(This chapter is over-written, explaining the characters, a lot of foreshadowing~)

In the fifth year of Taihe, October has been in October, and it is the beginning of the year.

Chang'an, Wannian County, Sixteen Princes' Mansions.

Tonight's Sixteen Kings' Mansion is brightly lit.

The opening time is approaching, the cups and plates are full, and the gold and jade are full. The vassal kings had already sat in second place in the order of eldest and youngest, and the eunuchs, slaves and maids in the sixteen mansions were also dispatched, all standing nervously on both sides of the banquet.

From time to time, everyone glanced at the main seat of the feast, and the only empty seat - the imperial seat of the Son of Heaven.

There is a red gold copper leak on the right back side of the imperial seat, the workmanship is extremely exquisite and complicated, and there are nine coiled dragons on it, and the forms are different. After half the incense, everyone couldn't help but be a little restless, and they began to talk to each other.

The young man who sat on the right side of the main seat was a little restless, and his keen eyes looked at the imperial banquet of the Son of Heaven, who was wearing a white robe embroidered with an elegant pattern of bamboo leaves, and the neckline was trimmed with gold, which glittered in the candlelight of the feast.

This is Li Rong, the eighth son of Emperor Muzong, and the eighth brother of today's son.

He quietly leaned sideways to the left, his eyes hurriedly swept over the uncles sitting on the other side of the table, covered his thin lips with his hand, which were slightly ruddy, and asked the ninth brother sitting next to him as if he was afraid of attracting attention: "Brother Han, why hasn't the saint come yet?" ”

The person being questioned was similar in age to Li Rong, with a thin beard on his chin, but the difference was that this person's face was full of heroism that did not match his age, his bright eyes were faintly old, and his figure was a little burder than others.

He is the Yingwang Li Han, the ninth son of Emperor Muzong, who is full of embroidery and can be like a star. The mutton fat jade meridian crown on the top of the head and the white jade belt on the waist complement each other, and the boots made of Shuofang calfskin are slightly exposed from under the light cyan robe, and the plain white trim on the neckline shows that the skin of the neck is smoother and more textured.

Li Han looked back at King An slightly: "Brother Rong, don't worry, the sage said that the banquet will be held at the second quarter of the first month, and the hour has not yet arrived, so it is almost ......."

Yingwang Li Han silently glanced at the imperial seat of the Son of Heaven. When the Son of Heaven was still a vassal king, he lived in the Jiangwang Mansion in the mansion of the sixteen kings, and later the first emperor Jingzong Emperor was killed by eunuchs, and the Son of Heaven was supported to inherit the unification, and still often set up a banquet here, recounting the old feelings of brothers and uncles. It is precisely because of this that the throne of the Son of Heaven at the banquet has a gentle slope compared to the other seats, and when you look down from above, you can see every move of everyone at the banquet.

"Although the imperial brother has held a banquet here many times," Li Rong said with a dry smile as if he was embarrassed: "I'm not afraid of the jokes of the ninth brother, this time is still the same as the previous times, a little nervous." ”

But I haven't seen you drink a glass of wine because you're nervous, and when didn't I help you back with Brother Zhang? King Ying secretly joked in his heart, but he was seriously relieved: "I'm worried, this is not the first time that a saint has held a banquet here, why, Brother Rong is not afraid when he sees so many uncles here?" ”

"I'm not like a 'big king'," King An smiled, calling the nickname given by the Son of Heaven to the burly Li Han, "I just revolve around the iron pot in your house every day, and I don't ask anything about what happened next door. ”

"What is an iron pot?" Li Han was very indifferent to King An's sarcasm that he didn't care about political affairs, but was quite unhappy that he called his cherished alchemy furnace an "iron pot", and hurriedly argued: "It's called the Taiji Bagua Furnace, and there is one of the four heavenly fires in it, the Liuding Divine Fire ......."

"Yes...... Wang An couldn't stop nodding, interrupted with a smile, and then lowered his voice and changed the topic: "Hey, has Princess Ankang sent snacks to the 'king' recently?" ”

Li Han glanced at King An, which made King An Li Rong smile even more happily.

"Our little sister's favorite is the 'king' you......"

Although the kings at the banquet were talking to each other and were slightly noisy, the quarrel between the two brothers was not completely ignored by others. Before King An finished speaking, the prince who was originally sitting at the table on the right side of King An also came over.

"If you say what our 'king' loves the most in the Yingwang Mansion, if you don't say that it is the Ding gossip furnace, he will be anxious with you......"

King Ying and King An looked back together, and it turned out to be their sixth brother, King Zhang, Li Cao, the sixth son of Emperor Muzong. King Zhang was wearing a dark purple prince's robe, wearing a white jade belt around his waist, his face was as warm as jade, his speech was soft and approachable, his figure was tall and elegant, and his eyes were like torches.

When Li Han saw King Zhang, he smiled unconsciously. When he was a child, Li Xiao was weak, shivering because of the cold, and when his life hung by a thread, it was Brother Zhangwang who hugged him and sweated all night, so he escaped from death, and to this day, he has never forgotten.

"That's ......" King An smiled and nodded perfunctorily: "What Brother Zhang Wang says, it must be something." ”

"Hey, why do you sound like the other way around?" King Zhang Li Miao said dissatisfied.

"How dare you?" Li Rong put on a joking expression and looked at King Zhang, Li Miao, and said: "Brother King Zhang, who is virtuous and capable, has heard of it all over the officialdom now......

“…… The saint has always been rich in talent and learning, and the music and poetry are good, and the younger brother still remembers that during the last banquet in the sixteenth house, the saint asked us to improvise and write poems that should be made, but it was difficult for a certain and our ninth brother to be broken, and the saint was full of praise for the works of Brother Zhang, and the three of us brothers, who can be so saintly, I am afraid that there is only one brother Zhangwang......"

"Don't be here to compliment me," King Zhang folded his sleeves, sat on the ground, and pointed at Li Rong with his finger: "I am adhering to the principle that my talents are not revealed, and my wealth is not exposed, if I let outsiders know about this, I can settle accounts with you!" ”

Seeing that the three of them were happy, brothers, friends and brothers, the uncles sitting opposite each other smiled with satisfaction.

Yingwang Li Han looked at his two brothers arguing, and actually smiled warmly. Since childhood, the two brothers have loved to fight with each other, or make fun of each other. As a younger brother, I always thought that the two of them were real, but when I saw that the relationship between these two people had been very good, I got used to it.

Later, after they all came out of the cabinet, the brothers did not see each other so often, but fortunately, today I often miss the love of brothers and nephews, and occasionally come to the Sixteen Princes' Mansion to hold a "family banquet", and I can also see the two of them making trouble from time to time.

King Ying silently raised his eyes to look at the ticking copper leak, and he didn't realize that it had only been half a moment of work, but the Son of Heaven had not yet seen the car in the sixteenth house, which couldn't help but make him secretly feel a little uneasy in his heart.

Chang'an, Daming Palace, Zichen Palace.

The second quarter of the first month.

When the Son of Heaven was dressed in red gold clothes, he leaned on the side of the throne, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The majestic Zichen Hall is the inner dynasty of the three major halls of Daming Palace, which is not only the sleeping palace of the Son of Heaven, but also the place where he usually participates. Although the form of the system is not as complicated and formal as the Hanyuan Hall of the Outer Dynasty and the Xuanzheng Hall of the Chinese Dynasty, it will never lose its prestige.

In front of the hall at this moment, several layers of light yarn have been covered, the palace majesty and the wall are caged, and the auspicious clouds of the mountains are embroidered with gold thread on it, if the wind comes, it is like being in the realm of Penglai Immortal Mountain, and the square pot is ethereal.

Around the throne of the Son of Heaven, there are more than a dozen palace maids, each dressed in elegant clothes, standing dignified with their backs against light yarn.

At the foot of the steps on the left side of the throne of the Son of Heaven, there is a eunuch flying dragon to make Ma Cunliang, and on the right side, an elderly eunuch wearing a noble purple official robe and a goldfish bag around his waist slowly stepped forward and bowed his hands crossed. He was nearly sixty years old, and began to climb wrinkled, with long eyebrows and sharp eyes like owls, and slightly drooping neck fat, tightly piled behind his jaw bones.

"Everyone," the old eunuch said softly, calling to the Son of Heaven the title "everyone" that only the palace attendants could use, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "The time for the banquet of the sixteenth mansion has arrived, do you want to ...... Moving now? ”

The Son of Heaven's eyelids moved slightly, and he could hear that it was the voice of Wang Shoucheng, the general of the first hussar and the lieutenant of the right Shence, but he didn't open his eyes, and his tone sounded a little lazy and tired, and he asked lightly, "What time is it?" ”

Wang Shoucheng stood three steps away from the Son of Heaven, and although he bent down and hung his head, he was also carefully observing his words and expressions, and vaguely saw that although the Son of Heaven had a soothing complexion, there seemed to be wrinkles squeezed out between his eyebrows due to a slight frowning.

Wang Shoucheng once supported the Son of Heaven of the Three Dynasties, and after a while, he keenly felt that the Son of Heaven seemed to be worried.

But he doesn't know exactly what it is......

Wang Shoucheng did not mention the matter of moving the car this time, but just replied: "Back to Your Majesty, it's already the second quarter of the first month." ”

When the Son of Heaven heard this, he didn't mean to move, his eyes opened slightly, and he raised his hand to caress the corners of his forehead, "I'm tired, I have no intention of drinking and feasting today...... If you want to go to Penglai Hall to rest, change your day and go again, and give a batch of new imperial wine to the Sixteen Mansions, so that they can drink and feast to their heart's content......"

"Whoa!" Wang Shoucheng arched his hand, and said in a slightly tentative tone: "The old slave will send someone to inform the Sixteen Mansions!" ”

"No need to ......" The Son of Heaven raised his eyes to look at Wang Shoucheng, Wang Shoucheng lowered his head before looking at each other, only to see the Son of Heaven pointing outside the hall, "There is Shoucheng to do something...... Don't worry, I have Cunliang here, let's keep the word for me, don't let the kings wait in a hurry. ”

As soon as the Son of Heaven finished speaking, Wang Shoucheng's eyelids jumped unconsciously, his eyes quickly turned, and he hesitated slightly, and then with a flick of his fingers, Wang Shoucheng bent his back lower, arched his hand very standardly, and sang loudly: "Oh! ”

Wang Shoucheng still maintained a bowed posture, retreated back three levels of imperial steps, and then slowly turned around, retreated outside the light veil, and led several low-level green-robed eunuchs and a team of divine forbidden troops guarding the outside of the hall.

Although the Son of Heaven was still leaning on the side of the throne, he supported his cheek with one hand.

But if you look closely, the masseter muscles of the Son of Heaven are tight, and the pupils of the starry eyes that are usually resolute and stoic are shrinking at this moment, and there is no longer the sleepiness of Fang Cai, replaced by a bright and bright spirit like a torch, watching Wang Shoucheng's back gradually disappear.

The flying dragon on the side, Ma Cunliang, bowed and asked, "Your Majesty, have you moved to Penglai Palace?" ”

The Son of Heaven did not respond immediately, and it was not until Wang Shoucheng and his party disappeared into the corridor leading to the outer court that he let out a sigh of relief, got up solemnly, and nodded to Ma Cun.

Seeing this, Ma Cunliang dragged out his voice and said, "Get ahead!" ”