Chen Lingcheng said this, Feng Wuxian was also confused, although the thirteen-year-old was very aware of some things, how could he be better than Concubine Yu's harem power for more than ten years? Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Feng Wuxian suddenly felt a biting cold, after saying it for so long, the tea had already been cold. Chen Lingcheng paused slightly, and then continued.

The next thing was even more unexpected than Chen Lingcheng, Concubine Yu actually kept him for dinner, the reason was to pity him for the past few years for Feng Wuxi's illness, as a mother, she also wanted to express her gratitude. Although Chen Lingcheng repeatedly refused, he couldn't resist this noblewoman, so he had no choice but to agree.

This meal was the most uncomfortable meal Chen Lingcheng ever ate. Rouping personally went to the Shang Food Bureau to arrange the recipes, and in less than half an hour, more than a dozen little eunuchs from the Shang Food Bureau sent a dazzling array of dishes. Pepper and vinegar shrimp, roast goose, sheep's head and feet, goose meat, salty drum mustard lamb tripe plate, garlic and vinegar white blood soup, five-flavor steamed chicken, yuan sauce mutton bones, paste spicy vinegar kidney, steamed fresh fish, five-flavor steamed gluten, mutton crystal horns, silk goose powder soup, three fresh soup, pepper mutton, fragrant rice, more than a dozen silver basins were placed in turn, full of a table, when did Chen Lingcheng see such a big scene, he was a little at a loss for a while.

Concubine Yu waved her hand to repel the eunuchs and palace maids who were waiting for the meal, leaving only Rouping alone, and then said to Chen Lingcheng with a smile: "In a hurry, the small kitchen of the palace has no time to prepare, and the Shang Diet Supervisor can't make any good dishes. Lord Chen will have to go back to Fenghua Palace for a while, and the palace will not serve wine, so Lord Chen will use some dishes at will. After speaking, he motioned to Rouping to give Chen Lingcheng vegetables.

Chen Lingcheng tasted all kinds of dishes in a daze, and he had everything in his heart, but there was a feeling in his mouth that the taste was the same as chewing wax. Rouping's introduction to each dish, he listened to it in a big way, but he didn't remember a word in his mind, and in the end he didn't even remember what Concubine Yu said to him when he left, but returned to Fenghua Palace with one foot high and one foot low.

"Forget it, as long as the concubine doesn't embarrass you and Hongru anymore." Since he couldn't figure it out, Feng Wuxian didn't plan to put more effort into Concubine Yu's intentions. "You and Hongru have worked hard these days, let's go and rest early."

There are only three days left before August 15, and the emperor suddenly decreed that he would give a banquet to the harem concubines and princes on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and to admire the moon in the imperial garden. This caused speculation among officials of all sizes in the court, and most of the princes who had a heart had made the final preparations, and it seemed that the emperor was going to let Ming Fang Zhenren appear that night. They invited scholars and others from the streets and alleys of the capital, even ordinary monks and Taoists who had nothing to do with them, in a vain attempt to enhance the so-called Son of Heaven through the methods they narrated. Burning incense in the prince's mansion, doing dojos, worshipping the sky, worshipping the moon, all in all, almost all the methods that can be used are on the scene, at this juncture, who cares about a few royal history's chins, and if they can become a great treasure at that time, they will not be taught to be unlucky.

Wenyuan Pavilion Scholar, Hubu Shangshu, Third Class Chengen Gong He Furong had a gloomy face, and kept pacing in the room, and all the people in the room had already been driven out by him. Since learning the news that Ming Fang Zhenren entered the palace, his mood has always been very impatient, his niece is firmly in the position of the queen, and he gave birth to the five princes in a hurry, I thought that the crown prince's position is always nine out of ten, who knows that the emperor does not know what to consider, and has not canonized the five princes as the prince for a long time. Now it's good that a Taoist priest was invited into the palace, and such a national event was entrusted to the hands of monks and Taoists, which was child's play.

"Master, the fourth young master is back." A young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly came in to report.

"That brute, when he usually wants to look for him, he either watches a play or drinks flower wine, what do you do when you come back?" When it came to his four sons, He Fu was so angry that he slapped his palm on the mahogany table on the side, and a precious Junyao tea cup couldn't withstand the vibration, and swayed twice on the table, fell to the ground, and suddenly shattered.

The little guy in Tsing Yi trembled with fright, his legs were weak, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground. It's not that he doesn't know that the old man has a bad temperament these days. But the housekeeper He Gui spoke, how dare he disobey, and now he is hitting the old man's head, so he has to sigh to himself that he is unlucky.

"People scatter flowers and lanterns, and people look forward to flowers." A young man with vain footsteps hummed a little song and walked into the house unhurriedly. "Hey, which one is this? Is it true that a father wants to tidy up the housework today? The young man asked with a hippie smile and sat down to himself.

He Furong glanced at this son who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun in disgust, and said, "Loser! And you, get out of here! ”

The little guy in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, this party woke up to the fact that the master was talking to him, and hurriedly responded, grateful to Dade, and withdrew to close the door, he was a little slave who didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the master and the fourth young master.

"Look at yourself, what do you look like, you're in your twenties, you don't care about your business, you're messing around outside all day, what do you look like? Our He family's face has made you lose everything! Seeing that no one was present, He Furong could no longer hide his anger, and said with a slap on his face, "Leading a good envoy to Guanglu Temple, but only going to order a Mao all day long, your boss has hinted to me too many times, can't you save you some snacks?" ”

"Father, isn't it just that little bit of Guanglu Temple's, what do you need me to care about?" He Molin played with the small porcelain plate on the table with candied fruit nonchalantly, "I know that you have been unhappy recently, and you are angry with people all day long, isn't it just a matter of establishing a prince?" There's no need to take my little thing out of anger! ”

"You ......" He Furong trembled with anger, "Do you know how arrogant you dare to be so arrogant?" Now that your cousin is the queen, naturally everyone wants to buy you a little face, in case His Royal Highness does not have a ninety-five division, who will protect you after the emperor is a hundred years later! You, you thing that doesn't know what to do, if it weren't for your Lao Tzu working so hard, where would you be at ease now? ”

"Yes, yes, I know that I am wrong, the child will go back to the room to study, this will always work, right?" He Morin stood up impatiently, muttering as he walked, "Anyway, I don't want any power, why do I say so many high-sounding words, not for my own future?" ”

He Furong looked at the back of his fourth son in the distance, and smashed a saucer fiercely, and there was a sound of ping-pong in the room. The subordinates outside the corridor couldn't help but subconsciously shrink their necks, alas, I really hope that this difficult day will pass quickly.

Fenghua Palace is still as quiet as ever, and the commotion in the capital does not seem to affect it at all, and Feng Wuxian is lying on a rattan chair, holding a book in his hand, very leisurely. Although it was autumn, the weather was still a little stuffy, Hongru was sitting on a small stool beside her, playing the fan unhurriedly, and neither of the master and servant spoke, as if they were enjoying this moment.

Chen Lingcheng looked at these two people angrily and funny, and couldn't help but sigh at his hard work. After all, he is still a person from the hospital, it is not good to stay in Fenghua Palace all the time, and it is always inevitable to go back and forth a few times a day. A person of his status, and he can't ride a horse and a sedan chair in the palace, so it's endless in the long run. "Your Highness has a good fate, but pity me for coming down this day, and I almost didn't break my leg. Hongru, you just take care of your father like this, and you don't even give you a cup of tea? He also didn't care whether the bluestone bench was cold or not, and sat down.

Hongru found Chen Lingcheng at this time, and quickly stood up, "Dad, you didn't say a word when you came, how do I know." Yesterday, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent a good dragon well, and I will go and make tea for you. After speaking, he put aside the fan in his hand, smiled, and then walked towards the hall.

"Your Highness, do you know the emperor's will?" Chen Lingcheng asked, "I heard that the princes of all families are busy. ”

"I don't go out of the door here, I can't enter the second door, how can I know these things?" Feng Wuxian sneered, "According to the usual practice, I, the Seventh Prince, am seriously ill and don't have to attend any banquets. It's the same with this Mid-Autumn Festival, which eunuch will come to me to deliver the message? ”

Chen Lingcheng's heart tightened, "Then isn't your previous effort in vain?" "If you run away for so many days in vain, won't you be wronged?