded him like stars around the moon.
Big Fat Orange, Prince Dun, and others watched with great concentration.
Nian Shilan was very satisfied and gave Cao Qinmo an approving look.
Then she looked at Fucha Peiyun and asked, "How was my handling of this matter?"
Fucha Peiyun, good, how could it not be good? She did a wonderful job.
No one noticed the exchange of glances between Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan.
All eyes were on the performance in the arena.
Especially the big, fat orange cat's eyes were practically glued to the woman in pink.
Just as everyone was immersed in the beautiful dance, the woman in pink suddenly rose into the air.
It performed a series of difficult flips in the air before landing steadily on the edge of the drum.
Her veil had fallen away at some point, revealing her stunningly beautiful face; her exquisite features were like those of a celestial being descended to earth.
The chubby orange cat stood up, left his seat, and walked towards the woman in pink.
The dancers finished their dance, bowed, and slowly withdrew.
The chubby orange cat walked up to the woman in pink, scrutinized her closely, and looked at her with amazement in his eyes.
"A beauty has fallen from the sky, why not embrace her sooner?" Big Fat Orange asked.
The woman in pink bowed gracefully, saying, "Your Majesty has forgotten your concubine."
Her voice was melodious and ethereal, like a clear mountain spring.
Big Fat Orange looked closely at the person in front of him and realized that he did look very familiar, and that he even bore a resemblance to Huanhuan.
Big Fat Orange: "You are...you are Fang'er?"
Seeing this, Nian Shilan was very happy; the old man had finally gotten rid of him.
"Your Majesty, it is indeed your concubine."
"Fang'er, are you all better?" Big Fat Orange.
"Your Highness, I gradually came to my senses. I had been mistaken before."
"I've misunderstood the Imperial Concubine..."
"Alright, the past is the past. It's good that you're back." (Big Orange)
Nian Shilan said, "His Majesty wishes to reminisce, but let's wait a bit; there's more entertainment to come."
"Good, good, good! Shilan's arrangements for today are excellent. I like them."
Su Peisheng, with his keen eye, added a stool next to the chubby orange-haired boy's seat.
Big Fatty Orange pulled Consort Fang back to sit down.
"The music continues, the dance continues."
Nian Shilan clapped her hands again, and a group of dancers reappeared.
A group of graceful dancers appeared again before the crowd.
The dancers were all dressed in flowing, deep blue gowns.
What's even more eye-catching is that each dancer holds up an exquisite oil-paper umbrella.
The dancers lowered their heads slightly, using umbrellas to cover their faces, leaving only their eyes, as tender and affectionate as autumn water.
That elusive expression, like viewing flowers through mist or gazing at the moon's reflection in water, was full of endless mystery and allure.
In this state of partial concealment, they inadvertently revealed a myriad of charms.
Like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, it stirs the heart and captivates the soul.
Just then, a melodious and gentle melody slowly began to play, like heavenly music.
The dancers responded to the sound and began to dance with light, graceful steps.
The umbrellas in their hands seemed to come alive, fluttering up and down and swaying left and right in rhythm with their dance steps.
At this moment, the large, chubby orange cat sitting in its high position was already watching intently.
His squinting eyes were fixed on the center of the stage, his gaze revealing undisguised admiration.
He would occasionally pick up his wine glass, take a small sip of the fine wine, and mutter to himself involuntarily:
"Truly exquisite! Such a wonderful dance is rarely seen in the world!"
Seeing how infatuated he was, Consort Fang, sitting next to the chubby orange tree, was deeply moved.
She couldn't help but give his shoulder a playful, gentle push, then leaned close to the big, chubby orange cat's ear.
She spoke a few words softly. The chubby orange cat smiled slightly and responded to Consort Fang's words.
The two then whispered to each other.
Before long, the dancers in blue gradually gathered together, forming a tight circle.
Then, they dispersed like a tide. In that brief opening and closing,
To everyone's surprise, a woman dressed in red had appeared in the center of the previously empty stage.
The large drum was brought up again and used as a stage by the woman in red.
The woman in red also held aloft an exquisite oil-paper umbrella, her toes lightly touching the ground.
With light and playful dance steps, she moved forward gracefully, like a butterfly in flight.
Her figure was graceful and elegant, every step she took was full of dynamism and beauty.
From afar, the woman in red resembled a blooming red lotus, exquisitely beautiful.
The woman in red instantly captivated the attention of everyone present.
Big Fat Orange's eyes lit up, and it leaned forward slightly.
Shen Meizhuang's expression grew even more solemn. "How come Consort Hua is so good at training people all of a sudden?"
"Huan'er, what should we do?"
Zhen Huan's face turned deathly pale; this was a time when she was losing confidence.
The umbrella in the woman in red seemed to obey her every command, spinning around as she did so.
Suddenly, the woman in red gracefully rolled over, her delicate body lying straight down on the huge drum surface.
At the same time, her long, slender, and agile feet lightly tiptoed.
The umbrella, which had been spinning, suddenly stood firmly on her toes!
This amazing scene drew gasps of amazement from the surrounding audience.
The dancers in blue surrounded the woman in red, their umbrellas clustered together like blooming flowers.
As the music changed, the dancers in blue began to slowly disperse.
The movements were elegant and fluid; the woman in red gently tiptoed.
Holding an umbrella, she gracefully descended slowly from the high drumhead.
Her every step was so light, as if she were walking on clouds.
Its eyes were lively and playful, glancing frequently at the chubby orange cat sitting in the seat.
Big Fat Orange's gaze was also fixed on the woman in red.
Shen Meizhuang, standing to the side, murmured softly, "It was her..."
His words were filled with surprise and doubt.
Zhen Huan, standing beside her, was also filled with astonishment, muttering to herself, "How could this be..."
They clearly found the appearance of this person unbelievable.
In the end, he couldn't resist the allure of the woman in red.
Unable to contain his excitement, Big Fat Orange stood up once more and walked to the center of the field.
After he stood up, Consort Fang rolled her eyes at his retreating figure.
If the old man wasn't looking for revenge, who would bother with you?
After the chubby orange cat approached the woman in red, it reached out its hand to help her up.
But the woman in red skillfully avoided it.
The woman in red danced around the large, fat orange, while the dancers in blue continued their movements.
It was only then that Big Fat Orange realized that these blue-clad dancers were all quite beautiful.
The chubby orange cat was especially happy to be surrounded by beautiful women.
Just then, the chubby orange suddenly heard Prince Guo's voice.
"Your Majesty, today is truly a day of great joy! The Sixth Prince is one month old, and you've also gained such a beautiful woman."
Big Fat Orange: "Hahaha, Seventeenth Brother is absolutely right!"
But you're late again today.
Prince Guo said, "Your Majesty knows me well; this is just my nature."
"Disliking these restrictions, I, your humble servant, will punish myself with three cups of wine."
The chubby orange cat said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll allow you to punish yourself with three cups of wine. But you can't do it again next time."
Fucha Peiyun, seventeenth brother, brother-in-law of the wife, you big fat orange, be more careful!
You pick up the way your brother-in-law looks at those beauties.
You deserve to be green with envy later on.