As soon as Su Guifei's words fell, the air was still for a moment.

Zhao Guifei glanced at the queen on the main seat, she was looking down and tasting tea with an expressionless face.

is worthy of being the queen's mother, so calm.

You must know that when the eldest prince died, it took many years for the queen to come out.

Cheng Xiaoxiao, who had been hiding behind the chair, heard that she had two big heads, but she probably knew that the one wearing a green palace dress on the right side of the main seat was Zhao Guifei, and the bad woman sitting on the left side was Su Guifei.

She raised her paw and scratched her head, listening to too many words of intrigue, and it took a lot of brains.

Withdrawn!

Cheng Xiaoxiao was about to go to the pillar behind Chu Yunshen, but found that the seats of the ministers of the DPRK and China on the east side seemed to be divided into two factions arguing about something.

There is liveliness!

Check it out!

She scurried from behind her chair to the pillar behind the east seat and pricked up her ears to listen.

Commander Su spoke seriously. King Jing is still a prince. ”

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man dressed in a stone blue mending uniform, and a brocade chicken was embroidered with gold thread and colored silk on the mending gown on his chest.

The man he called Commander Su, seventeen or eighteen years old, sat on his right side, and was also wearing a stone blue patch on his body, except that a lion was embroidered with cotton on the patch on his chest.

Looking at it like this, it should be a second-grade military official uniform.

This young man doesn't look big, but he is already in a second-class official position, which is really not to be underestimated.

"What are you pretending to be, Lord Song. Don't think that this Commander doesn't know what you sour scholars are thinking. It's just that this Commander has said what you dare not say! King Jing, he is a down-and-out phoenix who is not as good as a chicken. ”

Su Liang laughed shamefully, picked up the teacup in front of the table, and drank all the tea in the cup, "Now that the dignified prince has gone to some official court to solve the case, he is not afraid of people laughing at it!" ”

"Commander Su, you're drunk!" Song Lan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, picked up the water cup in his hand, looked at the tea in the cup, and reminded: "This official advises you to be cautious." ”

This Su Liang!

It's so young!

It doesn't depend on what the occasion is.

Dare to come drunk and drunk.

And there is no door guard, dare to say anything!

A reckless man is a reckless man!

King Jing was sitting across from them, and he dared to say so loudly that King Jing was not as good as a chicken?

But it's no wonder he's so rampant, if he were someone else, he wouldn't know how many heads he would have lost.

Who let him have an uncle Su Feiying who is a general who protects the country, and a good aunt Su Guifei who is the imperial concubine of the dynasty.

"Beware of what nonsense! Am I wrong? Didn't you solve a case? Is it worth holding such a big battle to hold a celebration banquet? The queen mother has to ask the saint again and again, so that the Manchu Dynasty civil and military can celebrate him as a prince with a guilty body! Ben's uncle won a battle, and that's why he is now! ”

"The queen mother's mother is like a parent and son to all the princes, and King Jing has been fighting abroad for many years and has made many achievements. Now another strange case has been solved, and the real culprit will be punished by himself. The people of Beijing all praised King Jing for his fairness and honesty. Why can't you hold this celebration feast! ”

"That's it! King Jing stationed in the frontier all the year round, and lost his mother in his early years, never received the favor of the harem, the queen proposed to the saint to hold a celebration banquet for King Jing, that is our mother's kindness and virtue. Si Nong Siqing Xiahou Xinghuo echoed.

"What are you adults doing around Commander Su! Commander Su just drank too much, and you have to take it seriously when he says some drunken things. Suddenly, a third-rank military attache dressed in a stone blue patch and embroidered with a leopard on his chest helped Su Liang.

"Lord Liu, you let go of me, I'm not drunk."

Su Liang pushed away Liu Ce, the squire of the military department, stood up and looked at the sour scholars around him who were praising the queen with their mouths open and closed, and said, "Have you ever been to the battlefield?" Have you ever seen a war? Have you forgotten all the evil deeds of King Jing who was tyrannical and ruthless, privately provoked the enemy country, and privately beheaded the envoys of the two countries? ”

"Stop arguing, y'all."

Wang Chong, the head of the Hanlin Academy, walked out of his seat, stood between Su Liang and the ministers, and said in a voice: "Isn't it just a celebration banquet?" What a noise. The key depends on who the saint likes! ”

"yes, don't make any more noise." Zhan Taiye, the secretary of the ministry, walked behind Wang Chong, the head of the Hanlin Academy, and nodded while echoing: "Anyway, the saint favors the eighth prince King Qing, not the fourth prince King Jing!" ”

"King Jing is not bad! He has military exploits at a young age, and he has solved strange cases, and he will definitely be able to help the saint in the future! ”

Song Lan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, retorted coldly.

"Huh."

Su Liang sneered, knelt on the table and pretended to be drunk, and the sound of Wang Chong and Song Lan arguing in his ears was heard.

His eyes lowered and there was a gleam in his eyes.

These two old things finally couldn't help it.

I think they are all students of Zhao Guifei's father, Master Zhao, a scholar of the Palace Pavilion.

These two naturally supported the Eighth Prince.

He had just deliberately provoked those who supported the empress in order to get them to say something praising King Jing.

My aunt asked him to stir up the water as much as possible.

I wonder if this pool of mixed water is still satisfied?

Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at the pillar for a long time, and she could see a little way.

Among these courtiers in front of them, there are those who support the seven princes raised by the queen, those who support the eighth prince who is the son of Zhao Guifei, and those who support Chu Hongyi.

It's just that Cheng Xiaoxiao glanced at Commander Su who was lying on the table.

Obviously, he was the one who led the battle, but now he is sleeping like a nobody.

Whether he is really drunk or fake, Cheng Xiaoxiao, who has watched a lot of palace fighting dramas from modern times, is like a mirror in his heart.

And there are also some ministers who just sit in their seats and drink tea from beginning to end, without saying a word.

For example, Di Yangze, the supervising envoy, Gu Ruoshan, the servant of the ministry, and a few ministers who looked like they had a high status, all just sat in front of the seat and drank tea with a calm face.

As if everything that happened here, they didn't see.

Just as the two forces were arguing, a shrill voice pierced the sky above the main hall: "The Holy Lord has arrived." ”

The hall was silent for an instant.

Cheng Xiaoxiao shrank and poked a small head out from behind the pillar.

I saw a middle-aged man appear at the temple gate.

The man is dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, engraved like jade, the perfect eyebrow shape is more in line with his heroic spirit, thin lips are pursed, and his brows are wrinkled, as if he is annoyed by something, but this frowning appearance makes people feel more awe from the bottom of their hearts.

When the emperor walked into the main hall, the ministers of the court on the east side, the prince and the county lord on the west side, and the queen concubine on the main seat saluted him at the same time:

"Ministers, see the saint!"

"The son knocks to see his father!"

"The concubine has seen the saint!"

Chu Hongzhen faced north and south, sitting on the dragon chair, and the queen sat side by side with him.

Chu Yunshen looked at the courtiers below and said to the prince and county lord: "Let's all be flat." ”

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, Father!"

Everyone hurriedly knelt on the ground to thank him.

Chu Hongzhen looked at Concubine Su Guifei in the lower left and said worriedly: "Isn't Concubine Ai unwell today?" You ought to have rested well in the temple. ”

Chu Hongzhen's face was full of worry.

"Xie Shengshang cares, and the concubine's body is fine."

Concubine Su stood up from her seat, blessed Chu Hongzhen and said, "And the palace hasn't been so lively for a long time." The concubines also want to be lively. ”

"Aifei sits."

Chu Hongzhen raised his hand and signaled to Concubine Su not to be polite.

Then he glanced at Chu Yunshen, who was sitting in the third seat, and waved his hand at Yuan Qing behind him.

Yuan Qing immediately stepped forward and attached himself to Chu Hongzhen, and when Chu Hongzhen finished speaking, he straightened his waist, tilted his head, and said in a sharp voice: "Because King Jing has made a meritorious contribution to solving the case, he will be rewarded with a century-old wine of osmanthus and drunken an altar." ”

As soon as the words fell, a little eunuch came out of the back of the hall with a sprinkling altar wrapped in golden brocade with a sealed mouth, walked in front of Chu Yunshen, and bent down to put the sprinkling altar on Chu Yunshen's table.

"Son, thank your father for the reward!"

Chu Yunshen came out from behind the table, stepped under the dragon chair, and bowed to Chu Hongzhen.

"Get up."

Chu Hongzhen raised his hand expressionlessly, and glanced coldly at Chu Yunshen, who was kneeling below.

Then he turned his head to look at the minister on the east side and said, "Today is a celebration banquet for King Jing, and all the ministers don't have to be formal." ”

The ministers all got up again and stood in the open space next to their seats, raised their two arms, knelt down towards Chu Hongzhen and said, "Thank you!" ”

"King Jing has set an example for all princes, and I hope that all princes will learn more from King Jing in the future." The corners of the queen's mouth were slightly hooked, and she gently said to the prince on the west side.

"Yes, Queen Mother."

The princes all stood up and bowed to the queen.

"The concubines think that all the sons of the family should also learn more from King Jing." Su Guifei added with a smile on her eyebrows.

Since the queen wants to praise King Jing, then she will hold King Jing higher.

"Yes, concubine!"

The ministers replied in unison.

Although Chu Hongzhen was displeased, because the ministers were all present, the royal face was the most important, so he couldn't bear it, but just waved his hand at Yuanqing.

"Feast."

With a shrill voice fell.

The famous wine on the case is hot, the cured meat is wild, the corner of the hall is long, and the breeze is blowing.

Chu Hongyi drank the sprinkle in his hand while looking at the century-old wine on Chu Yunshen's table.

Just as everyone was pushing the cups and changing the lamps, Chu Jingshuo suddenly walked from behind the table to the center of the hall, and then saluted Chu Hongzhen and said, "Father, the sons and daughters specially brought the sunset today to cheer up the banquet. Please also ask my father for permission. ”

"Hmm."

Chu Hongzhen took a sip of wine and nodded to Chu Jingxuan.

Chu Jingxuan retreated to his seat, then stretched out his hand and clapped behind him.

Smack.

A tall, lithe woman walked in from outside the door of the main hall.

I saw her wearing a light white gauze dress, her fragrant shoulders were lightly exposed, and her snow-like skin matched the white gauze dress.

The exposed white jade neck is clean, white, and does not require any jewelry.

The faintly beautiful figure, the black hair under the long stream, was pulled up at will by the silver elegant hairpin.

The corners of his mouth smiled lightly, and there was no trace of rouge on his face.

His eyes were like water, but with a faint coldness.

Ten fingers are delicate, the skin is like clotted fat, and the snow white is pink.

The waist is slender and the limbs are slender.

The music started, the dance started, and the woman danced too.

There was silence in the entire Qimeng Garden.

Her wide sleeves fluttered like clouds, the green silk on her head danced in the wind, and her waist was as soft as a willow, gradually falling on her back.

The peach blossoms in the bottle were worn by the dancing cuffs, which were like a rain of flowers, like a rain of peach blossoms.