Fusang couldn't help but swallow, staring straight at the plate.

The palace maids passed by her without squinting.

The smell of food was left in the air, and the stomach of the hooker gurgled in the stomach.

These palace maids must have sent food to the banquet.

Just follow them, and you'll find a place to feast.

Fusang quietly followed behind them.

Walked for about a quarter of an hour.

The palace maids entered a large hall with wooden plates from the side cloister.

Fussan walked out of the dimly lit cloister.

The splendid hall comes into view, and the huge mahogany pillars are wrapped around the soaring golden auspicious dragon, majestic and solemn.

In the main hall, there are desks, ministers in luxurious official robes, talking and laughing with wine.

In front is the seat of the minister, and in the back is the seat of the courtier's family, wife, and children of the courtiers.

This magnificent picture is completely like being in a beautiful picture of the ages.

Fusang's eyes shuttled through the main hall, constantly looking around.

The maidservants in the palace wearing light-colored dresses are all holding wooden plates in their hands and offering exquisite delicacies.

Wine or fresh melons and fruits were placed on the table, and the palace maids in the Qionglin Hall shuttled to pour wine for the ministers.

Just as Fusang was thinking about where to go.

A palace maid hurriedly walked up to her and handed over the plate in her hand.

"Take it."

Fusang held the silver disc and looked at the palace maid with some confusion.

"What is this?"

The palace maid held her stomach and looked anxious.

"I have a little stomach ache and want to go to the toilet, you go and wait for me first."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

"Hey......"

Fusang called, "Where am I going to serve?" ”

The palace maid pointed her finger and left in a hurry.

Fussan looked towards his fingers.

"......" Stomach ache is pretended, right?

The place that the palace maid refers to is the most honorable position in the Qionglin Palace.

The dragon chair, which is large enough for two people to sit on, is covered with golden fabric, and behind it stand two palace maids holding pu fans.

It may not be time for the official opening of the table yet.

The rumored Tyrant His Majesty has not yet arrived.

The people in the palace were afraid of the emperor, so just now the palace maid saw that Fusang was in a daze, so she had a plan.

Let the stupid girl serve the emperor for her.

Fusang doesn't care about being pitted.

She's going to get close to His Majesty the Tyrant anyway.

Fusang stepped up the steps with his drink, walked to the emperor's desk step by step, and leaned down to put down the silver disc.

Wine jugs and jade cups are placed on the table.

Fussan looked at the silver disc in his hand.

What should I do with this thing?

Didn't wait for her to think clearly.

"Your Majesty has arrived—"

Fusang saw it clearly.

The ministers in the Qionglin Hall trembled, and almost didn't hold the wine glass.

A figure appeared on the side of the palace.

Fusang looked over curiously.

The young man at the front was slender, his face was as handsome as a perfect sculpture, and his inky eyes were like stars in the night sky.

The young man was dressed in a black intricate imperial robe, and the noble black imperial robe was embroidered with a lifelike dragon with gold-rimmed fine threads, and there was an awe-inspiring aura all over his body.

The young man pursed his thin lips slightly, and his inky cold eyes swept away.

Such a high up and looking down on everyone.

Everyone present shuddered and bowed their heads and called.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

There was only one person.

The girl standing next to the dragon chair looked at him with watery eyes stunned.

Puyang Tangjun's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his gaze shot over like an arrow.

If an ordinary person was looked at by the young emperor like this, he would immediately kneel on the ground in fright.