At the end of December, heavy snow fell from the sky as predicted, and the city of Handan was covered in snow, and goose feathers and heavy snow flew in the air.

The palace gates are closed, separating the inside and outside into two worlds, and the furnace in the palace is blazing, bringing warmth to everyone.

All the civil and military ministers of Zhao in Handan came, and Zhao Kuo once again brought up the bronze tripod that forced Graman.

The families of the ministers were arranged in the next hall and were entertained by Tian Shu and others.

On the banquet, there is no difference between monarchs and ministers, Zhao Kuo and everyone raise a glass together, sing loudly, and even drink to the heart, and will walk to the middle of the hall and dance.

"Isn't your body cured, why are you still so weak?" Lian Po secretly transferred the internal qi to Lin Xiangru's body to help Lin Xiangru resist the cold.

Although the two have had a lot of dirt before, they have become best friends since the eternal 'guilt of pleading' guilty.

"Thank you." Lin Xiangru bowed his hand slightly, "The disease is cured, but at this age, it is inevitable that the body will weaken, and I am not your general, even if I am seventy or eighty years old, my body is still as strong as an ox."

"Look at Xunzi, he is a few years older than you, and he has a Confucian robe outside, he doesn't feel cold at all, he is not a general." Lian Po pointed at Xunzi and said.

I saw that not far away, Xunzi was drinking with Yu Xin, the two of you have a cup, I have a cup, and when you drink to a hearty time, you can't help but sing.

As a disciple of Confucianism, Yu Xinli, music, archery, royal, calligraphy, and mathematics are all proficient, even if it is a wine glass, it can also strike a pleasant music.

"King, don't let Xunzi drink, Xunzi has to sing if he drinks too much." Lu Zhonglian ran to Zhao Kuo and said urgently.

"Sing as you sing, and a widow is not a stingy monarch." Zhao Kuo said nonchalantly, isn't it normal to sing and dance at the banquet, what's the fuss.

"Oh, king, you don't know, it's okay for others to sing, Xunzi sings to kill people." Lu Zhong beat his chest and said, "Xun Zili, archery, royal, calligraphy, and several are proficient in everything, but he doesn't know anything about music, and he can even say that the five tones are incomplete, and he can't even pronounce a few notes of Gongshang Jiao Zhengyu.

Zhao Kuo was stunned, is there such a thing?

"It's true, the old man has taught it many times." Kong Piercing said silently.

When he was in the Jixia School Palace, he was attacked by Xunzi's sonic waves, and this was the only place where he could win against Xunzi.

However, later he found that even if he defeated Xunzi in music, he would inevitably lose in the end, and he would have to endure one more torture. Since then, he has never compared music with Xunzi.

Next to him, Lu Zhonglian kept nodding, obviously he was also a friend of the Jixia School Palace.

"Isn't it just that singing is ugly?" Zhao Kuo said indifferently, no matter how ugly it is, it will be difficult to hear.

"It's not a problem that singing is ugly, Xunzi studied the piano for three years before he could barely play the simplest tune. Then he began to compose his own music and write his own poems. Because many of the poems written do not conform to the rhythm, everyone says that this is not a poem. Xunzi named it Fu, saying that it was his original style. And he doesn't like to sing other songs, he likes to sing the fu ...... he wrote."

Speaking of which, Lu Zhonglian didn't say anything.

Because Xunzi has already begun......

As he tapped his glass, he sang loudly, "Thinking of the distant place, how congested, benevolent and tyrannical. Loyal ministers are in danger, and slanderers obey ......"

The wine glasses jingled, and with the sound of pulling the bellows like a ghost crying wolf, the entire hall was instantly attracted by Xunzi.

Zhao Kuo had a long mouth, motionless, and he didn't notice that the wine in the wine glass was spilled, and it was the first time he heard such a shocking singing.

Lu Zhonglian and Kong Chuantan sat on the seats, looking like life was worse than death.

There is only one person in the hall cooperating with Xunzi, and he is Yu Xin.

Everyone is a good friend, and the so-called good friend is one who can go crazy with you when you go crazy and lose face with you when you lose face.

Obviously, Yu Xin is Xunzi's good friend

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Even if Xunzi was roaring with a broken gong, Yu Xin was desperately trying to pull him back, but his voice was too small, his face was red, and he couldn't pull Xunzi back, but he was led astray.

At this time, a palace maid came over from the side hall, and just wanted to ask, but suddenly froze in place.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Kuo came back to his senses and asked.

The palace maid hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Wang ...... The queen asked the slave and maid to come and ask why there was a sound of killing pigs......

"Poof!" Hearing this, Wei Wuji next to him sprayed a mouthful of wine on his brother-in-law Zhao Sheng's face.

"You go back first." Zhao Kuo held back a smile and waved his hand.

"No." The palace maid leaned down and retreated.

Zhao Kuo looked at Xunzi with a headache, and didn't know whether to send someone to stop it. Stop it, it's not appropriate, don't stop it, and I'm a little sorry for myself.

Fortunately, Xunzi didn't let Zhao Kuo struggle for too long, and finally stopped after half an hour.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and continued to raise their glasses and drink.

The banquet lasted until the evening, and everyone was very drunk, even Zhao Kuo was drunk, and so was Lian Po and the others, and no one used internal gas to steam off the alcohol.

Over the years, the monarchs and ministers of Zhao State have been under too much pressure, and if they make a mistake, Zhao Guo may not recover, and now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Madame, will you send them back?" The palace maid asked.

"No need, it's still snowing outside, stay in the palace, you go and inform the ladies and let them stay in the palace too." A few more people will come to their house and inform them, and they will say that their lord and wife will not be going back tonight." Tian Shu said, bending down to lift Zhao Kuo up.

But Zhao Kuo is too heavy, how can she be lifted by a weak woman.

Tian Shu wanted to call someone to lift up, but when he looked around, he was all motionless.

"What kind of guard, sleeping like a dead pig, the assassin doesn't know when he comes." Tian Shu kicked Ben and said angrily.

"I'll do it." An Ning said.

"No, you're pregnant." Tian Shu hurriedly stopped and said to the palace maid next to her, "Go outside and call a few guards in."

The next day, Xunzi opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar room, feeling a little dizzy.

"Shangqing is awake." A maid walked in, "Slaves and maidservants have come to serve you."

Xunzi soon realized that he was in the palace and said, "Just give me a cloth."

Unlike most nobles, Xunzi did not have the habit of being served, and spent a lot of time in the first half of his life in exile, developing the habit of independence.

After washing, Xunzi walked towards the main hall outside.

"Plains Junzao."

"Xinling-kun is early."

Seeing Zhao Sheng and Wei Wuji, Xunzi greeted him warmly.

Thinking of yesterday's scene, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, and they said expressionlessly, "Morning."

Xunzi was a little puzzled, why did Wei Wuji and Zhao Sheng, who were usually very enthusiastic about themselves, suddenly become indifferent.

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