There is still a curfew in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the sun has not yet completely set, and the twilight drums in Chang'an City have begun to urge pedestrians to return home.

The candlelight of Xingqing Palace is lit up little by little, waiting for the annual festival and the only king of eternity.

Waiting for the front of the procession of the holy driver, Li Heng lowered his hands and walked to the front of the kings to stand still. At a side glance, Li Linfu stood at the head of the officials with his hands in his hands, with a strong spirit and a terrifying momentum.

Suddenly, a fat figure passed between them and ascended the steps first. It was An Lushan, because the saint was too strong to go to Yingzhou Gate to pick up the driver, and the saint had to talk to him on the road.

As An Lushan snorted and climbed the stone steps, the fat on the back of his belly kept shaking, which made people envious and disdainful.

Li Linfu was also amused, and turned his head to glance at Li Heng with contempt.

The beautiful scenery of a good day was ruined by the evil spirit of the rope cockfight.

And where they couldn't see, Zhang Ting and Xue Bai ended their conversation and left the carriage secretly. After that, an attendant tiptoed through the crowd, found Li Heng, and whispered a word of retribution.

"Your Royal Highness, Zhang Liangdi also prepared a Mid-Autumn Festival gift for His Royal Highness, which is the Cocos Rehmannia Pill of Codonopsis."

Li Heng nodded when he heard this, as if he had taken a reassuring pill.

~~

In the Xingqing Palace, the royal car has set off.

An Lushan didn't dare to sit on Li Longjici's shoulder, and tried his best to chase after the royal car, like a round ball, which was very funny.

"Hu'er is too heavy, don't tire out the saint's husband."

"You have a good heart."

An Lushan smirked, continued to tease Li Longji to be happy, and when the time was almost up, he suddenly said: "Your Majesty, just now Hu'er saw Pei Kuan and remembered something." ”

Suddenly calling "Your Majesty" is to say the right thing.

Li Longji then ordered the ceremonial driver to stop for a while.

An Lushan's witty fat face also looked more solemn, and he said: "Your Majesty, the minister's suppression of the Hebei clan has been very fruitful. The gold, silver, and jewelry to honor His Majesty were obtained from the Hebei clan......"

A faint smile appeared in Li Longji's eyes.

He is a wise man through the ages, and he knows very well what problems he has.

Long before the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, there was a confrontation between Hebei and Guanlong.

With the continuous increase of the people's and material resources in the Central Plains east of the Kushan Mountains, it was possible to shake the rule of Guanlong during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Yang Jian's destruction of Yecheng and Yang Guang's three expeditions to Goguryeo seem to have hidden evil intentions to weaken the people of Hebei.

To the founding of the Tang Dynasty, Gaozu pacified the Dou Jiande Rebellion in Hebei, still based on Guanlong, Taizong and Empress Wu, and restricted the Hebei clan step by step, but they failed to solve this confrontation.

Only he, Li Longji, did it!

He restricted the Hebei scholars from entering the imperial examination, exploited the voice of the Hebei clan in the court, even if it was five surnames and seven wangs, if they refused to settle in Chang'an, they would not think about it;

He imposed heavy taxes on the people east of the Kunshan Mountains, so that they supplied two-thirds of the silk silk and nearly half of the grain of the Tang Dynasty.

He forbade Hebei to establish local defenses to deal with the frequent invasions of foreign captives such as the Khitan and Xi people, and set up border towns by the imperial court, and ordered the border marshal to frequently take the initiative to attack and weaken the people of Hebei;

He reused the Hu generals who had no roots, reduced the influence of the Hebei clan on the army, and made the Hebei border increasingly Hu, weakening its influence on the foundation of Guanlong's rule.

All in all, with one hand to ask for and the other hand to strictly guard, An Lushan is his hand, firmly choking the throat of the Hebei clan for him.

Therefore, most people in the world have never heard of An Lushan's great victories, but Li Longji always praises An Lushan's great achievements.

Some people don't understand the foresight of the Holy Son of Heaven, and write a poem "Every year the bones are buried in the wilderness", accusing him of being overjoyed, wrong. He is the Emperor of the World, and in the shortest possible time and in the most relaxed way, he has achieved the centralization of the Son of Heaven.

"My most loyal courtier, I have solved a major matter for me."

Li Longji sighed with emotion, stretched out his hand, and stroked An Lushan's round belly.

An Lushan was like a dog whose head had been touched, and said with a smile: "Hu'er's big belly is full of fierce loyalty to the saint. ”

"Hahahaha." Li Longji was happy.

With such a loyal Hu'er sitting in Hebei, Pei Kuan can indeed get rid of it.

Others always think that Li Linfu and An Lushan want to deal with Pei Kuan, but they are wrong, from the beginning, it is the saint who really looks at Pei Kuan unpleasantly.

To get rid of Pei Kuan is to give the Hebei clan another slap in the face, show the majesty of the Son of Heaven in Guanzhong, and make the Son of Heaven gather the power of Hebei. All this time, I just waited for the right time.

When the time is ripe, get rid of Pei Kuan, which is a matter of one sentence.

~~

"Saint to!"

"The ministers welcome the holy car, and the saints are in good health during the Mid-Autumn Festival......"

As night fell, a full moon rose, and the royal driver arrived at the main building.

An Lushan didn't dare to enter with the saint, so he walked around and sat down behind Pei Kuan.

At the front of the officials, Li Linfu turned his head to look at him, he smiled and smiled, indicating that the business to be done today had been completed.

There are two other things, one is to hand over a few words when the right minister attacked the East Palace, but the more important thing for him is to recognize Yang Guifei as his mother.

Imperial banquet, while making the saint happy, quietly seeking benefits for himself, Hu Er is the best at it......

Li Longji sat down, but his interest was not as high as during the Shangyuan Festival, so he immediately beckoned and asked Gao Lishi to call Li Heng in front of him.

"The son asks his father to be safe, and his father is healthy, long live the autumn."

"Do you have anything to say besides greetings?"

Li Longji's eyes were flat, and he may have learned some inside information in advance, so he gave this son a chance to admit his mistakes in public before the banquet, so as not to listen to his when the banquet is in the mood.

"Erchen ......"

The moment Li Heng spoke, his mind weighed again.

If you are guilty, you will admit that Pei Mian is the eyeliner that Donggong planted next to the right minister, and what is more serious is that Donggong also secretly raised a group of Hui people and wanted to kill them.

He worked hard for many years before he became a virtuous prince in the eyes of the world, and once he recognized such crimes, the people's hearts were lost, and he gave the sage the excuse of the abolished prince.

And as long as he doesn't admit it, the fact may be that although Pei Mian is a traitor, his heart is towards the East Palace, and the matter of returning to the people to kill him is framed by others.

Perhaps, Suo Douji will find an excuse to implicate the courtiers close to the East Palace in the name of investigating the case. But in the eyes of the world, it is still the saint who is prejudiced and connives, conniving at the persecution of the poor prince.

This is the fundamental reason why he is unwilling to act according to Li Mi's plan.

"Erchen, there is nothing to say."

"Okay."

Li Longji knew that this son was relying on the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, and he would not attack in public, which was simply to coerce the public to persecute the king.

But he remained silent, smiled faintly, stroked his palms to the ministers, and said loudly: "Good day, I spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with Zhuqing, and have a banquet!" ”

"Sage system, spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together, have a feast!"

At the banquet, the ministers hurriedly saluted and toasted.

Only Li Heng didn't get the order, and he didn't dare to retreat, so he had to stand there with his hands down, burying his head low, very embarrassed......

~~

In the hall, in a slightly more remote position, Xue Bai was sitting near Jia Chang and Wang Zhun.

He doesn't have an official position yet, and he only deserves to be with these courtiers.

"Xue Bangshou is optimistic, and we will soon perform cockfighting." Jia Chang took advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention and talked to Xue Bai in a low voice.

"The first show tonight was cockfighting?"

"Of course." Wang Zhun smiled proudly, despising Xue Bai.

He is the son of Wang Jie, known as the first evil boy in Chang'an, in addition to his father's power, the more important reason is that he served as the guard captain Shaoqing, often in and out of the palace to accompany the saint to fight cocks, is the second chicken boy.

Wang Zhun is more arrogant than the son of the right minister, and he can't understand Xue Bai's behavior of having the opportunity to be a minister but still wanting to enter the imperial examination. thinks that Xue playing cards has become the top of the Xue list, which is hopelessly stupid.

Jia Chang and Wang Zhun rose in battle spirit and looked in the direction where An Lushan was.

"Look at us winning that hawt."

"Oh?" Xue Bai followed their gaze, followed their salutation without hesitation, and said a nonsense, "Zahu can also fight cocks?" ”

"He's a fart."

Wang Zhun snorted, and only then did he feel that Xue Bai was a kind of person, and he was barely qualified to talk to him.

"Jiri, Zahu is a saint to coax, and he plays everything."

"Let's have a feast!"

With this sentence, the two immediately went to arrange to entertain the saint.

Xue Bai looked at it, Jia Chang and Wang Zhun picked a total of three thin and vigorous fighting cocks; An Lushan also got off the stage with a big belly, and beckoned the three rhinoplasty and blue-eyed Hu'er to bring the extraordinary rooster of the Western Regions.

Li Longji laughed, and in front of the ministers, he wanted to bet on the concubines.

"I bet on a jade bowl and bet on the rooster of the Western Regions to win."

The Son of Heaven took the lead in gambling, and only Yang Yuhuan dared to take the lead in gambling with the Son of Heaven, and bet on a Yangzhou Water Heart Mirror with a smile.

The kings and important ministers have bet on the treasure, and most of them follow the saints to bet. Xue Bai was bold, even though he was only a white body, he dared to make fun, and added a thousand bets on Jia Chang and Wang Zhun to win.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is not like the Shangyuan banquet, the scale is smaller, there are fewer officials, and it is more open.

Suddenly, the cockfights in the hall are fighting, and everyone is drinking and watching. The first two games were one win and one loss, and when the cockfight reached the third game, both sides were provoked to win and cheered...... If it is not systematic, the saint loves this kind of excitement the most.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, I saw the rooster in the Western Regions waving its wings, constantly flying, and the strong wind gusted; Chang'an cockfighting dodged left and right and moved quickly. Finally, the fatigue of the rooster in the Western Regions gradually revealed, and the Chang'an fighting suddenly pounced with its wings and pecked hard, and the victory or defeat was decided between the splashes of chicken blood.

"Good!"

The children of the chicken workshop were thunderous.

An Lushan had a bitter face, kept patting his thighs, and said with annoyance: "Hu Er is useless, he caused the saint to lose a jade essence bowl, and Hu Er danced a Hu Xuan dance for the saint." ”

This cockfight was wonderful, Li Longji didn't think about winning or losing, but felt that as soon as An Lushan came, the atmosphere at the banquet was happier than usual.

"Hahaha, Hu'er will dance, and I will personally play the drums for you!"

……

Li Longji has been good at playing drums since he was a child.

During the years when he was imprisoned with his father, he and his siblings relied on musical instruments to spend their lives. In order to learn the drums, the interrupted drumsticks filled the four vertical cabinets, which were even more diligent than the Le Sheng Li Guinian.

His drumming skills are so superb that he can compose music with the sound of drums in dreams; You can also put flowers on your head, and the flowers will not fall after playing a song.

"Boom!"

The drums beat.

An Lushan began to dance.

He is afraid that he has more than 300 pounds, to exaggerate that it is "his belly hangs over his knees", and he usually has a small servant against his stomach when he changes clothes, but when the drumbeat of the saint sounds, he really turns up......

"Jiri."

Wang Zhuncai walked back to Xue Bai's side, turned his head to look at An Lushan's dancing skills, couldn't help but straighten his eyes, and scolded in a low voice.

For a while, there were many people in the hall who exclaimed.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that the fat meat would be able to fly.

Spinning the belly exactly like a spinning top.

At this moment, Li Longji's drum beat seemed to have become a whip of the gods, twitching the spinning top.

It is a miracle that the drum promotes flowers, and tonight's drum beat and this dance are still on top of the miracle, giving people a sense of turning stones into gold.

An Lushan can be said to be Li Longji's confidant in music.

"Knock knock ......"

The drumbeat became more and more urgent, An Lushan danced faster and faster, the applause became louder and louder, and the atmosphere became higher and higher.

Li Longji's forehead was sweating, but his eyes were getting more and more excited.

He was the perfect king, and he was so versatile that everyone in the world should worship him to the beat of the drum.

"Knock knock ......"

Finally, An Lushan fell to the ground like a ball of fat.

"I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy."

"Hahahaha."

When the drums stopped, Li Longji was very happy, looking up to the sky and laughing, listening to the praise of everyone in the hall.

He spread out his arms, and the attendants took off the drums, wiped his sweat for him, and then sat back on the imperial case and said, "Hu'er, are you still dizzy?" ”

An Lushan was helped up and stumbled to the imperial case, but he accidentally fell to the ground again, which was very funny and made everyone laugh.

Only Xue Bai saw this scene and calmly took a sip of osmanthus dew, feeling that the taste was a little sour.

Drop the stool, it's not a clever comedy skill.

"Haha, this beard." Li Longji accidentally squirted out the wine in his mouth, pointed at An Lushan and said with a smile: "You Hu'er, worship and worship, how many times a day do you want to worship?" ”

An Lushan rolled all over the ground, made a baby posture, and said: "It's not too much to worship a few times, Hu'er to meet the saint." ”

While speaking, he turned his head to look, and saw Yang Guifei sitting next to the saint and covering her mouth and laughing, he kowtowed again, and said, "Hu'er to meet Guifei." ”

"How can you not worship the prince?"

I don't know who said a word among the waiters, and the cheerful atmosphere at the banquet was stagnant.

Since the banquet, Li Heng has been standing by the imperial case with his hands down, as if he was serving wine, and he was standing in front of An Lushan at this time.

Many people thought to themselves, there are chamberlains around the saint who dare to openly stand up for the prince?

Li Linfu retracted his gaze and lowered his head to drink.

An Lushan did not hesitate, and responded loudly: "Hu Er doesn't know who the prince is, Hu Er only has saints and concubines in his heart!" ”

He didn't mention Wang Zhonghei at all, but he showed the difference between him and Wang Zhonghei with his actions.

One is the righteous son of the saint, who was raised by the saint and won great trust, wearing the seal of the four towns, but he repeatedly disobeyed the saint, and always looked at the prince. even, helped the prince buy back the Hui people as dead soldiers.

The other is just a lowly beard, who has received the favor of the saint and desperately wants to repay it. I don't care about my future after the crown prince succeeds to the throne, and I will ascend to heaven with the saint.

Sometimes, it is not necessary to say much about framing others, especially when the evidence is conclusive, and a comparison is enough to affect the mind of the saint.

For a moment, Li Heng's face was embarrassed.

As the prince of a country, being humiliated like this, if An Lushan is not severely punished, it will damage the national prestige of the Tang Dynasty......

However, Li Longji has already smiled heartily.

"You rude beard! Get up, still dizzy? Hu Xuan Dance is a good dance, how should I reward you? ”

"Sage, Hu'er is really dizzy."

An Lushan refused to get up, still coquettish on the ground, and when he looked up and saw Yang Guifei, he suddenly said: "Guifei is a god, Hu'er has been an orphan since she was a child, and she wants to recognize Guifei as her mother." ”

“……”

The hall was silent.

Everyone looked in the direction of the imperial case, and they were speechless in surprise, because An Lushan was forty-four years old, and he was born fat and ugly; Yang Guifei is only in her twenties and looks younger than his daughters.

Li Heng hadn't recovered from the surprise of the previous moment, and when he looked down at An Lushan, he was taken aback again.

He was really fed up with the fat pig and the faint king who indulged it.

The foundation of the society left by the ancestors has been turned into a miasma!

He turned his head to look at Zhang Ting.

saw Zhang Ting shaking his head slightly at him and signaling him to wait patiently.

"Jiri."

The wine glass in Wang Zhun's hand almost fell, and he scolded in a low voice: "Miscellaneous beard is shameless." ”

Xue Bai had already stood up.

He wasn't surprised. In the entire diligent government building, only he was the least surprised by this matter.

From a distance, he glanced at Yang Yuyao and shook his head......

At the same time, Li Longji had already pointed at An Lushan and scolded with a smile.

"I don't know the etiquette, and I lose the minister's system."

An Lushan was frightened, and hurriedly leaned down and twisted his fat back cheeks.

Li Longji seemed to be scolding, but he was not angry.

Zhang Jiuling is very ministerial, and he has not been exiled. Li Linfu, as the ruler of a country, can't read all the words, has no bearing, what kind of minister system?

Mingjun doesn't need a decent minister, he just needs a slave who is obedient and does everything possible to make him happy.

So, after scolding An Lushan, Li Longji turned his head happily.

"What does the concubine think?"

Yang Yuhuan was still in a daze, but he was amused by the reaction of the two monarchs and ministers, and was about to nod his head in agreement.

Suddenly.

"How can it be so easy?"

The woman's voice was beautiful, with a smile, but it was Yang Yuyao.

"An Yuanjun wants to be the righteous son of the concubine, that is, he wants to be the nephew of several of our brothers and sisters, how can he not ask us?"

An Lushan saw that good things were about to come to fruition, but he didn't expect the branches, but when he turned around, he showed a flattering smile and called: "It's good for the third aunt to recognize Hu Er's nephew." ”

"Don't, I'm still looking forward to being young and young." Yang Yuyao said: "If there is a nephew like you, won't it seem that I am old?" ”

Everyone couldn't help laughing, it turned out that Aunt Yang came forward because she was afraid of looking old.

An Lushan's eyes rolled, and he smiled: "It doesn't matter, Hu Er recognizes the concubine as her mother, and she can also marry the third aunt as a sister and brother. ”

"Brother and sister?"

Yang Yuyao had an idea and said, "Coincidentally, I was planning to recognize a younger brother, and he is a young and handsome person. ”

An Lushan looked at Li Longji with innocent eyes and said, "The third aunt recognizes her brother, and the concubine recognizes her son, and they don't delay, they are the two good stories of the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

"What's the story? The concubine recognizes her son, and she is the third aunt who is old. "Yang Yuyao wants to stop it.

As she spoke, she looked at Xue Bai.

Yang Yuhuan looked at her gaze, couldn't help but smile, and then had an idea, and said: "It seems that it is a lottery to recognize my relatives, in this case, how about you try it?" ”

An Lushan was stunned for a moment, and asked stupidly: "Who are you competing with?" ”

Yang Yuhuan said: "What did the sage say? It's interesting to have a competition, how can the righteous son and righteous brother of a concubine be easy to be? ”

She has that kind of naughtiness like a little girl in her eyes again, which is unbelievably beautiful.

Li Longji immediately nodded with a smile and said aloud.

"Since Taizhen and the third aunt have said this, Xue Bai, you still don't come forward?"

The process of writing this imperial banquet is not easy to arrange, I wrote it slowly today, and the second chapter is not so fast, so you don't have to wait~~

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