At this moment, Sun Yuer felt a little sympathetic to herself.

The old yellow calendar like Concubine He, the new yellow calendar like Princess Qingli, how come they are all exposed in their hands?

My eyes and ears are really too sensitive!

After about a tea time, Xuanyuan Che was already sitting on the throne of Jiaotai Palace, toasting with Emperor Jiuli of Changyue and Prince Baili Jin of Gaoxin, and recounting the so-called friendship of friendship.

"This king heard that Emperor Xuanyuan is very good at pen and ink, I wonder if I can ask for a pair to take back today?"

Don't look at Xuanyuan Che to rule the world immediately, his literati skills are also taught by famous teachers, far from being comparable to the "barbarians" like Emperor Changyue, even if it is a hundred miles of Jin, it is not too much.

Therefore, when Xuanyuan Che heard this, he knew that Baili Jin did it deliberately.

"Why not! What does the prince of Baili want to write alone, it is straightforward."

On the table in front of the throne, there was already someone arranging it in an instant, Xuanyuan Che got up and took the pen, dipped in thick ink, and waited for Baili Jin to think about answering.

"Then please ask Emperor Xuanyuan to give you the word "rich"!"

"The country is rich and the people are strong, and the land is rich?"

"Exactly."

Xuanyuan Che nodded, wrote the word "rich" in vermilion ink on the moire silk, and then sent it to the front of the Baili Jin seat with Wei Changshou in person.

"Emperor Xie Xuanyuan! I hope that both Xuanyuan and Gaoxin are rich and strong."

Baili Jin was indeed overjoyed when he looked at it, and only he and Xuanyuan Che knew the deep meaning.

"Lone also wants to ask for a word."

In front of the throne, Xuanyuan Che put down his pen and listened to what Emperor Changyue Jiuli said.

"What does Emperor Changyue want? Lone is willing to be fulfilled."

Emperor Changyue Jiu said, "Ligature."

"Oh, what's the point?"

Xuanyuan Che put down his pen, took a sip of wine from the golden cup in front of him, and waited for him to continue speaking with interest.

"The meaning of the word is far-reaching, gathering it is precious to be harmonious, and dividing it is the meaning of one person and one mouthful, Emperor Xuanyuan and the prince of Baili should understand the painstaking heart of Lonely."

What does this Changyue Emperor mean is that he is willing to share the treasures of the Central Plains with Xuanyuan and Gaoxin?

Xuanyuan Che and Baili Jin secretly exchanged glances, both of them did not believe what Emperor Changyue said, but now is the time, it is not good to break this matter.

"Good! Wei Changshou, change paper."

Wei Changshou understood and changed the silk silk with his own hands so that Emperor Changyue could carry it.

A pale golden silk was smoothly spread on the imperial case, Xuanyuan Che hung his wrist to hold the pen, opened the pen to write a big "He" word, and then gave it to Emperor Jiuli of Changyue.

In this way, the three people who had their own hearts were all happy, and they toasted each other and drank together, gossiping about other things, and the atmosphere was not harmonious.

In the imperial garden, the eldest princess looked at Zhu Jiu, and was posing right one by one, learning to be enchanting.

"Grandmother, is this okay?"

After a while, Zhu Jiu's title to the eldest princess became "grandmother", which shows that she has been "tamed" a lot.

"No, no! You are so twisted, how can you "seduc" the emperor!"

"What?"

Zhu Jiu couldn't believe his ears, as a ***, it was the first time he had heard that someone was going to teach him how to seduce Xuanyuan Che.

"I'm afraid the eldest princess is drunk."

"What's the matter, this palace has only drunk five cups." Seeing that the amount of alcohol was questioned, the eldest princess immediately felt a little unhappy on her face, and after refuting it, she remembered something else, "What did you just call me?"

"It's nothing, Grandmother."

Zhu Jiu took advantage of the moment when the eldest princess was relaxed, and leaned against the branch on the side to relieve the backache.

This toss is more tiring than fighting on horseback.

"Princess, you are not strong enough to drink, so let the slave help you into the palace to change your clothes and rest."

Aunt Wen spoke out in a timely manner every time, and this time she also helped Zhu Jiu to break the siege.

"This palace is not tired, you ......"

Unexpectedly, Aunt Wen leaned over and whispered in her ear

Persuade: "Look at you, I care that Your Majesty and Niangniang have forgotten the rules. The queen mother will be tossed by you again, if she is ruthless, where can she wait for Your Majesty tonight? Isn't your good intentions in vain?"

"Yes, you're right."

The eldest princess half-leaned on Aunt Wen, "Don't worry, this palace has a number, at most let her practice half a cup of tea kung fu." With her physique, she can't get in the way of tonight's business."

"Princess!"

Aunt Wen saw that she insisted on doing this, but it was inconvenient to persuade her more.

However, God helps the lucky people, at this time, the eldest princess's face was red, as if after the wind blew, the smell of wine was up.

"Oh, princess, your face is so hot!"

Aunt Wen secretly motioned to Zhu Jiu to come over and wait with her eyes.

"No, how can you do this," Zhu Jiu stepped forward and grabbed the eldest princess's arm, "Hurry up and let someone get the hangover soup!" Aunt Wen, you help your grandmother into the palace to eat a bowl of slow wine, and you will have a headache tomorrow."

Aunt Wen stubbornly helped the eldest princess up, "Listen to the queen, send the princess back to the palace quickly."

Such a group of people came in a majestic manner, and now they left in a majestic manner, leaving Zhu Jiu and Hanmei alone, standing in place and gasping for breath.

"Her Royal Highness the eldest princess is really powerful!" Han Mei gave a thumbs up in the direction where everyone behind her disappeared, and really "admired": "Except for her old man, the slave has never seen anyone who can toss you like this."

"That's it, it's just to please the old man, let her toss, and it can be regarded as my filial piety for Your Majesty."

After Zhu Jiu took a breath, Hanmei tied a cloak for himself to cover the eye-catching vermilion cherry dress.

"At such a time, you still want to go back to the feast?"

"I'm not going back," Zhu Jiu smoothed the broken hair on his forehead and sighed slightly, "Maybe I just drank too much, this will be a little headache, I'll sit in the courtyard, you go and bring me a bowl of sobering soup for me."

Hanmei carefully gathered her cloak for her, "Niangniang, wait a minute, slave and maid go and come back quickly, you be careful, don't get cold."

Seeing that Hanmei was leaving, Zhu Jiu suddenly thought of something, and caught up with him, "Remember to go and send a bowl to Your Majesty first, he drank more today." No, it's two bowls, and His Royal Highness the King of Yongchang."

"Yes, mother, wait for me in peace."

There are many things in a hurry, and there is a worry about the queen mother who is left alone, so Hanmei walks fast, almost running.

On the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the imperial garden in the palace is brightly lit, and the treetop branches are full of colorful lights, and everywhere looks bright.

Xu has not returned to the palace for a long time, Xuanyuan Yi is getting more and more deviated, and gradually deviates from what he thinks far, far away.

He was not in a hurry, he walked slowly, slowly admiring the lanterns in the garden, his face did not move, and he did not know what he was thinking.

"This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year."

Somehow remembered this sentence halfway, so he blurted it out, startling a fluttering figure.

"The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate." Someone not far away answered, "It's not appropriate to be so sentimental and live up to the good day!"

At night, the brightly lit Imperial Garden is like a fairyland, and such sad verses are indeed not very suitable for the occasion.

"Xuanyuan Che, why are you here?"

Hearing that the voice was both strange and familiar, Xuanyuan Yi looked for the figure again, vaguely shrouded in the mottled halo of lanterns, like a fairy in the world.