Although the banquet was held in a hurry, there should have been no less battle. What's more, the folds and tiger talismans handed over by Tang Jingruo that day poked Tang Shao's guilty heart again.

So this dust-washing feast was extraordinarily grand.

Dressed in red and hung with colors, the lights are bright, and the sound of silk and bamboo music is endless. You can hear the bustle inside outside the palace gate.

It wasn't too early when Tang Jingruo arrived, the officials had already arrived, and when they saw that today's protagonist was coming, they all gathered around to greet him.

"I haven't seen him for ten years, and the little marquis is really dignified now!"

"Can the little marquis still adapt when he returns to the imperial city?"

Guan Ge Lao, who was already drunk before the banquet, was squeezed in front of Tang Jingruo by everyone in a daze with a wine glass, and sighed drunkenly:

"This eyebrow and eye look really like his father!"

Before the words fell, he was dragged away by Yu Ge Lao beside him covering his mouth.

Tang Jingruo felt that his head hurt when he looked at this circle of people who were in the dark and black, so he could only deal with it casually with a cold face.

The ministers wanted to talk to him a few more words and establish a good relationship, but they couldn't say two words, and they were frightened away.

"Lord Song is here!"

"Hello Lord Song!"

"Lord Song has recovered?"

Song Yiyao, who had just stepped into the palace gate, was immediately surrounded by a group of ministers. Compared with the little Hou Ye who was as cold as ice and almost froze them to death, Lord Song was still cute and funny!

Colleagues who are familiar with each other on weekdays come over to say two sentences and gag, but Qian Shangshu, Zhang Gelao, these ministers who are more arrogant than one on weekdays, even came to take the initiative to talk to him, what's wrong today?

Song Yiyao was surprised and looked at the destination, first greeted those ministers, and then greeted people all the way, although the pace was fast, but he was not in a hurry, he avoided five or six invitations to sit together, and finally successfully sat down next to Tang Jingruo.

When it finally arrived, Song Yiyao took a breath and couldn't help coughing twice. I'm about to cough up tears.

Tang Jingruo poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you!"

"What's going on?"

"When did Lord Song become friends with Mingyuan Hou?"

"You don't know about this, a few days ago, Lord Song went to welcome Ming Yuanhou back, and there was an accident at that time, and the feelings will always be better!"

Liang Yushi, who is known as a know-it-all in the imperial court, said with a smile as if he knew the inside story.

What the hell are you talking about? The corners of Tang Jingruo's mouth, who had excellent hearing, twitched.

Song Yiyao didn't pay attention to those who didn't, she took out a small roll of cloth from her sleeve and put it on her knees in a row, which turned out to be slender silver needles. Densely packed, to say the least, there are hundreds. casually pulled out a dozen of them and stabbed Tang Jingruo.

Tang Jingruo lowered his head and looked at the silver needle stuffed into his hand in surprise.

"Today is our game, but just in case. Moreover, no one can guess what method they will use this time. I think it's probably the most likely to be poisoned. You have to be careful. ”

Song Yiyao explained.

It's not acupuncture, it's not a killer, who would carry so many silver needles with them! Tang Jingruo felt that this scene was both spectacular and funny: "You specially prepared this for me?" ”

Thinking that his face was so big, Song Yiyao glanced at him and said:

"This is what I always have with me. Your Majesty's permission, for the sake of my little life, I can't leave anything without it! ”

Tang Jingruo glanced behind him and saw that both the palace maids and the eunuch guards were ignoring his silver needle. I know this is true.

"You're the most life-loving person I've ever met."

"It's not easy for people to live for a lifetime," so many ghosts don't even have the opportunity to be reincarnated.

Song Yiyao tried it one by one in the dish with a silver needle, and he didn't even let go of the wine pot and glass. I didn't see Tang Jingruo's frozen figure.

"Little Marquis, the lower official toasts you with a glass of wine! Thank you for your care in the future! ”

Hearing the voice, Song Yiyao was stunned for a moment, and almost subconsciously lowered his head.

Shen Mo also had a rare black face, and stood in front of Song Yiyao without saying a word.

These small actions naturally can't be hidden from Tang Jingruo beside him.

He was reluctant to deal with these ministers, but he suddenly became curious about this man.

It is definitely not easy to make Song Yiyao, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, like this!

He took the wine with a smile, and quietly tried it with a silver needle before drinking it all. And then I started to look at the people of the previous year. After looking at it, I found that the drunkards didn't mean to drink.

The person who came was slender, handsome, and gentle, and it was Song Yiyao's contemporary, the last place in the palace examination, Shen Yuecheng's grandson, Shen Yuecheng.

Shen Yuecheng was originally coming for Song Yiyao, how could he let him dodge.

"Lord Song, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you're sick?"

Song Yiyao had no choice but to look up with a smile.

"Lord Shen, long time no see."

"It's been a long time. Why is Lord Song with Little Marquis? Could it be that you two are old acquaintances? ”

Shen Yuecheng looked at the ostrich person in front of him, chuckled, and a pair of phoenix eyes were full of incomprehensible warm feelings.

Song Yiyao didn't want to attract anyone's attention, lowered his volume, and replied:

"I am good neighbors with the little marquis, and I have some things to discuss, so I will sit here by the way."

One is the supervisor of the Qin Heavenly Prison, and the other is a general who has just returned to the imperial city, what can he do.

He struggled in the house and finally recovered from his injury, he was fine, Li Jin left and came a little marquis.

Shen Yuecheng was dissatisfied in his heart, and drank the glass of wine in his hand with a sincere expression: "I have already convinced my mother, Yiyao, can you wait for me?" ”

What are you waiting for? Tang Jingruo looked at the two strangely.

What to wait for! Song Yiyao rubbed the corners of his forehead with a headache, and said slightly angrily: "Lord Shen, I have already made it clear to you!" I saved you just by raising my hands, let alone a person, even a cat and a dog, I will save it when I see it! I really don't have that heart for you! ”

Speaking of which, this bad fate is only because Song Yiyao saw that he was entangled by a dead ghost, and he was getting haggard day by day, and he couldn't hold on anymore. So after talking a few times, I found the ghost who was the dead ghost and overdid it by the way.

As a result, Shen Yuecheng didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he thought he was interested in him, and directly entangled him.

"It's not because you saved me, I'm sincere, you were so good to me at the beginning, I don't believe you don't have me in your heart."

He leaned into Song Yiyao's ear, and his voice was extremely low.

But Tang Jingruo still heard every word clearly. Shocked and speculated in his heart, it turned out that the two of them were actually in this relationship, the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were open, and there were soldiers in the army who knew each other and loved each other. He doesn't discriminate. It's your own business who you like, and why do others point fingers and gossip.

It's just that when he thought that Song Yiyao might like the person in front of him, he didn't feel very comfortable in his heart.

His hand moved, trying to separate the two, but when he lifted it, he ended up on the table.

Song Yiyao pushed Shen Yuecheng away expressionlessly. The heart has long been like a landslide and tsunami. She really regarded Shen Yuecheng as a brother at the beginning, after all, she has always pretended to be a man. But she never thought that Shen Yuecheng would fall in love with a man. I also told my family about it.

She doesn't hate it, and she even thinks she's brave, but she's a woman!

Shen Yuecheng had already figured out Song Yiyao's character, and he was not embarrassed when he was pushed away. stared at Song Yiyao like that, with a hurt look in his eyes.

Song Yiyao didn't look at him, and his heart was about to explode.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu came to Tang Jingruo with wine, and happened to encounter this scene, although he felt strange, but he was still busy stepping forward to solve the siege.

"Shen Xian's nephew! Why are you here! Your father is looking for you! Go back! ”

Shen Yuecheng didn't struggle, and was pushed away obediently.

Tang Jingruo didn't know what he was happy about, but when he saw Song Yiyao pushing Shen Yuecheng away, all the depression in his heart dissipated. His voice was deliberately low, afraid of being heard by others, and he wanted to pretend that nothing happened: "You don't like him? ”

"Of course not." Song Yiyao took a sip of wine, glanced at him, and didn't understand what he was doing in a weird way. She stood up and said, "It's too hot in the hall, I'll go out and blow the wind." ”

Tang Jingruo nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Brother Shen, you are from a family and have outstanding literary talents, who do you want to be a confidant and friend with? Why do you have to?"

Shen Yuecheng didn't answer, just stared quietly at the person who asked him the question. The coldness in his eyes made people goosebumps, and he didn't dare to say any more.

A few people around had already heard the question thrown by the petty official, and they all gathered around and discussed in a very low voice.

"Lord Song is so good! It is pleasing to the eye to be able to become a confidant and friend with such a good person who grows together! ”

"What's the use of being good, it's not a woman, it's too eye-catching!"

"Lord Song's family background is also good, after all, he is also the grandson of Song Guogong!"

"That's just a relative, besides, I was raised in the Song State Mansion since I was a child, and I followed my mother's surname at the end, and there is no background on my father's side nine times out of ten!"

Shen Yuecheng had anger on his face, and several people discussed to no avail, and they were about to ask the main master, but they saw that his face was gray and scattered.

Wen Futang returned to Tang Jingruo, picked up his wine glass with a smile, and said:

"Little Hou Ye, it was the negligence of the lower official that day that gave the assassin a chance, and the lower official is here to make amends to you! I hope you can drink this glass of wine, and you will not be guilty of the past! ”

This is the custom of the Great Zhou to make amends, no matter what contradictions and frictions with others, or deep hatred, as long as you are willing to drink the wine handed by the other party, it is no longer the meaning of taking it to heart.

"No one expected an assassin, you don't have to mind."

Tang Jingruo took the wine, a cold light flashed between his thumb and index finger, and a slender silver needle was put into the cup.

Unexpectedly, suspecting that his wine was poisonous, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was angry and felt that his face could not be hung up, and asked curtly: "What does this mean little prince?" ”

Tang Jingruo gently turned the needle in his hand, as if he was playing, and said:

"Just in case. After all, the assassin hadn't been caught recently. ”

"Don't worry, this wine official has just drunk a lot, it's not, it's nothing"

As the silver needles taken out by the knuckled hands slowly turned black, Wen Futang's words came to an abrupt end.

This assassin didn't want to kill Ming Yuanhou, he wanted to kill him!

He was originally slightly drunk, he was frightened into a cold sweat, and he woke up more than half of the wine, and with a bang, he knelt in front of Tang Jingruo on his knees.

This kneeling attracted the attention of everyone present.

Tang Jingruo's eyes were dark and slightly angry, Rao is a good-tempered person, he will be angry when he is assassinated three times and twice, not to mention that he has never been a good-tempered person.

Song Yiyao came back skillfully, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and just didn't miss this one.

"Jingruo, what's going on?"

Tang Shao squinted his eyes slightly and asked.

"Back to Your Majesty, just now the Lord of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu paid tribute to the little marquis's cup of wine is poisonous."

The five princes, who had watched the whole process, replied for him, fanning the wind and causing a fire by the way.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The guards immediately surrounded the entire hall, not sparing a single suspicious person.

"Wen Fu Tang! You explain it to me. What's going on? ”

Tang Shaolongyan was furious, and looked at Wen Futang, who was trembling on his knees, and his anger increased even more.

"The emperor and his ministers have been wronged!"

Wen Futang was scared out of half his life, and he could only cry out for injustice.

"Whose hands did this glass of wine go through?"

Seeing that he was not a weapon, the heads of the three princes were about to be blown up, so they could only remind loudly.

"This wine, this wine was poured by the minister himself, this poisonous minister really doesn't know what's going on! I've been drinking this wine all the time! ”

Wen Futang wanted to cry without tears, but this glass of wine was poured by himself, and he held the wine glass along the way, without the hands of others. Thinking that the wine he drank might also be poisonous, Wen Futang was shocked, feeling that his throat was tight, it was difficult to breathe, and he was about to fall to the ground while speaking.