Jinling as the ancient capital of several dynasties, Qionglou Palace is countless, Yongming Palace is the largest and most magnificent one.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon shines brightly, and the Chinese lanterns are shining, reflecting the palace as bright as day. In the square in front of the main hall of Xuande, a hundred tables of feasts are placed to celebrate the festival and the joy of marriage.

In fact, for the emperor, this banquet was quite simple. Now the new dynasty has just been established, the autumn harvest has just passed, and the war has just stopped.

In the case of an empty treasury, if you insist on doing a great job, you can only collect the people's fat and ointment. Liao Heng is a good emperor.

"Brother Song, Lord He, come here, I'll take a place for you!" Jiang Yuntian raised his arms from afar to greet him.

Ha? Is it still allowed to occupy a seat at the palace banquet? The more formal the occasion, the more important it is to sit in order, the emperor's relatives sit in the front row, and the ministers of civil and military affairs are arranged in the back according to the official quality.

Looking at the entire new dynasty, only Jiang Yuntian and Princess Zhao Qin can sit in the front row, the privy envoy Gao Chen, the prime minister He Qiu, and the national abbot Han Dong.

Jiang Yuntian and Zhao Qin already occupied one seat, Gao Chen and He Qiu each occupied one seat, and the remaining seat should have belonged to Han Dong, but Jiang Yuntian occupied it to Song Che.

"Brother Jiang, this is not good after all, I have no official position or position, just find a place to sit." Song Che said.

Jiang Yuntian stretched his shoulders, pressed him to the seat, and said: "I think this position is still low, Brother Song is a peerless countryman, if there is no world without you, you should be on an equal footing with Brother Liao——"

"Jiang Yuntian!" Zhao Qin hurriedly interrupted Jiang Yuntian's words, pulled him back to his seat, and said in a reproachful tone: "I've told you, there are many people in the court, don't talk nonsense, when can you change your outspoken problem?" Jiang Yuntian scratched his head, laughed, and said to Song Che: "In short, you can sit down with peace of mind, with me, no one can drive you away." Song Che was so enthusiastic that he could only sit down.

But coincidentally, before the buttocks were hot, the Korean husband walked into the venue under the hug of the ministers, he naturally walked to the front row, but found that the seats were full, and when he frowned, his eyes fell on Song Che.

Song Che sighed secretly, and just wanted to get up and give up his seat, but Jiang Yuntian pressed him back and blinked his eyes: "Brother Song, I told you to live in moderation in your usual life, and you can't help but go to the thatched house before you start drinking?" Han Dong's face was gloomy, and at this time, Han Yu behind him leaned into his ear and whispered two words, and he immediately said mercilessly: "What? If you have a good relationship with the emperor, can you mess up the generations? Today is the day of great joy between the old man and the little girl and the emperor, do you want me, the abbot, to sit down at the table? These words were obviously said to Song Che.

Song Che was about to get up, Jiang Yuntian pressed him again, and pointed to the dragon chair in front of the hall, and said to Han Dong: "Old Guozhang, throughout the ages, children have become married, and parents have sat in the high hall. ”

"You!" Han Dong is followed by a group of eagle dog henchmen, if he gives in at this moment, where will he put his old face?

"Today's seat, the old man is seated!" Han Dong simply didn't leave, and his henchmen didn't sit down, and thirty-four people stood next to the seats, intending to force Song Che away.

Song Che sighed in his heart, maybe the deceit in the court was caused by such trivial things. After tonight, Jiang Yuntian can be regarded as a bond with Han Zhang.

At this time, the heroes and heroines of tonight, the emperor and the empress, appeared in full costume. The ministers on the seats stood up together to welcome.

"During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I and the queen are very happy, you Aiqing don't have to be polite, take a seat quickly." Liao Heng beckoned the ministers to sit down.

Song Che still let him sit down, and took the initiative to apologize: "The Korean husband is old, and it is not good for the waist to stand all the time, so you should sit in this position." Han Dong snorted coldly, indifferent,

"Now you know to give way? It's late! The officials who had already sat down focused their eyes on Han Dong and his henchmen, and thirty or forty people stood without sitting, which was too conspicuous.

Liao Heng and Empress Han Ling also noticed something unusual.

"Father, why don't you sit?" Empress Han asked. Han Dong deliberately raised his voice,

"The place is occupied by someone, how can you sit down as a father?" Queen Han frowned, and walked down the square with her phoenix skirt.

Compared with her sister Princess Han, this Queen Han had a faint pungent energy between her eyebrows, and when she saw that her father's seat was occupied, she didn't ask who it was, and immediately reprimanded: "Who is so bold and dares to occupy the seat of the ruler of the dynasty?" Being stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes, Song Che was so embarrassed that he really wanted to find a hole to get into.

"Hey, Queen Mother, what you said is not right, and there is no name on the seat, why did it become my brother to occupy the seat?" Jiang Yuntian said to Queen Han: "Sister-in-law doesn't know, this marriage between you and Your Majesty is still a matchmaker made by Brother Song." Since ancient times, matchmakers have been guests, isn't it reasonable for my brother Song to sit in this seat? Zhao Qin got up and helped: "It's just the order of seating, one less seat and one more seat, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, don't spoil the celebration for this little thing." Queen Han glanced at Jiang Yuntian, Song Che, and Zhao Qin, snorted coldly, turned her head to look for Liao Heng, and turned into pity again: "Your Majesty, my father raised his concubine with hard work, and today the concubine got married, but he couldn't even sit on a seat, if this is spread, it will only be criticized for the unfilial piety of the concubine......"

Tsk, this woman is terrible. Liao Heng sighed lightly:

"Brother Song, you better give up your seat to the abbot." Song Che shrugged his shoulders and moved away. Han Dong's face was full of pride, and he happily sat down, and the rest of the party members took their seats.

"Come on, add a seat next to me." Liao Heng ordered. Soon the attendant moved to the seat and placed it next to the dragon chair, Liao Heng beckoned to Song Che,

"Brother Song, come on, take a seat with me." Song Che glanced at Han Dong, who had an ugly face, and laughed:

"I'm sorry, Han Zhang, I'll sit in the hall tonight." After that, he waved his sleeves and walked up to the front of the hall and sat down.

The ministers were stunned, and they didn't know who the people who accompanied the king, who were they?

"Brother Song, is a great Liang countryman, wise and brave, and I am like a brother, no matter what occasion in the future, you will have to pay the courtesy of a subordinate when you see him!" Liao Heng and the ministers announced, raised their glasses to invite, and said loudly: "Today's five glasses of wine, one cup for the bright moon, one for the mountains and rivers, one for the queen, one for Brother Song, and one for the people!" He drank five cups in a row, waved his big hand, and shouted: "Singing and dancing, enjoy the Mid-Autumn Festival together!" Then, the vocal music suddenly sounded, and the singing and dancing queen appeared on the stage, and the palace Mid-Autumn Festival banquet began.