There was a murmur and chuckle from the crowd, but everyone turned their heads to look at the seats in the Zhenguo Mansion—it was empty, and Diyan wasn't there.

"Okay." Sun Youwei said softly, "What about the Diyang people? ”

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister is here."

A gentle male voice with a bit of laziness came from the depths of the peach forest, Di Yang carried a bamboo rake on his left shoulder, and the corner of his clothes in his right hand, as if he was holding something in his arms, so he slowly walked into everyone's sight.

In Luoying, Di Yang is wide-sleeved and long-dressed, his eyebrows are lowered, as if he is smiling, and there is a little cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows, like a fairy king who walked out of a painting.

The posture of its people is like the heart of the orchid, and the momentum of its people is like the prosperity of the pine.

Cen Lingju frowned slightly.

When Di Yang walked up, Cen Lingju looked at him carefully again, and asked in a cold voice, "Where is your seat?" ”

With his right hand loosening the hem of his robe, the thing in his bosom fell in a flutter - an innumerable peach blossom with petals like snow on a summer night.

Tonight, the illusion peach forest outside the Xuanzheng Hall is a collection of the power of all the illusionists in the inner court, its branches and petals, are lifelike, not only that, but there is also the power of fireflies in the petals, whenever there is a wind blowing or someone gently collides, they will glow with a faint fluorescent light.

A moment of pouring brought a faint light white brilliance, illuminating Di Yang like a jade man.

Without saying a word, he leaned over and sat down in the pile of flowers, and once again startled the fireworks.

"This flower is the minister's seat tonight." Dijan said with a smile.

"That's it?" Cen Lingju snorted and was about to speak, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw Sun Youwei's eyes shining slightly, as if he was full of surprise and admiration.

Looking around again, everyone's expressions became a little subtle - especially the few old ministers who were still sitting at the scene, and their faces all showed a gentle expression similar to Sun Youwei.

Feng Yan couldn't help but sigh lightly - it turned out that he was carrying a bamboo rake on his back to sweep the fallen flowers......

What a wonderful person.

Cen Lingju looked at everyone a little flustered, she turned to Di Yang, pointed to the pile of flowers under his seat and said, "You flowers...... Your flower is just so beautiful, and when it dawns tomorrow, there will be nothing! ”

Sun You, who was on the throne, sighed slightly, and Cen Lingju's words suddenly shocked her sorrow.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, today's young man will be old tomorrow...... The reverse journey of life is like the flower of this peach blossom, only in a moment. ”

"It's just a moment, and it's not necessarily bad." Di Yang answered softly, "Back then, Ji Dong wrote "Six Envy Songs", nostalgic for the past and the various things he got along with his mentor Miaowei Taoist, which is the essence of this issue. ”

Cen Lingju snorted, "...... What "Six Envy Songs", it's all here to talk about some and not. ”

Di Yang smiled, "Have you heard of it?" ”

"I've heard it, and if I haven't heard it, it's always the literary tricks of you sour literati, and I'm not uncommon!"

Dijan raised his head, stared straight ahead, and spoke softly.

"I don't envy the golden jade, I don't envy the white jade cup. Do not envy the province of the DPRK, and do not envy the twilight of Taiwan. Thousands of envy of the West River, once to Jingling City.

"Back then, Miaowei Daoist was very difficult to get up, and his beloved disciple Ji Dong was far away in the sky and could not serve the sickbed. Soon, the news of Miaowei's death reached Ji Dong, and Ji Dong was sad, so he wrote this song, nostalgic for the time spent with his master day and night, so that he envied the water of the Xijiang River, after all, they could rush towards Jingling City.

"Tonight's night tour with Your Majesty and all the monarchs is also a pleasure for one period, and it is precious because of its rapid decay."

As soon as these words came out, the others couldn't help but look at Cen Lingju's Luodian treasure seat again-looking at it at this moment, the more elaborate the treasure seat was, the more it fell behind.

Di Yang's move is to use "quick decay" against "permanence", and "natural" to suppress "carving".

The crowd sighed.

It's not a show......

It's really ridiculous.

During the banquet, only Chen Ming suddenly felt a little ominous, he looked at Di Yang's flowers, and for some reason his right eyelid jumped.

"What is decaying, what is crooked poetry?" Cen Lingju scolded, "It's such a good time today, but you want to say such unlucky things, who do you want to spoil—"

"Someone." Sun Youwei interrupted Cen Lingju's words softly, and everyone looked at the empress, only to see that her expression was calm, with a somewhat peaceful smile, "In front of the flowers of Zhenguo Gong, set up a separate seat for him." ”

Cen Lingju was like a fish in his throat for a moment, and he couldn't say half a word.

The two palace people quickly brought a food table and put it in front of Di Yang.

"Give wine." Sun Youwei smiled again, "This fast-decaying flower is the best seat tonight...... Come to think of it, no one should have any objections, right? ”

Everyone gave up, "The ministers were impressed." ”

With a smile, he walked over to Di Yang with a red mash and placed the wine on his table.

Di Yang bowed and knelt, "Thank you, Your Majesty, the minister is brave, I want to ask again, I wonder if the minister can transfer one of these pots of mash to others?" ”

Hearing this, Cen Lingju's expression on the side softened a little - if Di Yang was willing to divide this misty mash equally today, it would be regarded as his taking the initiative to show goodwill, and she could also consider not pursuing this matter today.

"You think clearly," Sun You smiled, "these two pots of red mash have been treasured by me for many years...... There was no more in the palace. ”

"I understand."

"Since it has been given to you, it is at your disposal." Sun Youwei said softly, "Who are you going to give it to?" ”

Cen Lingju took a deep breath - if Di Yang wanted to transfer the wine to himself, it would be a good news.

She can tolerate being robbed of the limelight tonight for a while.

Cen Lingju's mind quickly passed over how to get off the donkey for a while, but before she could let out this breath, Di Yang opened his mouth.

"The minister wants to give it to the first assistant of the Feng Pavilion, Wei Xingzhen, Lord Wei, I heard that he got married a few days ago, but unfortunately the minister was not in the divine capital at that time, and he was unable to drink Lord Wei's wedding wine......

As he spoke, Di Yang got up with a wine jug and walked towards Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan's seats with a smile.

“…… Today's beautiful day, I will borrow flowers to offer Buddha, the right is that I will make up the congratulatory gift," he put the wine jug on the table of the two with one hand, "I wish the two of you a hundred years of good together, and grow old together." ”

Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen were a little surprised, and the two of them got up at the same time, and bowed their heads together, "Thank you Grandpa Guo for the wine." ”

Diyan sighed, "This name...... At least call me forty years older. ”

Seeing this, the nearby officials also stood up one after another and greeted Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen.

For a while, the congratulatory voices of blessings to the newlyweds sounded one after another.

Feng Yan didn't recognize every one of these people's faces.

Some of them were sneering in their hearts, some were envious, and some were just casually conforming to the crowd, but all of them had the same warm smile on their faces and a sincere glimmer in their eyes.

Feng Yan looked at these faces and suddenly remembered a past incident in her childhood.

When she was eight or nine years old, she lay on the wall of her house and watched her mother set up a tea banquet in the courtyard, and after the banquet she ran to her mother's side, and took the trouble to remind Li that the lady who had laughed the most had the worst heart, and that her mother should not invite her again in the future.

Li was very surprised, and asked Feng Yan how she found out, Feng Yan recited some details, and Li hugged her daughter and praised her for being smart and careful.

However, at the next tea banquet, the lady at the banquet was still invited, Feng Yan didn't understand, and asked her mother why she invited her into the house again.

That day, Li took her by the hand and walked slowly in the garden, and told her that although the lady was mean-hearted, she could make everyone laugh with a few words, and the laughter of everyone had not stopped since she joined the tea party in spring.

"But she's a bad person." Feng Yan emphasized.

"It's not so easy to tell if it's good or bad." Li said with a smile, "As long as she doesn't do anything hurtful, then she doesn't have to investigate what thoughts she has and what thoughts she has in her stomach." ”

At that time, Feng Yan didn't understand what this reason, she only knew that when the bad-hearted lady passed by her, she was as uncomfortable as a needle bayonet.

Good and bad, she couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

However, today, Feng Yan looked at everyone's eyes and the chaotic seven emotions floating on their bodies, and she was finally able to say thank you to these people in turn with the same smile.

It turns out that this game of human affection is played like this......

Today, at this moment, she finally understood something.

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"Six Envy Songs" is the Tang Dynasty tea saint Lu Yu remembered the wisdom of the Zen master to write, used here Liao.