Five days later, King Yan's birthday.

Meijing got up early in the morning, waited for Song Liangchen to change into a new clothes, washed himself, and then sat down to let Yushi comb his hair.

"What are you doing when you get up so early?" Song Liangchen yawned, a purple-gold robe looked extravagant, but there was still a touch of white brocade on his eyes, which inevitably showed two points of weakness.

"On a good day, you naturally have to get up earlier." Meijing looked at him from the mirror with a smile: "Wait a minute, the princess will wait for a while, and the concubine will be packed up and make longevity noodles." ”

"Hmm." As soon as he heard that there was something to eat, Song Liangchen quieted down, holding the recently found rosewood Buddha beads in his hand, and twisted them for a while.

Comb the hair bun, Meijing went to make longevity noodles, the house invited a lot of people to the banquet today, but Song Liangchen has always rarely eaten at the banquet, so this noodles are considered a meal. She kneaded the noodles, ramen, and noodles by herself, and she really made a bowl of noodles and served them steaming in front of him.

The fragrance was overflowing, and Song Liangchen couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't eaten what you made for a long time, I think someone said that they would always make lunch for this king, but they didn't fulfill it later." ”

Is this an old reckoning with her? Meijing laughed dryly twice, and folded her hands: "Forgive me, the prince forgives me, so many things happened later, and the concubine is busy, so ......"

Shaking his head, but the corners of his mouth were raised, Song Liangchen elegantly sandwiched the noodles and ate quietly.

A noodle is eaten to the bottom, the noodles are firm, and the soup base is fragrant. Putting down the chopsticks, the first thing Song Liangchen did was to stretch out his hand towards the beautiful scenery: "Congratulatory gift." ”

Seeing that he couldn't see, Meijing rolled her eyes widely, and then smiled: "Shouldn't the best gifts be put at the end?" The prince went to receive other people's congratulatory gifts first, and it was not too late to see the concubine at night. ”

Flattening his mouth, Song Liangchen stood up: "Okay, then the king will go to the front hall first." ”

"Hmm." Jingjing bowed her head and watched Yushu help him out, and then she looked at the brocade clothes next to her with a broken face: "What should I do?" I still don't know what to give to the prince. ”

Jinyi couldn't cry or laugh: "The master got up so early, do you just want more time to think?" It's too late, right? ”

"Give him an ordinary antique, jade pendant or something, he'll be angry." Meijing lay down on the dressing table in frustration, reaching out and rummaging through the small box.

Jinyi shook his head, they really can't help their master in this matter. What the prince likes, shouldn't only the master himself know?

The hours slowly passed, and the guests gradually began to arrive at the gate of the palace. Meijing pinched the corners of her mouth and went out to help worriedly.

Cheng Beiwang and Ye Qingcheng and others were the earliest, and the gifts they gave were unusually simple and direct - a red envelope wrapped in a silver ticket.

Meijing took it in silence, speechless.

The officials of Yandi and their families, as well as some merchants who Ren Xiaoyao often came and went, and the banquet was placed directly from the main courtyard to the Acacia Garden, and there were congratulatory voices everywhere.

Song Liangchen sat at a table surrounded by bonsai, and if someone wanted to invite Andu, he could only salute through the bonsai, and he could not see the face of King Yan.

"It's your birthday, and you're happier." Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hand and put it on Song Liangchen's shoulder, and said with a smile: "If there is anything to worry about, it is better to leave it until tomorrow." ”

"yes." Liu Yanyuan said: "There are still brothers." ”

Song Liangchen felt very inexplicable, he just had no expression on his face because he couldn't see anything, why was he regarded as unhappy by them?

But when they said that, he still pretended to sigh.

Cheng Beiwang looked at it, and his brows furrowed: "Is the prince worried about Song Liangye's affairs?" ”

Slightly stunned, Song Liangchen turned his head and turned in his direction: "Found Song Liangye?" ”

"Don't mention that person today." Ye Qingcheng glanced at Cheng Bei: "We'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Song Liangchen frowned.

Meijing was busy arranging for her subordinates to greet the guests, and Yushu ran over coldly and said in her ear: "Princess, there is an urgent letter from the capital, can you transfer it to the prince?" ”

Urgent letter? Meijing looked at him curiously, took the letter and looked at the words on the envelope.

"King Yan personally opened, Xu Zili pen."

Sent by Zijin? Meijing was slightly stunned, then frowned, and put the letter into her sleeve: "I'll read it to him later." ”

Yushu nodded, bowed and retreated.

Although it is said that he and Xu Zijin have forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes, but when they received his letter in these days, it was absolutely impossible for Meijing to read it to Song Liangchen, and everything would be said after today.

Delicacies, warblers sing and swallows dance, and there is a sheng song in the palace of the king of Yan, and the atmosphere is excellent. Meijing sat next to Song Liangchen, blocked the wine for him, and talked and laughed with everyone as usual.

But for some reason, a large number of dark clouds came from the sky, blocking the sun tightly, and the surroundings were much darker. The autumn wind blew, and many people were half-awake from their wine.

A feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in her heart, and Meijing subconsciously grabbed Song Liangchen's hand and looked up at the sky.

"What's wrong?" Song Liangchen asked.

Shaking her head, looking at the people who were eating happily at each table, Jingjing chuckled, "It's okay." ”

It should be that she is thinking too much.

"Today is the birthday of our Lord Yan." Cheng Beiwang stood on the main hall, probably half drunk, and smiled towards the people outside: "Since King Yan succeeded to the throne, he has led us to win many battles and defended Yan Land, should we pay tribute to King Yan?" ”

"Yes!" The crowd roared in unison.

Song Liangchen raised his eyebrows, and just wanted to say something, he was helped to Cheng Beiwang's side by Ye Qingcheng and Liu Yanyuan, who were not afraid of death.

"Come on, this cup of Yan Wang must be dry!" Cheng Beiwang directly raised a jar of wine and put it in front of him.

Smelling the strong smell of wine, Song Liangchen said solemnly: "This king can't see it, so he won't drink it." ”

Cheng Beiwang laughed and grabbed him: "If the prince can't see it, then the princess will have to do it for him!" ”

Meijing was about to escape, but she was directly surrounded by brocade clothes and jade food.

It's also that the atmosphere is too good, and these people don't distinguish between dignity and inferiority. Crying and laughing, Meijing stood beside Song Liangchen, thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "Otherwise, if the concubine drinks this jar for the prince, it will be considered a birthday gift?" ”

"You dare!" Song Liangchen's face darkened.

Shrinking her neck, Meijing looked at Cheng Bei very helplessly and spread her hands: "Look, the prince won't let me drink." Let's do it, let's make a fist, who loses and who drinks for the prince? ”

The corners of Cheng Beiwang's mouth twitched, and he hugged the jar and turned his head away. If you want to make a fist, he won't drink it in the end?

"Cheng Dudu, don't you dare?"

"Yes, or just drink it for the prince!"

There was a commotion, Cheng Beiwang gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I drank it for the prince, then the prince will take it in front of the princess, how about it?" ”

"Good!" A group of people who drank high and were not afraid of death responded in unison.

Meijing covered her eyes: "Cheng Dudu, this is the prince's birthday, not a wedding." ”

"Whatever!" Cheng Beiwang picked up the wine jar with great pride, and the wine was spilled all over the ground, estimated to be more than he drank.

Listening to everyone's cheers, Song Liangchen was not shy, anyway, he couldn't see anything, and the only thing he could touch was the beautiful scenery alone, so he immediately fished it over and bowed his head to kiss it.

The beauty was startled, but she didn't hide. Seeing his lips getting closer and closer, he suddenly heard the sound of armor bumping.

The coaxing was lowered, the sound was loud and abrupt, and it was impossible to ignore it. Everyone looked back and saw countless officers and soldiers rushing in and surrounding the entire banquet hall.

Some didn't react, and Meijing muttered in a low voice: "How can there be officers and soldiers coming?" I don't think they were entertained, did they? ”

Song Liangchen was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "What style of clothes are you wearing?" ”

"Silver armor and red robe." Scenic Road.

With his hands tightened, Song Liangchen said in a low voice: "Oh no." ”

Cheng Beiwang woke up most of the wine, and saw General Chang come out of the group of officers and soldiers, pinching a roll of bright yellow things, and walked up to the main hall and said: "By the emperor's order, the Yan Wangfu will be raided, except for the people in the palace, the rest will be dispersed." ”

Meijing was shocked and looked at him in disbelief: "Why? ”

How could it be good to raid the Yan Wangfu? The emperor is not stupid, is he so groundless that he is not afraid of the princes of other fiefdoms rebelling with King Yan?

General Chang still smiled kindly, looked at her and said, "This is a holy decree, please King Yan and the princess move first and go with the humble duty." ”