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Chapter 222 The Concubine and the Emperor 9

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the palace was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The moonlight is like water, pouring on the golden tiles and red walls, interweaving with the lights of the world to form a brilliant picture.

In the Imperial Garden, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus is intoxicating, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the festive atmosphere is rich and warm.

Today is a banquet between the emperor and important officials in the court, and the guests are naturally officials of the sixth rank and above in the capital.

In the garden, the court officials were already waiting there, awaiting Chu Yun's arrival.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

Everyone knows that His Majesty is extremely handsome, even the most beautiful woman in the imperial city is slightly inferior to him.

But the people around His Majesty today are not inferior to His Majesty, and are even only slightly inferior.

Everyone first wondered which court official could walk side by side with His Majesty, and then they suddenly realized.

This person is probably Mo Heng, Mo Jun, who is currently favored by the emperor.

This Mo Jun really doesn't resemble his father at all. He manages to create a gentle and jade-like temperament with just a jade hairpin.

Out of curiosity, many people looked at Mo Heng carefully.

He was incredibly handsome, his eyebrows like distant mountains, his eyes like autumn water, his nose straight, and a faint smile at the corners of his lips. He wore a moon-white robe, an inky jade belt tied around his waist, and he looked like an immortal from a painting, a perfect match for this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. His temperament and appearance were truly exceptional, no wonder His Majesty had taken a liking to him.

Mo Heng and Chu Jun sat together in the upper seat, which had always been the seat of the queen.

However, the current Chu Dynasty has no heir, so this position should be vacant, and even the favorite concubine cannot sit in it.

Seeing this, the people in the audience turned their heads left and right to exchange glances with their companions, and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Not to mention that Mo Heng was only a third-rank monarch. Just because he was a man, he could not sit in this position, which was the position of the queen on par with His Majesty.

Moreover, with two men sitting together, who is the emperor? Where is the dignity of the royal family?

The ministers in the court couldn't help but have some guesses in their minds. They whispered to each other, exchanged glances, and tried to figure out the emperor's intentions from this unusual arrangement.

The aftermath of Nalan Ruo's downfall has not yet dissipated, and no one dares to raise any questions today, lest they bring bad luck upon Your Majesty.

The banquet was filled with a dazzling array of delicacies, their aromas tangible. Dancers moved gracefully to the rhythm of the music, their ribbons fluttering with their steps, like fairies in the Moon Palace, beautiful and mysterious. Musicians played the guqin, pipa, and flute, their melodies flowing gracefully and drifting across the palace walls.

Chu Jun ate snacks and was served by Mo Heng. No court officials came to disturb him today, so he was very happy.

The dancing and music in the audience didn't distract Chu Yun at all.

Dancers performing dances is a common tradition at palace banquets, and it will go on even if the emperor doesn't care.

But this year's dance seems to have been designed by someone else.

The dancers mostly danced in groups, but today there was indeed one dancer who stood out from the crowd, wearing a more colorful dress.

The dancer's movements were light and graceful, and every turn and glance back was filled with poetry. Her long hair was carefully tied up, with a few delicate pearl flowers inserted in her hair, which trembled gently with the dance, adding a touch of spirit.

The most eye-catching thing is her pair of seductive fox eyes, which can make people intoxicated with her glance and smile.

Mo Heng had noticed the person on the stage early on. He seemed to be dancing seriously, but in fact, his eyes were vaguely looking around him.

However, the dancer's seductive eyes were really cast to the "blind man". Chu Jun only had eyes for the delicious cakes and the favorite concubine beside him, and did not pay any attention to the people on the stage.

"Ah Heng, I want that." Chu Jun felt that Mo Heng seemed to be distracted, and pushed the person next to him in dissatisfaction.

Mo Heng withdrew his gaze upon hearing this, smiled slightly at Chu Jun's reproachful gaze, helped him get the snack, and considerately picked up a spoon to scoop up a mouthful and handed it to Chu Jun's mouth.

Chu Jun's first reaction upon seeing this was embarrassment, and he looked at the people below.

After discovering that the ministers all lowered their heads and did not look in his direction, Chu Jun felt satisfied and took a bite from Mo Heng's hand.

In the corner, Wang Hua was angry when he saw that his people did not attract the attention of the emperor. He thought that it was Mo Heng's interference that made his plan fail. He disdained Mo Heng's despicable means of competing for favor.

After the dancers on the stage left, the banquet was about to come to an end.

At this moment, Mo Heng suddenly bowed slightly to Chu Yun and said, "Your Majesty, I have also prepared a dance for you."

"Oh?" Chu Jun was very surprised, but his anticipation was even greater. "I didn't know my beloved concubine was good at dancing. I must watch carefully."

Mo Heng nodded slightly and walked towards the stage. The ministers around him noticed Mo Heng coming up on the stage and gradually quieted down.

The emperor's favorite concubine, with her black hair simply tied up, took only a few steps from her seat to the stage. Her elegant posture and noble temperament attracted people's attention.

"It's good that you are willing to spend time on me." Looking at the scene in front of him, Chu Jun's sense of accomplishment as emperor reached its peak, and he couldn't help but blurt out this line.

Chu Jun spoke in a low voice, and only the eunuch Li Yu who was serving beside him heard it. He was thinking over and over again, but he still couldn't figure out the emperor's intention.

Chu Jun, who finally said this line, felt refreshed. He didn't notice the disheveled Eunuch Li beside him and concentrated on enjoying Mo Heng's dance.

Mo Heng had already stood still on the stage. Under Chu Yun's gaze, Mo Heng nodded slightly and took a long sword from the attendant.

Mo Heng stood in the center of the hall, the clamor around him seeming to cease at that moment. He took a deep breath, then slowly raised his sword, the tip pointing towards the sky, as if conversing with the moonlight.

His posture was upright, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, contrasting with the cold light of his sword, forming a moving picture.

With a resounding sword clink, the young master began his sword dance. His movements were both powerful and graceful, the longsword dancing in his hands like a serpent, sometimes swift as the wind, sometimes light as water. The flashing sword light intertwined with his figure, making it difficult to distinguish the sword light from the human figure.

The sword's blade sliced ​​through the air, making a whirring sound that formed a stark contrast with the surrounding silence. Mo Heng's eyes were firm and focused, completely immersed in his sword dance, as if the entire world had disappeared, leaving only him and the sword in his hand.

Chu Jun watched intently, his eyes following the sword light of the young master, completely attracted by the performance.

With the completion of the last movement, Mo Heng slowly put away his sword, the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and his body also became still, like a sculpture.

The ministers around were all stunned. Compared with Mo Heng's performance, the previous dance looked a bit vulgar. It seemed that this Mo Jun had some skills.

Looking at the emperor's eyes, one can tell that Mo Heng's good fortune is yet to come.

Wang Hua in the corner was unable to empathize with his companions because his back was already soaked. Only after Mo Heng left the stage did his stiff body become his own again.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" A friend beside him noticed Wang Hua's abnormality and asked in confusion.

"Nothing, nothing." Wang Hua responded to his friend, picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of wine in one gulp before he gradually came out of his fear.

He was sure that when Mo Jun danced with the sword, he looked at him with the intention of killing him. Wang Hua could even feel some sword energy brushing past his neck, nearly tearing his body apart.

"Mo Heng must be something special! I must report this to you as soon as possible!"

At this moment, Wang Hua no longer had the mind to think about how King Qi would punish him if his plan went wrong.

The unexpected incident of Mo Heng cast a shadow over everything in the former dynasty and the harem.