kingnovel Chapter 902 The twelfth lunar month 26
Chapter 902 The twelfth lunar month 26
The bloodstains were wiped away, leaving only faint traces of water.
Lin Zhen raised his head and was about to say something.
Murong Yan suddenly bent down, stretched out her slender hands wearing black velvet knuckles, and gently held his face.
Her movements were sudden and undeniably forceful.
Lin Zhen's body stiffened slightly, his breath was choked, and her beautiful face was reflected in his deep eyes.
Murong Yan looked at his face carefully, her gaze moving from his handsome brows to his slightly pursed lips, and finally stopping on his face which was slightly pale due to injury.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, her voice still carrying a hint of natural coldness, but it was countless times softer than before.
Lin Zhen shook his head slightly and looked back at her calmly: "It doesn't hurt."
Murong Yan was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she exerted a little force with her arms and guided him to kneel on one knee and slowly lean his head towards her.
Then, under the gazes of thousands of people, beside the bloody execution ground—she lowered her head, and her warm lips, with a hint of cool plum fragrance, gently but firmly pressed against his slightly cold forehead.
Not a lustful kiss.
It was a kiss of comfort, a declaration of possession, and some kind of indescribable dependence.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
Everyone who saw this scene was stunned!
The bloody smell in the air seemed to be diluted by this shocking scene!
Lin Zhen's body completely froze, and his heart was beating like a drum!
He could feel the softness and coolness of her lips, smell the unique cold plum fragrance on her body, and even feel the dark gold Su brocade fabric of her gorgeous nightgown gently brushing against his cheek.
After a long moment, Murong Yan slowly raised her head. A faint, almost invisible blush seemed to appear on her cheeks, but her eyes had returned to their lazy, controlling indifference.
She gently tapped the tip of his nose with her fingertips, her voice carrying a hint of commanding indulgence: "Get up."
Lin Zhen stood up as he was told, still a little dazed.
Murong Yan, however, acted as if nothing had happened. She gracefully lifted the heavy five-foot-long tail, avoiding any further contamination, and prepared to board the Phoenix Chariot. Before stepping onto the shaft, she paused slightly, without turning back, and spoke in a cold voice:
"Come to my bedroom tonight."
"Change the medicine for me."
After saying this, she stepped into the phoenix chariot, and her gorgeous train finally slid into the chariot.
Lin Zhen stood where he was, watching the phoenix chariot go away. He raised his hand and gently stroked the place on his forehead where the coolness and fragrance remained. His eyes were as deep as the night, and finally turned into an almost inaudible sigh and endless complexity.
He jumped on his horse and followed closely behind.
The bloodbath on the execution ground continued, but the ink-gold phoenix shadow and that stunning kiss were deeply imprinted in the hearts of all witnesses, more deterrent than any cruel punishment - it was not only the crushing of rebellion, but also the absolute possession and declaration of loyalty.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the eve of New Year's Eve, the bloody purges and grim atmosphere of several days seemed to be replaced by a sudden and extravagant palace banquet.
The imperial city was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, and the sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras were endless, as if to completely wash away the blood and fear of the previous few days.
However, all the princes, ministers, and nobles who received the order to attend the banquet were trembling with fear, their faces pale. Everyone knew that this was not a simple celebration banquet, but another... Hongmen Banquet.
Her Majesty has just crushed the rebellion of two princes with ruthless force, a horrifyingly brutal act. Tonight, who knows how many more heads will fall.
As the lights came on, the Taiji Hall had already been decorated.
It was magnificent and brightly lit, with a wide variety of delicacies on display, and the dancers and musicians were waiting with bated breath.
The officials took their seats one by one, sitting upright with their heads lowered and their eyes submissive, not daring to make the slightest noise. The air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of luxury and fear.
At the hour of Xu, bells and drums rang out, and the eunuchs sang loudly: "Your Majesty has arrived!"
Everyone was startled and hurriedly left their seats and knelt on the ground, with their heads bowed deeply, not daring to look up.
Murong Yan was seen wearing the black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" which was extremely gorgeous, light as a dream, but even more dazzling and majestic under the bright lights tonight. She walked slowly from the back of the hall and walked to the front of the throne.
The extremely dark black Su Jin base material absorbs the light under the illumination of countless palace lanterns and candles, presenting a bottomless ink color. However, the golden cotton wool and the thin gold thread woven into it madly reflect the flowing dark golden waves under the light, which is mysterious, noble, and makes people dare not look at it directly.
On the nightgown, the giant phoenix that covered the sky was embroidered only with red gold thread. At this moment, it seemed to come alive under the brilliant lights!
The phoenix feathers are layered, shining like the molten golden light of the scorching sun, deep like the precipitated treasures of the dark night, noble and majestic, majestic to the extreme, as if it is ready to spread its wings and fly high at any time, burning all the rebellious things in the world!
The black diamonds in her phoenix eyes were cold and piercing, looking down at the kneeling beings. Her wide, light trumpet sleeves fell at her sides, and the gold tassels at the cuffs shone brilliantly in the light.
The five-meter-long Su Jin tail was dragged directly under the throne without any scruples, covering the nine jade steps and even extending to the mirror-like golden brick floor in the hall!
The extremely luxurious tail is like a flowing dark gold galaxy, and the countless black diamonds, black jade and black gold inlaid on it are madly reflecting the dazzling light. It is luxurious, majestic, and has a majesty that crushes everything!
Her beauty was breathtaking, yet her expression was one of languid indifference, as if the kneeling crowd and the sheer luxury of the stage couldn't interest her in the slightest. She didn't immediately sit down, but stood tall before the throne, her gaze calmly scanning the audience.
"Stand up." Her voice was cold and quiet, but it was clearly heard by everyone.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Everyone stood up and returned to their seats tremblingly as if they had been pardoned, still not daring to look up.
Murong Yan then lazily sat down in the spacious throne, with the five-meter-long train stretching out beside her, occupying a large space and shining brightly.
Lin Zhen was wearing a dark-colored uniform embroidered with coiled dragons. He stood beside the throne with a calm expression and lowered eyes. Only when he occasionally raised his eyes to scan the entire audience would a barely perceptible sharpness flash in the depths of his eyes.
The banquet began. Singing and dancing filled the air, and wine flowed freely. However, the atmosphere remained solemn. No one dared to truly drink and sing. Everyone acted like puppets, mechanically raising their glasses and savoring their food.
Murong Yan seemed to have no interest in the singing and dancing in front of her. She just tapped the armrests of the throne with her slender fingers wearing black velvet knuckles. Occasionally, her eyes swept across some officials in the audience who were pale and sweating, and a very faint, cold arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Murong Yan suddenly raised her hand slightly.
The music and dance suddenly stopped!
The whole audience fell into silence!
Everyone's hearts mentioned their throats!
She slowly stood up, her five-foot-long tail trailing behind her. She paced to the edge of the imperial steps, her gaze sweeping across the room. Her voice held a hint of languid amusement. "Why is today's banquet so dull? Is it... the singing and dancing not exciting enough? Or... the food and wine not to your taste?"
No one dared to answer.
Murong Yan chuckled softly, flicking her wide bell sleeves lightly. "Since my musicians and dancers are not to your liking... then... let's change the entertainment to something else."
Her gaze suddenly turned cold, piercing the trembling officials at the banquet like an icicle. "I've heard that the Minister of Rites, Mr. Zhang, is particularly skilled in ventriloquism, imitating the sound of a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix. And that the Treasurer of the Ministry of War, Mr. Li, is an expert in juggling, especially in balancing a jar on his head."
The two people who were named instantly turned pale and collapsed to the ground!
"Come," Murong Yan's cruel curve deepened, "perform for me and the others. If you perform well, I will reward you. If you perform poorly..."