Chapter 291
When everyone saw that it was Ji Yunqing who personally carried the child on stage, they were all stunned.
Looking at the prince's face again, there seemed to be nothing unusual, and everyone did not dare to speak easily for a while.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
But this has no effect on Ji Yunqing and his mother.
She went on stage with her child in her arms as if nothing had happened. Ruirui imitated the previous ones and said a simple sentence, and the mother and child left the stage as if nothing had happened.
Princess: "Okay, the children in our house are all good children. Let them go play by themselves now. We can't keep them here all the time."
When the children were taken away by servants or wet nurses, Ji Yunqing also asked Hong Feng to bring Ruirui over.
Now that there was no child present, everyone looked at King Zhao with much more eagerness.
Not everyone expects to be favored. As long as they can be favored by the prince, it would be nice to have a child to accompany them.
Just like Concubine Ji, who occasionally caused some trouble, the prince ignored it. Could it be because of Concubine Ji herself?
Isn't it because of the child's feelings?
Everyone had different thoughts, but who wouldn’t be jealous when they saw those kids just now?
Concubine Cen supported her bulging belly and stood up slowly, raising a confident smile: "Your Majesty, the child in my belly also wants to wish you a happy new year."
Immediately, everyone present had red eyes due to envy!
The child hasn't even come out yet, so what are you showing off for?
Concubine He sneered disdainfully: "Concubine Cen, your child hasn't even been born yet, how can you understand what the New Year is?"
Isn't it just a child?
What's so great about that!
Concubine He was thinking to herself that she had been in the mansion for quite some time, so why wasn't she pregnant yet?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the princess say calmly: "I vaguely remember that Concubine He has been in the mansion for quite some time. I hope she can give birth to a child for the prince as soon as possible, and the prince will be happy too."
This time, Concubine He answered honestly: "Yes"
Little did she know that she was extremely annoyed!
Does the fact that she can’t have a baby mean she doesn’t want to?
He held the handkerchief tightly in his hand, but with a little force, the handkerchief broke into pieces.
She raised her eyes and looked around, seeing that no one noticed this, she could only pinch the pieces of cloth together, trying to create the illusion that the handkerchief was not torn.
She was so angry that she was about to die, but she still wanted to hit the handkerchief. When Concubine He thought about it, she felt so angry that her chest was stuffy and even her stomach felt a little uncomfortable.
Most likely he had a stomach upset.
"Ouch!"
Concubine Cen suddenly covered her stomach, her face full of pain and her screams exaggeratedly.
When the prince looked over, she said shyly, "Prince, this child is probably thinking about his father and wants to come out early!"
Concubine Lou said coldly: "This child is too impatient. It's not okay for him to come out now. The time has not come yet."
I don't know if I can give birth to the baby.
Even if the baby is born, who knows whether it will be a boy or a girl?
Concubine Xu also smiled and said, "Sister Lou is right. Concubine Cen must take good care of the pregnancy. When the child is born, it will be just right for our Yue'er to keep her company."
She looked at Concubine Cen's belly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, which was particularly bright and charming.
"Concubine Xu is right. Our Fifth Miss also wants a companion!"
Zhao's concubine took the opportunity to speak quickly and received a look from King Zhao as she wished.
She was delighted and seized the opportunity, her cheeks flushed: "Your Highness, although our Fifth Miss couldn't come, she also missed you, Your Highness!"
Thinking of his little daughter, King Zhao nodded in agreement: "You have raised the child very well. I will go to see her when I have time."
After receiving the promise, Concubine Zhao was delighted: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Concubine Cen was almost mad with anger. Being in the company of a girl, didn't that mean she was pregnant with a girl?
Although the prince's children are all of royal blood, she wants a son.
After having the first one, they wanted a second one. The eyes of others were burning, and Concubine Wen felt very upset watching this scene.
"Cousin, they talk too much!"
The princess said, "Okay, all of you should be quiet, or you won't make the sisters below laugh at you."
She turned her head to look at the man beside her: "Your Majesty, I heard that several sisters have specially prepared some songs and dances. Shall we start now?"
Hearing this, Ji Er, who had been sitting next to King Zhao, sat up a little straighter and volunteered:
"Your Majesty, I just learned a dance recently, but no one appreciates it."
King Zhao was particularly interested when he heard this: "My beloved concubine can dance? This really surprises me!"
Ji Er had already made preparations. She was wearing thin clothes today just for this moment.
She didn't learn this dance recently. In fact, she had already started preparing for it since she was reborn and decided to take the place of that little bitch Ji Yunqing.
Although it was a little different from what she had imagined at the beginning, but through her continuous efforts, wasn't she still standing here, becoming the prince's most beloved and the most envied person in the audience?
The first and the last ones were the most impressive. Now the first one was taken by Ji Er, and the princess secretly winked at the side.
A maid immediately went down to make arrangements.
As far as I can remember, Ji Er has never learned to dance. She always said with a proud look on her face that these were tricks that only the lowest class of people would learn. If you learn them, people would look at your body at will, and that is not something a girl from a good family should do.
Now when Ji Eryi said that she could dance, Ji Yunqing immediately watched her intently.
To be honest, Ji Er danced quite well, although some parts were a bit stiff, but as a young girl with a slender waist and who had never given birth, she looked as beautiful as a flower.
Looking secretly, Ji Yunqing felt that the effect of his dance should be similar to Ji Er's.
They are all so pretty!
King Zhao: “…”
princess:"……"
you sure?
The people on the stage changed one after another. Concubine Gao played the guzheng, Concubine Wang gave up dancing this year and chose to paint with her hands on the spot, and Concubine Zhao also chose to dance.
In the past, Concubine Jian was extremely tormented at such moments, but she did not dare to refuse on the spot like Ji Yunqing did the first year, so she chose to deal with it casually.
But this year she doesn't have to worry about that, because she has a child and she can choose not to go.
Soon it was the turn of several maids who had participated in this activity the previous year.
They chose to go on stage together and dance together.
Originally, there were eight maids in total for King Zhao, namely Mei, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum. Later, the concubines Mei and Bamboo became pregnant and were promoted to concubines.
Ninglan has been leaving early and coming back late every day, and has disappeared without a trace. Now the other five people are going on stage together.
Finally, Ninglan, wearing a light red gauze dress, slowly entered the stage holding a pipa.
Snow was flying all over the sky outside the door, casting a shadow on the woman in red who was gradually walking in. There was a scarlet beauty mole on the center of her brow, making the scene particularly beautiful.
"I am Ninglan, the servant, and I have come to offer you a dance."
After saying this, she swung her sleeves gracefully, and placed her slender hands on the pipa, dancing and playing the instrument.
Her clothes fluttered in the wind, her skirt swayed in the wind, her flying hair looked like inky brocade, her white wrists fluttered up and down like a dancing butterfly, and her occasional frowns and smiles were intoxicating.