At this moment, a few sharp-eyed people near saw the purple bamboo clearly.

Although there is a discrepancy with the embroidery on the purse, it is lazy to use the same embroidery pattern.

Someone whispered, "It's bamboo!"

Someone else was annoyed, "Huh? It's bamboo!"

"Such a fat bamboo!"

"Ah, I know, it was embroidered by the future princess of Jin...... If you look closely, it's very different!"

"The princess is really tasteful, and the color matching is very elegant!"

Everyone then looked at the purse on Zhao Chengyuan's waist, and suddenly felt that the prince was no longer so majestic and inviolable, and he was much more down-to-earth.

And the prince of Jin, who has always had a cold smile, has a smile in his eyes at this time, and he looks very amiable.

Zhao Chen's expression was faint, and he led Zhao Chengyuan to the main table to sit down.

At this time, it was already noon, and the table was quickly set up, and the hall was full of wine.

But Zhao Chengyuan was here, everyone was very restrained, and the banquet hall was never lively.

Zhao Chengyuan only drank a glass of wine, then got up and left the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was suddenly staggered, and laughter and scolding exploded.

Ye Chang, who secretly asked someone to suppress a large bet, earned more than fifty taels of silver with tears, and followed out with the silver.

Zhao Chen walked beside Zhao Chengyuan, "If Uncle Huang is looking for purity, there is a warm pavilion in the garden, and he will let people put the table over."

Zhao Chengyuan's expression was faint, "If the prince wants to help people, he also has to think about whether others need you to help."

Zhao Chen is not surprised, Zhao Chengyuan will see his true intentions, he is too smart to hide from him. I'm afraid that in the end, he will be able to hide it, but it is also because he doesn't want to know and is willing to be hidden.

Zhao Chen said, "It's Uncle Huang's business to have a plan. It's just that if someone wants to die innocently, it's not that easy."

Zhao Chengyuan looked at Zhao Chen for a moment, although he looked calm, his body was full of anger and suppressed hatred.

"What can be understood as soon as you die, does it really take such a lot of effort to lose your reputation to the crown prince?"

Zhao Chen was silent.

All the way to the warm pavilion on the rockery, Fang said, "Today's matter, just ask Uncle Huang to watch it, don't interfere."

"This king has no penchant for meddling."

Zhao Chengyuan sat down by the window, looking at the scenery in the garden, the location of the small courtyard in the distance had been cleared out, revealing the charred and mottled land, like a scar.

Zhao Chen noticed his gaze, but he didn't say much, and only asked his subordinates to put the wine and food on the low table.

The wine of the Prince's Mansion was strong and thick, and when you took a sip, it was like scorching magma rushing to the internal organs.

Zhao Chengyuan put down his wine glass, "There is a kind of wine in the northwest, which is made by mixing two kinds of wine, one is thick wine, the soup is thick like rice soup, and the other is fire wine, which is scorching and strong, like fire. The two wines are mixed and fermented again, and it is simply called thick fire wine. This wine has a thicker taste than fire wine, but it has more stamina. According to the amount of alcohol that the three princes drink, I am afraid that there will be no more than two small jars, and they will be unconscious."

Zhao Chen raised his wine glass, shook it, and drank it slowly.

"Uncle Seven Emperors is very knowledgeable. There are two kinds of wine in the banquet hall, one is thick fire wine and the other is Luo Jiangchun. How can Uncle Huang be sure that the third brother will definitely drink this wine?"

Zhao Chengyuan poured another glass for himself, "Thick fire wine is extremely popular in the Northwest Army, and the third prince is a military general, so he has no resistance to this kind of hot wine."

Zhao Chen's eyes were frosty, and he said lightly, "His own choice, he can't complain about others."

Zhao Chengyuan looked at him, "So, today's person in the bureau is the third prince."

"Just look at it from Uncle Seven."

Zhao Chen and Zhao Chengyuan drank each other, although the wine was strong, both of them were clear in their eyes.

When Zhao Chengyuan was about to open the second altar, Ye Chang stepped forward to stop him, "The prince can't drink anymore, the county lord said that you are weak, and told him to watch you closely, and the wine will hurt you."

Zhao Chengyuan put down the wine jar and said with a smile, "It is inevitable that you will not be free if you have a family, so the prince will drink it by himself, and this king will not accompany him."

Zhao Chen's eyes darkened, "Uncle Huang is weak, but he is lonely

First time I heard of it."

"The princess said that the king's body is weak, that is, weak, and the diet should be extra careful. Raw and cold, bitter and cold things, the girl is not allowed to eat."

Most of the dishes on the table were cold, except for a dish of stewed venison that was warm and bubbling hot on the small stove.

Zhao Chengyuan scooped a bowl of venison, with soup and water, as well as a few pieces of potatoes that nourished yin and yang, strengthened the spleen and stomach, and ate it seriously with a spoon.

Zhao Chen had cold eyes and drank alone.

"Oh, yes." Zhao Chengyuan raised his head and said to Ye Chang, "Don't let the princess know about this king's drinking of spirits today. Well...... You can tell her about eating venison and potatoes."

Ye Chang blinked, when did the prince become so naïve? Could it be that you are drunk?

Zhao Chengyuan glanced lightly at the bulging silver bag on his waist, Ye Chang was excited, and hurriedly responded, "Humble and orderly!" If the lowly post goes, the county lord will carefully ask the prince about his diet and daily life, and the lowly post will not tell the truth, so as not to make the county lord feel distressed and angry!"

Zhao Chengyuan bowed his head in satisfaction, and lowered his head to eat the venison again.

Zhao Chen also scooped a bowl of venison and potatoes and ate them silently.

Zhao Chengyuan frowned invisibly, ate a bowl in a few bites, and added another bowl.

In this way, it didn't take much effort, and a jar of venison and potatoes with a lot of weight was eaten by the uncle and nephew.

The palace people who came up to withdraw the table looked at the empty jar where there was no soup left, and the royal banquet noodles had never been so clean when eating.

The uncle and nephew drank a few more teas and waited.

Just when the palace people were about to come to make tea again, Wei Xiao hurried over and said, "Prince, something happened in Changchun Garden."

Changchun Garden is a courtyard of the prince's mansion, quiet and elegant.

Because there are no female dependents in the prince's mansion, and there is no need to avoid it, this courtyard has always been the exclusive resting place of the third prince Zhao Yin. Zhao Yin sometimes drank late in the Prince's Mansion, so he rested here.

At this time, there were already many young men in the courtyard, their faces were full of interest, and they whispered to each other.

Seeing that Zhao Chengyuan and Zhao Chen arrived, everyone automatically gave way out.

Han Sixing's face was cold, and he stood under the corridor sullenly, and standing next to him was a county king.

The king of the county stepped forward and explained, "At noon, the third prince was drunk, so he rested and sobered up here. There was an urgent matter in the barracks, so General Cen sent someone to find the third prince. We'll see you when we come...... The third prince and the second lady of the Dingguo Mansion were lying on the bed in dishevel......

Zhao Chen pushed him away with a dark face, pushed the door and entered the room.

In the hall, Zhao Yin sat with a blue face, still with a drunken expression on his face.

And in the inner room next door, there was a low sobbing sound from a woman, Zhao Chen opened the curtain and went in, and it was Han Qingwan who was sitting on the edge of the bed and crying.

Although she was barely neatly dressed, the collar of the middle coat in the gown was not high, and it could not cover the bright red marks on her neck.

She looked up at Zhao Chen in horror, and said in a trembling voice, "Prince......