Chapter 32 Should I call you Miss... or Emperor...

A burly man in a crimson-purple official robe appeared in front of everyone. Although he was well dressed, he still couldn't hide the fierceness and heroism emanating from his body. Although the general is now over 50 years old, he can still be seen in the battlefield with his dragon-like steps and tiger-like steps, and his whole body exudes a heroic spirit.

His skin is bronzed due to years of fighting on the battlefield, and his muscles are knotted under his wide sleeves.

"How are you, sirs." The general clasped his fists and laughed loudly, with kind eyes and approachable, without any murderous aura on the battlefield.

"It's a rare opportunity to join you in the grand event, so I brought my nephew here." After saying that, the general stepped aside to let the person behind him pass.

The young man covered his face with a black gold mask. Although his true face could not be seen, his noble aura was like a sword out of its sheath, and he was extraordinary.

"My nephew was unfortunately caught in a fire disaster when he was young. He was burned beyond recognition and frightened everyone, so he always wore a mask when he went out." The general explained calmly.

The black-faced boy said nothing, but nodded slightly. The black gold mask glowed dimly under the palace lanterns.

In the past, the emperor always sat alone on the dragon throne at the palace banquet, with concubines sitting on both sides and other ministers sitting in the back.

But since Qi Li ascended the throne, the seating arrangement at the palace banquet has changed. The civil and military ministers sat on the left and right of the throne, while the six palace beauties and the families of the officials retreated to the back seats.

.......

Since Ye Wanwan became a palace concubine in name only, it is difficult to steal a half-day of leisure. She has to dress up and take care of her appearance every day at the hour of Mao. It's not that there is something important that she has to do, but the palace rules are strict and she can't slack off.

In the past two months, she has been studying hard to learn to read and have not left the palace, and Qi Li never sets foot in the harem. She originally thought that she was honored to be named Consort Ye, but she came to the New Year's Eve banquet today and found out that the emperor had named all the concubines after their surnames, which was a perfunctory treatment.

The girl was dressed up today, with a bright yellow skirt with gold embroidery and phoenixes trailing on the ground, a golden mandarin duck cloak, and golden beads rustling in her hair. In the flickering candlelight, she looked so bright and charming.

With the sharp singing of the eunuch, the palace banquet officially began, and Ye Wanwan took her seat.

The music of strings and bamboos was mixed with the laughter of people, and the enchanting dances of the dancers in colorful clothes stirred the fragrant breeze at the banquet.

Ye Wanwan knew that if Qi Youan really faked his death and disappeared, he would not appear in this crowded place, so she calmly held the celadon cup and tasted the exquisite eight delicacies specially made by the imperial chef in front of her.

But she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, as if there was a cold gaze like a thorn in her bone. The girl looked up in panic, but saw that the guests were toasting and the dancers were fluttering their sleeves, but no one was paying attention to her.

Maybe she was too tense after coming to Qi State, Ye Wanwan shook her head secretly and continued to work hard.

But she still felt a piercing coldness coming from above her head. She looked through the crowd of people and her eyes collided with the black-faced boy far away.

The noise in the hall receded like a tide. Behind the black gold grid at the eyehole of the mask, two eyes were like poisoned arrows, cold and wet, nailing her, which reminded Ye Wanwan of an old friend.

Seeing that the prey noticed, the boy nodded slightly with pleasure. Ye Wanwan suppressed her trembling, forced a faint smile in return, and then turned her head away and looked away as if she didn't care much.

Could this familiar gaze be... She couldn't help but doubt.

"Your Majesty, I and your nephew would like to perform a sword dance for your Majesty to liven up the New Year's Eve palace banquet." During the banquet, the general who guards the country suddenly stood up, saluted and spoke boldly, his bronze face already dyed with drunken clouds.

"Then dance." Qi Li, who was sitting on the throne, was talking and laughing with several young ministers with his arms wide open. Hearing this,

he just waved his hands casually. The general got permission and turned his head to look at the black-faced boy. The two of them had a tacit understanding. The boy immediately picked up the sword beside him, stood up and came to the banquet.

The dancers saw this and retreated to the stage. Everyone was silent when they saw this, looking at the two people on the stage with full expectation.

But the boy stood up with his sword, and the wide sleeves of his black clothes spread out in the wind. The moment the cold light came out of the sheath, the sword reflected the faint light of the mask, and drew several silver lines on the stage. The two's moves were like flowing clouds and water, and the strong wind that burst out when the swords hit each other actually blew the candlelight in front of Ye Wanwan's desk flickering.

"Good!" After the dance, the people around cheered and the applause resounded through the sky.

Ye Wanwan had no intention of appreciating the swordplay and gun dancing, and was busy tasting wine.

The wine of Qi State is stronger than that of Rong State. It tastes sweet at first, then spicy, and has an endless aftertaste.

As a result, the girl blushed and was drunk after drinking a few cups. After the banquet, she was not in a hurry to return to the palace, but wandered in the dim imperial garden.

After the banquet, Ye Wanwan took advantage of the wine to stroll in the imperial garden. The cold wind of December blew through the forest and water, making her blush more beautiful. Ye Wanwan leaned against the rockery and looked up at the bright moon. In the past, she was thinking about the elves in the fairyland and the marriage tree in Yinhong Pavilion. But now, what fills her mind is her mother's kind smile and her brother's hearty laughter.

I wonder how they are doing now...

Suddenly, a whisper came from behind the rockery. Ye Wanwan listened carefully and felt very familiar. After thinking about it, it turned out to be the voice of the minister she met at the gate of the Qinzheng Hall in the past.

Driven by curiosity, Ye Wanwan leaned over the stone and poked her head out. Taking advantage of the moonlight, she vaguely saw the emperor and the minister standing opposite each other.

"Is your majesty's body well?" The minister's voice was clear and flattering.

Suddenly Qi Li stretched out his hand and shook hands with the minister. The minister took the opportunity to shyly lean towards him. Oh

my God! Ye Wanwan's brain was shocked and couldn't think. She was dumbfounded and was about to scream.

"Don't make a sound."

A hot chest suddenly came from behind, and a big hand with the smell of green grass covered the girl's lips. The man whispered in her ear.

The long-lost familiar voice in her ears startled Ye Wanwan and trembled all over.

The warm lips caressed Ye Wanwan's earlobe, making her feel a little itchy. In order not to be discovered by the emperor, she did not dare to move too much, so she could only move slightly to separate from him.

Who would have thought that the man's strong arms tightly imprisoned her slender waist, and when he felt her move, he tightened it, making her unable to move.

Feeling the trembling body in his arms, the man let out a low smile from his throat, and his chin rested on her thin shoulder intimately.

Seeing this, Ye Wanwan stomped her feet and stepped hard on the man's feet. The boy just snorted but still did not relax the strength of his arms, but got closer.

Finally, after the two left, Ye Wanwan immediately pushed him away and broke free from the shackles, breathing in the slightly cool air.

Looking at the black-faced boy who was still looking at her with interest, she couldn't wait to step forward and take off the man's mask with excitement.

The boy allowed her to move, the moonlight was like water, and the face that the girl had been thinking about day and night finally appeared again.

"You are really still alive!" The girl couldn't hide her excitement. Driven by excitement, she jumped directly into Qi Youan's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in the boy's chest, causing her hair to tremble.

"It's great that you are still alive, I knew you were still alive..." Ye Wanwan murmured with endless excitement, and she could finally feel at ease.

Qi Youan thought that Ye Wanwan would be stunned when she saw him, and then terrified. But he didn't expect that Wen Xiangruan took the initiative to throw himself into his arms. The boy's expression was sluggish at that moment, and his brain crashed for a moment.

After recovering, Qi Youan raised his corners with a satisfied arc, and slowly gathered the person in his arms with his arms.

At this moment, they were like lovers who had not seen each other for a long time.

But this tender look was broken in an instant. Ye Wanwan quickly distanced herself from Qi Youan, holding the boy's face with both hands and looking at him carefully, left and right.

Qi Youan put his hands behind his back and let her do what she wanted, and said softly, "I didn't expect that the young lady thought of me so much."

But the young man immediately noticed the girl's current dress, with her long hair tied up, just like a palace concubine.

The moment he saw Ye Wanwan at the palace banquet, he wanted to rush to her side, but then he thought about the reason why she appeared in the Qi Kingdom Palace, plus the girl's current dress. He turned his joy into anger, and secretly followed her after the banquet.

Qi Youan's eyes darkened, and he immediately pinched Ye Wanwan's arm and said slowly with a cold tone: "Should I call you Miss now, or... the Emperor's sister-in-law?"

Ye Wanwan didn't notice the bottomless anger of the person in front of her, and still looked up at her drunken face and asked: "Since you are safe and sound, why do all people say that you have been killed?"

"Are you happy to marry that man?"

"What did you say? I'm asking you a question."

"I'm asking you too."

Qi Youan pressed forward step by step, and Ye Wanwan was forced to retreat step by step. When her back leaned against the rockery, she had no room to retreat.

Ye Wanwan felt the strength on her arm gradually increase, making her feel sore.

"You... you let me go!"

"Who's there?" Ye Wanwan's cry of pain startled the guards who came to patrol.

The guards walked towards them after hearing the sound, and Qi Youan immediately embraced the girl's slender waist and spun into the darkness of the cracks in the rockery, and the two were forced to huddle together again.

Ye Wanwan was forced to fall into the boy's arms. The approaching footsteps made her afraid to move and she was forced to maintain an ambiguous posture.

Qi Youan felt the girl's tense body and naughtily bit her ear bone.

The girl turned back and glared at him fiercely, but the boy didn't care and looked at her with a hint of teasing.

When the halo of the guards' lanterns faded away, the girl stood up suddenly and took the opportunity to hit the boy back with her elbow.

"Hiss--" Qi Youan covered his abdomen and pretended to be in pain, but there was a playful look in his eyes: "Miss, are you so cruel to His Majesty?"

"None of your business!" Ye Wanwan said in a choking voice, like a rabbit with its hair standing on end.

It is not advisable to stay in the Imperial Garden for a long time. If the guards really saw her alone with a man from outside in the middle of the night, I am afraid she would have to return to the fairyland early.

Ye Wanwan picked up her heavy dress and left in a hurry, as if she had met a ghost, fearing that Qi Youan was still behind her.

It seems that the plan has to be advanced... Qi Youan thought to himself as he watched the pretty figure leave, picked up the mask on the ground, put it on and disappeared into the night.

...

Why Qi Youan is in his current identity and why he pretended to be dead can be traced back to the few days before he returned to Qi State.

He knew that he was just a puppet of Rong Zhenyan and Qi Li, and even if he returned to Qi State, he would be imprisoned. In this case, he could not return to the Qi Palace.

But now he has no relatives, and the only close person is his master who has been with him since childhood - the general who guards the country.

His carrier pigeon could not help but recognize the path to Qi State, so he sneaked into the embassy late at night to borrow its carrier pigeon to send a message to his master, and conspired with him to escape.