Hearing these people's words, Du Xi'er's face was a little pale, especially Yan Ao'an, although she had met several times, she still couldn't let her go of his face.

The gods quarreled, of course, only the masses were offended, and this group of officials and the families of the officials did not dare to say anything, so they could only eat silently, and some of them were afraid of their wives and even had to steal a few glances at their wives, afraid that their wives would beat themselves regardless of the scene.

Yan Beishen finally couldn't stand it, because the scene was embarrassing at this time, if he didn't care about it, maybe the war would soon burn to his side, but didn't it, although he didn't like the queen, but in front of the civil and military officials, how could he lose face.

"Enough!"

"What do you four brothers think of this place as a market?" Yan Beishen slapped his chopsticks and yelled with a black face, and the four people who had been arguing finally stopped arguing, and the civil and military officials and their families also stopped the chopsticks in their hands in Yan Beishen's roar, and they didn't dare to move.

The atmosphere became unusually quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sound of fish spitting bubbles in the lotus pond.

The moon banquet is held from the afternoon, the civil and military officials and the emperor first eat a banquet, and then in the evening to enjoy the moon together to watch the song and dance performances, the moon to compose poems, the winner can ask the emperor for a gift, can be a marriage or a treasure, in short, the arrangement is full of swings, very lively.

After seeing that the atmosphere was very quiet, he immediately found the host to arrange the discussion of Mama Gui, who was a close confidant of the queen, and after many discussions and communication between the two, they arranged the entrance to the evening song and dance performance in advance.

The sound of the flute sounded with the sound of the piano slowly, and the petals flew all over the sky, only to see a young girl dressed in a fairy skirt suddenly like a water sleeve about to be thrown away, the sleeves danced, as if there were countless petals fluttering down in the air, swaying, petals, holding wisps of agarwood. The dance turned back to the red sleeves, and the song was sorrowful. The hall is full of lights, and the seats are beautiful.

The flute fell, the sound of the piano stopped, and the dance ended.

"Good, good, very good performance."

"This is really a boneless arm, step by step." A minister couldn't finish opening his mouth to spit out a sentence, and the sycophant person instantly followed the rhythm and said good things.

"Good poetry, good poetry, Lord Song is really knowledgeable and talented."

The person who spoke was Scholar Song, that is, Du Yuming's cheap father-in-law, and it was Cao Yilang who patted the sycophants, and Cao Yilang did not please Du Yuming, so he naturally picked up Scholar Song's doglegs.

Don't look at Mr. Song is sixty or seventy years old this year, but he is still corrupt and lustful, the older he gets, the less he has a proper shape, and the older he gets, the more he refuses to admit that he is old, and the more bold and unscrupulous he becomes.

"Oh, yes, if anyone can make better poetry, I will definitely be rewarded." After Yan Beishen looked at these people, he immediately gave his Chen Nuo.

Because the person who wrote the poem is Song Bochang, few people dare to do poetry now, for fear of accidentally offending this old man who is getting younger and smaller the older he is, and when the time comes, he will be secretly persecuted and lose his official position, and it will not be good to affect the whole family.

"I heard that Du Xiang's wife Shao Shi is a famous talented woman in the previous dynasty."

"Isn't it, or let her come out to fight."

"Yes, yes." Some officials who opposed Du Yuming immediately pointed the finger at Du Yuming, although they knew his previous relationship with Song Bochang, they still had the courage to do so.

"Hey, why don't you see Mrs. Shao, yes, yes, it doesn't seem that what Master Du is carrying today is Mrs. Shao, but Mrs. Song and her children."