In the spacious and gorgeous hall, the ministers are offering congratulatory messages one by one, wishing His Majesty a long life.

After everyone regained their composure, they warmly and respectfully toasted the empress, and also toasted to Fengjun and Hepingjun, who had just been canonized.

Nan Mohao didn't say a word, still the same taciturn, cold and detached appearance.

Wen Renyuan and Pei Yuyang's eyes swept over the two people sitting beside the empress, and each of them crossed a deep arc under their eyes, and raised their feet and walked towards their seats.

The banquet in the palace is nothing more than lively, pushing cups and changing lamps, singing and dancing strings, and the officials have smiles on their faces that they don't know whether they are sincere or fake, saying some duplicitous words to each other, and absentmindedly admiring the beautiful and enchanting dance of the dancing girl.

The only difference between today's banquet and the usual was the sudden rise and fall in the mood of the courtiers, because there was one of the biggest accidents - the regent entered the harem.

Many people think that in addition to Zhengjun, even if he can only get the position of Pingjun or Guijun by retreating, this person should also be Feng Weiyu.

But the final result was unexpected by everyone - for Baiguan, this does not mean anything good.

Everyone couldn't figure out in their hearts, did the empress like the prime minister or not?

If you don't like it, why did you support him in the first place?

Isn't it just to let such a young man occupy the position of prime minister just to compete with the regent? Now the current singing is really incomprehensible.

The ministers were puzzled, but they couldn't help but sigh, saying that the emperor's heart was unpredictable, and it was true.

Besides, Your Majesty is still a woman, so it's even more difficult to guess this thought, don't people often say, women's hearts are needles?

The palace banquet was calm, but the Prime Minister was rarely silent - in the eyes of outsiders, his state was obviously a frustrated reaction, but only Feng Weiyu himself knew that he had been completely controlled by an emotion called anxiety, even if he was calm, he couldn't force a smile at all.

There was a strong sense of foreboding in his heart, tormenting him to panic, he was now like a frog boiling in warm water, the temperature of the water was rising little by little, but he was blocked from all the opportunities to escape, and could only passively stay in the pot, waiting for the warm water to boil, taking his life little by little.

He didn't want to be caught, and he didn't want to sit still, but there was nothing he could do.

It was as if he had lost his arm and direction overnight, and he even felt a hand holding him tightly at his fatal point, leaving him with no escape and could only wait sadly for the verdict of fate.

And until now, he can't figure out what went wrong.

Why did his fate suddenly change so dramatically? He didn't even know where he was exposed......

Zixi's gaze passed through everyone, and as if inadvertently landed on Feng Weiyu's face with a stiff expression, the wine cup in his hand was elegantly sent to his lips.

She took a sip of the palace wine, and casually narrowed her eyes to hide the cold luster under her eyes.

The birthday ceremony of the empress is one of the most important events in the palace, and it takes three days to hold a banquet.

Seventeen and eighteen have passed two days.

On March 19, the empress and the newly released Zhengjun and Heping Jun once again ascended the Xuanyang Gate Tower to accept the congratulations of the subjects, and since then, the Lingguo has ushered in a dynasty that truly belongs to the empress.