Chapter 41: Night Light Cup

  No one knows how long the two people just stared at each other, only when the Left Chancellor happened to pass by and saw this scene, a clear cough broke the inexplicable, sentimental and ambiguous atmosphere between them.

  Hua Xiang Rong hastily withdrew her hand, as if she had been caught in the act of adultery, and a flush rose to her face. She finally came back to herself, wondering what she was just doing, why she kept staring into Gong Sun Long's eyes that seemed to be probing hers all along. Even if she wasn't really Hua Xiang Rong, it didn't mean she dared to flirt with men behind her husband's back!

  As soon as he thought of this, Hua Xiang Rong suddenly turned around and ran away, leaving behind Gong Sun Long Qing with a slightly desolate expression, a layer of heart-wrenching bitter smile on his face, facing the sighing and shaking head of Zuo Cheng Xiang.

  Hua Xiang Rong ran back to Xiao Yue Han's side, Xiao Yue Han lowered his eyes and looked at her panting heavily, with a red face from running too fast. He only slightly furrowed his brow, raised his eyes to look at Gong Sun Long Qing who was walking out from behind the fake mountain not far away, and his gaze became slightly colder.

  After the longevity celebration, Huaxiang Rong was always in a state of confusion, not understanding what had happened to her after seeing Gong Sunlong. If the original Huaxiang Rong really loved him so much, why did she want to return to control her body and say such harsh words to Gong Sunlong? Even if it was inevitable, if they were both brave enough, wouldn't this situation have been avoided?

  Thinking of this, Hua Xiang Rong couldn't help but steal a glance at Xiao Yue Han who was sitting beside her with a slightly cold expression.

  "Could it be, has this cunning old fox Xiao Yuehan discovered something?"

  Hua Xiang Rong hurriedly smiled and poured him a cup of wine: "Come, Prince Wang, have some wine to warm up your body."

  Xiao Yue's eyes turned cold as he glanced at her, but still took the wine cup and put it to his lips. After a moment of thought, he didn't drink, instead turning his head to look at her blandly: "Tonight, no matter what Father says or decides, when it's not your turn to speak, remember to shut up."

  "What's that?" Hua Xiang Rong looked at him with a puzzled expression, her mouth pouting in dissatisfaction as she slanted a glance at him: "What decision? Could it be that your father the Emperor wants to bestow a few more beauties on you to take back and make into concubines?" Hua Xiang Rong herself didn't notice that the words coming out of her mouth actually carried a hint of sourness.

  Xiao Yuehan rebuked her with a snort, but suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, the force of which made Hua Xiangrong feel as if he wanted to strangle himself to death. She could only shut her mouth and stop talking, nor did she have the courage to look up at Gong Sunlongqing sitting not far away.

  Then, just like in Jin Wang Fu before, there were celebrations, gift-giving, and so on...

  When it was Hua Xiang Rong's turn, she smiled and stepped out, performing a gentle and elegant ancient dance. As her steps gradually slowed down, someone presented two stretched-out white silk cloths. Hua Xiang Rong slowly turned around to the nearby area, using her foot to elegantly pick up a brush, while also holding one in her hand. Suddenly, she leaped into the air, using both hands and feet, dancing while simultaneously applying ink onto the white silk cloths.

  That's right, she learned the dance of Zhi Hua from "The Legend of Zhen Huan", after watching that dance, she carefully studied it for a long time, but couldn't find anywhere to show off her skills, after all, ancient dances are not always useful in the 21st century.

  However, today she was a perfect combination of hard work and beauty. Her dance was beautiful, the two calligraphy paintings were also beautiful. One painting depicted Shouxing laughing with a peach in hand, while the other had a large character for "longevity" written on it. Perhaps the calligraphy was too simple, or perhaps the dance was too ordinary, but when combined, the applause she received would be unusually loud.

  Just as Hua Xiang Rong smiled and put down her brush, she turned around and knelt down amidst a stunned gasp, softly calling out: "Daughter-in-law offers congratulations to the Emperor, wishing him fortune like the East Sea's endless flowing water, longevity like the South Mountain's ageless pine trees, ten thousand years of life, ten thousand years of life, ten thousand ten thousand years of life..."

  "Good! Rong'er really put her heart into it for my birthday, what a beautiful and elegant dance, what a wonderful painting with dance, worthy of praise!"

  As soon as the words were spoken, someone presented a luminous cup in front of Hua Xiang Rong. Hua Xiang Rong happily accepted it and immediately heard the Emperor say that from now on, when she drank wine, she should use this cup, and the taste would be much better than an ordinary cup. Hua Xiang Rong thanked him again before returning to her seat.

  She carefully glanced at Xiao Yuehan, but found that there was no appreciation in his eyes, only a slight frown, looking at the night light cup in her hand.