Rebirth is back for you

The palace tiles are glazed at night, and the cups and cups are made of white porcelain.

Compared with the banquet of guests a few days ago, Qin'an Hall is even more prosperous.

The old emperor and the empress still sat at the top of the head hand in hand, but this time he was wearing a more solemn black satin brocade dragon robe and a twelve-pronged crown.The table next to the dragon case is still on display, one left and one right, but this time the seat for Concubine Li is empty, and the eldest grandson Qimu is sitting on the upper left.

Jing Ran asked the palace people for a small stove for warming wine, and sat on a pot of Jiutanchun, which was specially tributed by the palace, and looked at the person sitting on the upper left through the light white mist from time to time, his mind was in a trance It reflected the little figure who saved her many years ago but refused to show up, only willing to hold her sleeve through a screen.

Jiang Baixi looked at the table in Deqin Prince's Mansion two or three times, but couldn't see clearly what was going on, so he curled his lips in confusion.

The sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing in the hall was lingering, but the old prince Deqin suddenly slapped Jing Ran's arm, and said softly: "What's wrong with the stinky girl, the wine is overflowing!"

Jing Ran came back to his senses, took down the jug, and didn't pour the wine, but just set his eyes on an unusually magnificent and exquisite one-legged crane on the top of the jug, scanning back and forth.

This seemingly bustling palace banquet was actually extremely long and boring. The people present were probably used to this kind of rhythm, but Jing Ran was so sleepy that he almost couldn't hold his eyelids.

When she saw the appearance of the eldest grandson Qimu in Baoxiang Palace that day, she blurted out to coax her, saying that it didn't take much blood to administer acupuncture to Concubine Li, but it is a big taboo in ancient books to save people with essence and blood.These days, not only is her skill almost exhausted, but she is also extremely tired all the time.

After the eldest grandson Qimu's clear eyes swept across Jingran several times, Zhuo Ran's brows and eyes slightly frowned.

After three rounds of food, five flavors of wine, and performances by the princes and ladies of all the prefectures, the old emperor signaled Wen Xiuping to quit singing and dancing.

Jing Ran raised his eyes and glanced at him, remembering what the eldest grandson Qimu said in the morning, he raised his hand lightly and warmed up the pot of wine that had been left cold as before.

Sure enough, the old emperor's words stirred up a thousand waves. In the past, the imperial decree bestowed marriages on the Spring Festival Palace Banquet. This is a blessing that has not changed for many years.Everyone secretly startled at this turn of events, but Jiang Boxi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, as if he wanted to see a good show.

The old emperor didn't allow everyone to think too much, and directly gave Ming Qingyan, the daughter-in-law of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, who was so brilliant when she performed, to the eldest son of the crown prince, Sun Qihao. Not bad.

Immediately afterwards, the sixth and seventh princesses of the royal family were given to Bai Zhuo and Rongzhi respectively, and the four had no objection, and stood up to thank the decree.

The old emperor nodded in satisfaction, motioned them to sit down, then pondered for a long time, then turned his eyes to General Zuo's mansion and said: "The Pei family has been loyal and brave for seven generations, and now this kid Pei Jinsong is quite up-to-date. I love him so much, I want to recruit him as a son-in-law—”

Everyone raised their heads in amazement. Now there are only two princesses left in the royal family. One is the eighth princess and the eldest grandson Qimu. The eighth princess is still wearing a sinful body. This...

Jing Ran gave the old emperor a cold look and turned to grandson Qimu. She originally thought that the old emperor would take advantage of her, but it was this person who she wanted to use, so——

She looked sideways at Pei Jinsong, and frowned unexpectedly seeing the complex and difficult emotions on his face.

Sure enough, the old emperor murmured slowly: "Little Six and Little Seven have just been accused by Bai Zhuo and Rong Zhi. The Eighth Princess has been involved in the case of Concubine Li's miscarriage a few days ago, and she is still guilty of the crime. Put it down for now. In this way, only my princess is left..."

The old emperor spoke slowly, but at the end it whetted everyone's appetites. Jiang Boxi also became interested and began to listen attentively with the corners of his mouth drawn up in interest.

Jing Ran stroked the rim of the cup in her hand with her fingertips, and suddenly raised her eyes to glance at a table on the opposite side.

Changsun Qimu's eyes that had been staring at Jing Ran suddenly tightened, and what he was about to say was suddenly interrupted by another voice that came in.

"My minister has a book to play!" Cheng Yan, the official censor, stood upright in the middle of the hall, raised his hands and raised his voice.

Everyone was startled by this loud sound, and they were amazed that anyone dared to interrupt the old emperor at this time.

When they turned their heads and saw that it was Cheng Yan, they all changed into a clear look.

Cheng Yan is a loyal person, but he is more than upright and not tactful. The tree is full of enemies in the court, and no one has made friends. He is a great talent, but he has never been in the official position since he was the doctor of the imperial history.

Cheng Yan, who took the job of supervising the impeachment of officials, has killed countless people under his mouth, especially in today's very inopportune occasion when he suddenly launched an attack, everyone was sweating, fearing that Cheng Yan's mouth The next name that came out was myself.

The old emperor paused, his eyes fell on Cheng Yan for a moment, and he remained silent. Changsun Qihao looked at the meaning of the old emperor, stood up and shouted: "What are you doing, Mr. Cheng? On the father's birthday banquet , the envoys of various countries are on the list, I hope Mr. Cheng will distinguish the occasion and don't talk about state affairs!"

"The people's livelihood of the country is urgent!" Cheng Yan replied tit for tat without any fear.

"Presumptuous!" Changsun Qihao yelled sharply: "Then why don't you play sooner or later, why do you choose such a time, the prince sees your heart as a murder..."

The old emperor suddenly raised his hand to stop the prince, still looked at Cheng Yan with dim eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Speak!"

"Yes!" Cheng Yan saluted solemnly, then straightened his body and shot at Changsun Qihao with blazing eyes: "The person I want to impeach today is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

For a while, everyone who had just lost their hearts became even more shocked when they realized who he was impeaching.

Cheng Yan didn't wait for everyone to react, and continued to shout loudly: "I just received a cup of tea from Mobei, and the snowstorm is rampant this winter, and the money and food allocated by the imperial court to Mobei for disaster relief have been deducted layer by layer. No more than one out of ten. Seeing that the heavy snow is still falling endlessly, more than a hundred cities in the nineteen counties of Mobei have been starving and dying, filling the city with frozen bones. Withhold it, I would like to ask His Royal Highness, what is your intention!"

With a sound of "coaxing", the roof of the main hall was about to be lifted, and the faces of the people kept changing, as they were shocked by the information contained in this passage.

Jiang Boxi also withdrew her original leisurely expression in surprise, and took into account the reactions of the people and Emperor Yue with a half-smile, unexpectedly, Qingyue was much more interesting than she expected.

Jin Yang always looked calm and elegant, but the expression in his eyes flickered.

The old emperor's face was livid, his face tensed up and he looked at Changsun Qihao, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Prince!"

The eldest Sun Qihao softened his hands and feet since Cheng Yan's words, but the position of prince for many years has not been in vain after all, and immediately maintained the expression on his face, but his eyes kept flickering.

Hearing the old emperor's stern shout, he quickly got up from his seat, knelt down under the imperial case and said in pain: "Father is clearly investigating, and my son has no heart to protect you! Just thinking about Father's birthday, I suppressed it first." After thinking about it, after thinking about it..."

"You bastard!" Before Sun Qihao could finish his sentence, the old emperor slammed down the teacup and shouted angrily, "It's been a while since you're not worried about how to help the people, but you're anxious Get rid of yourself, how can I have such a rebellious son like you! Rebellious son!!"

Everyone in the hall held their breath immediately, not daring to let out the slightest bit of air. Chang Sun Qihao watched the teacup being thrown over but did not dare to dodge at all. At this moment, the upper left corner of the forehead was bleeding profusely, flowing down half of the cheek, falling drop by drop to the ground on the gold carpet.

Jing Ran lowered her eyes, and sneered in her heart, a song and dance built on white bones will eventually pay off a hundred times when the song ends.

The air in the hall seemed to be still. Seeing that the envoys from various countries were still in line, such a scandal occurred. The prince of the current dynasty was involved in it and blood was splashed on the spot. At this time, Hou also raised his heart to his throat, and lowered his head, not daring to speak easily.

In the death-like silence, the eldest grandson Qimu's clear voice sounded faintly like mist: "The most urgent thing at the moment should be to focus on the disaster victims in Mobei, and other things can be discussed later. It's almost the end, why don't you all disperse first."

A sentence was given to the old emperor and reminded all His Highness under the steps. Marquis Wen Yuan quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, look, Your Majesty..."

The old emperor calmed down, stood up and breathed out a foul breath: "Today let all the envoys read the joke, and I will hold a banquet to make amends in the future, so I will come here today, come here, and send all the envoys out of the palace properly!"

Jiang Baixi pursed his mouth unsatisfactorily, is this gone?

Seeing her like this, Jing Ran rolled her eyes angrily, but was received by Jiang Boxi, and sent back with raised eyebrows.

Those who are able to go to other countries are all human beings. Several people got up and saluted and left the hall. The remaining courtiers of Qingyue still sat in their original positions and did not dare to move. The left minister looked left and right, stood up hesitantly and said: " Your Majesty, we..."

The old emperor's eyes darkened again, and he took a hard look at the prince who was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to move, and strode straight out of the hall through the side door at the head of the hall, waving his hands: "It's all gone, we'll discuss it tomorrow morning! "

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all reluctantly started to walk out of the hall together.

Both Jing Ran and the old prince Deqin sat still. Jing Ran took down the wine pot and poured out the first glass of wine tonight. The clear liquid fell into the glass, and tiny water droplets bounced and fall.

The old prince Deqin stretched his arms, picked up Jingran's poured wine, and drank it down in one gulp.

Jing Ran: "..."

"Wine is good wine, brat, it's time to go!" Old Prince Deqin tossed the white jade cup casually, and said in a low voice.

The eldest grandson Qimu, who had been sitting upright and never got up, moved away from looking up at the top of the beam, and stood up neatly. For the first time, he never looked at Jingran, and went straight out of the hall from the side door at the head of the hall.

Jing Ran looked at her Tsinghua Wushuang's back, his eyes flickered for a moment, he stood up and followed the old prince Deqin out.

The author has something to say: emmmm this chapter itself is very long, I tore it down, see you tomorrow