i have a sword fairy

Halfway through the speech, the little emperor realized that there were some words that were not suitable for the emperor's status, so he quickly changed his words.

When the words fell, he also glanced sideways at the emperor uncle.

The latter was lowering his eyes again, drinking wine and picking up food, but there was no follow-up reaction, and the boy quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Facing the little emperor's lead in chasing stars at this time, Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Afterwards, the former enthusiastically toasted him.

All the ministers at the banquet also catered to them one after another, praising the two poems and toasting Zhao Rong frequently, which was very lively.

Zhao Rong, who didn't want to drink at first, accepted the invitation one by one.

Fortunately, he was a martial artist, so the wine didn't get in the way.

What makes Zhao Rong quite speechless is that it seems that not only the young and naive little emperor is chasing stars, but also many female relatives brought by the ministers and generals at the banquet cast admiring glances at him, including... winking .

Moreover, among these female relatives, there are several imperial wives who seem to be of high rank. They looked mature and dignified before, but now... cough cough.

Good guy, is the atmosphere in your circle so open?Your man is right here now... Uh, well, it seems like he was drunk.

Zhao Rong's eyes twitched twice, and he lowered his eyes to avoid the admiring and provocative gazes of these imperial wives.

In his heart, he mourned for half a second for these Confucian colleagues in Dali...

Tonight, the little emperor seemed very happy, he couldn't help seeing his idol, there was no mother at the dinner, and the emperor uncle didn't stop him from getting close to Zhao Rong.

So the thin boy in the dragon robe couldn't help but drink a few more glasses of wine.

He couldn't help but chant Zhao Rong's two poems that seemed to describe the charm of a woman, with a longing look on his face, mixed with drunkenness.

Some are immersed in it.

Amazing, Mr. Zhao's exquisite descriptions of beauties...

At this moment, the court beauty sitting next to the little emperor reached out to pour wine for the little emperor.

He took it, glanced at a certain frost-white slender body from the corner of his eye, and stopped immediately.

The little emperor stared blankly at the pair of jade hands of the beautiful sister, and felt that they were also very beautiful, just like the lines in Mr. Zhao's poems.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to chant a poem too.

It's just that the little emperor was young and didn't study for a long time, and couldn't spit out any subtle words for a while, so he had to give up in frustration.

However, the feeling of appreciating and being close to beautiful things in the boy's heart is still in his heart.

The little emperor couldn't help reaching out, curiously and ignorantly squeezed the jade hand of the beauty who accompanied the wine.

The latter froze for a moment, then smiled.

The little emperor was a little stunned, only feeling that his body was gradually becoming weird, but this feeling was also very beautiful.

The next second, as if awakened by the noise, the boy blushed and quickly withdrew his hand.

Zhao Rong who was next to him happened to see this scene and couldn't help laughing.

The little emperor kept paying attention to Mr. Zhao, and he also noticed the smile on his face at this time, so he became even more ashamed.

The boy hurriedly drank to cover up, but he choked several times in a row, and the beauty who poured the wine quickly patted him on the back.

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head... This kid is a bit cute, he is the emperor of this great distance, and he is approaching the age of marriage in this era, but he is so shy and ignorant even touching a woman's hand, this is the first time Second-rate?

"Mr. Zhao..." The little emperor stammered with embarrassment.

Zhao Rong turned his head with a smile, and said in a 'curious' tone: "I just thought of a happy event and lost my mind, Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The little emperor stared blankly at the young Confucian scholar who pretended to be stupefied, and quickly shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

In the next second, the two who met for the first time today could all smile at the same time.

The young man in the purple dragon robe only felt that this mother's kiss could control his throne, and he was really close to the young Confucian scholar who asked him to work hard to get close.

On the side, Li Mingyi in the python robe was sitting upright, as if he didn't see this, and didn't say a word...

After half an hour.

The feast was coming to an end, Li Mingyi suddenly put down his wine glass and got up.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Gu, please move to the apse."

With a calm word, he got up and led the way to the apse of Weiyang Palace.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other, stood up and followed...

In the main hall, many people noticed this scene, but they did not respond and continued to enjoy the dinner.

On the other side, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu followed Li Mingyi after walking for a while, and then entered a brightly lit hall with doors and windows open.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the door, they saw a thin purple bead curtain blocking off the top seat in this hall.

Behind the purple bead chain, a woman in white clothes with a white veil can be vaguely seen, sitting and waiting.

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Chapter 458 The Empress Dowager Gives a Card, Sacrificial to the Moon and Enshrined in Zen

The apse of Weiyang Palace.

In the spacious hall, there were only four people, but the doors and windows were wide open, making it look deserted.

But fortunately, the lights were bright, and there was no such a dark atmosphere in the palace.

Moreover, the main hall in front of Weiyang Palace is holding a feast, and the sound of singing, dancing and poetry floats in the shadows, adding a bit of fireworks.

At this time, the Empress Dowager Dugu was sitting upright behind the bead curtain of the first seat in the apse.

Can't see the face clearly.

There are several chairs in the hall.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and Li Mingyi were sitting on the left and right of the Empress Dowager Dugu's lower head.

Outside the gate of the palace, some Xianyueli women who Zhao Rong is quite familiar with the decorations stood guard quietly.

Not far away, on the corridor connecting the front hall, there are guards every ten steps.

Zhao Rong discovered that the apse seemed to have been set up with a magic circle by means of immortals, and those outside the hall could not hear the voices in the hall.

However, they could see the scene of the Lonely Empress Dowager and Zhao Rong and his party in the back hall, although these people outside the hall did not look sideways...

At the highest point of the hall, the woman in white clothes behind the bead curtain said:

"Mr. Zhao and Mr. Gu came all the way to Hanjing, and they worked hard all the way."

Although her voice was dignified and cold, with the tone of a person who had been in a position for a long time, her tone at this time was as gentle as possible, with some caring.

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's not hard work, it's just a matter of duty. When we study in the academy, we should also relieve the academy's worries. Why should we talk about hard work. It's the empress dowager who has worked hard."

He smiled, and the last sentence was a pun.

The woman in white clothes behind the bead curtain seemed to be carefully watching the young Confucian scholar below, she was quiet for a moment, then shook her head:

"It's just a hard life. Once the late emperor left, Aijia and His Majesty were left alone with their orphans and widowed mother. The family business of the Dali Dynasty was built by the late Emperor. How dare Aijia and Your Majesty take it lightly..."

She sighed softly, seeming to lower her head and wipe away tears.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other, bowed their hands together and saluted: "The dead are gone, the living are like this, the Queen Mother mourns."

On the side, Li Mingyi looked serious and shook his head, "The emperor's sister-in-law is too sentimental. Although the emperor's brother passed away, this king is still here. How can outsiders bully the emperor's wife when she married into my Li family? Those rebellious officials who took the opportunity to rebel , this king will definitely clean up one by one, try my best to share the worries for the emperor's wife and emperor's nephew, do my best, and die."

Li Mingyi was dressed in a python robe, standing with his hands behind his back, and his words were sonorous and powerful.

It made Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu look sideways.

Dugu seemed to be tearing through his tears and laughed, feeling relieved, "It's so good, it's so good, the Ai family and His Majesty have a hard life, and I will rely on the emperor's uncle from now on."

"Sister-in-law Huang, what are you talking about, you're spoiling me." Li Mingyi shook his head lightly.

Zhao Rong, who was listening, raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but glance at the Dali regent.

What you said is intriguing.

Picking out the Dugu family and the Li family respectively...

So the Dugu Clan used to be an outsider, as for now, it may or may not be an outsider, I don't know, but you, Li Mingyi, must represent the Li family, and the little emperor is also surnamed Li, and this dynasty also belongs to the Li family...

Although he didn't know whether Li Mingyi's words were subconscious or intentional, Zhao Rong felt that this already explained a lot of problems.

After this, Zhao Rong watched the scene of the sister-in-law's kindness and uncle's harmony for a while, as if watching a good show.

Just for fun.

Afterwards, Queen Mother Dugu cleverly changed the topic.

"Speaking of which, if the late emperor, who was thirsty for talents, was still there, he would have laughed heartily and greeted such powerful scholars as Mr. Zhao and Mr. Gu."

Gu Yiwu said: "The empress dowager is too polite. The Confucian students of my academy also heard about the deeds of the late emperor Dali on the mountain. It is also my regret for Ziyu and I that we have not been able to meet each other."

The Dugu family complimented Confucian scholars like Lin Lu Academy and Zhao Rong for their closeness.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu also responded politely.

At the same time, the two also offered to go to the palace where the late Emperor Dali died tomorrow to pay homage, and Dugu nodded in agreement.

Not long after, the four people with different thoughts in the hall fell silent for a moment in tacit understanding, and finally got down to business.

The Queen Mother Dugu asked: "Mr. Zhao, I heard that you will arrange and guide the specific procedures of this Fengchan Grand Ceremony..."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Thanks to my colleagues for not giving up, it is true that most of the ceremony of enshrining Zen is set by me, but the final process and details, I still have to come up with a plan, and then discuss it carefully with Brother Yiwu and the others, and then finally discuss it together. Make a decision."

Empress Dowager Dugu and Li Mingyi nodded one after another, their eyes fell on this young Confucian scholar, and they knew in their hearts that the person in charge... was him.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes slightly.

In fact, most of the Zhengyi Hall students in the team were not optimistic about this ceremony of enshrining Zen, and it seemed like a broken jar.

Under Meng Zhengjun's nose, they came to the stage one after another. In addition to speaking of loyalty and supporting Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, they also had the spirit of resistance to the oppression of that old-fashioned school.

So right now being 'punished' by Meng Zhengjun to come to Dali to organize the Fengchan ceremony, most of them have a pessimistic attitude towards the final assessment results and scores.

In addition to the difficulty of enshrining the Chan ceremony, there is also the nitpicking that Meng Zhengjun may have.

This is also the reason why Gu Yiwu was angry when he saw the students from his school messing around on stage together.

But even so, Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall did not regret their behavior when they came to power that day, and thinking about it now, they still feel relieved.

Think of it as a 'paid' trip down the mountain.

Zhao Rong was rather melancholy with the salty mentality of the people in the team, but he didn't give any encouragement, but later he took the initiative to provoke the heavy burden of formulating the Fengchan ceremony plan.

He is responsible for bringing Brother Yiwu and the students down the mountain.

And Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall also readily agreed to this...

At this time, Queen Mother Dugu leaned forward slightly, staring at Zhao Rong: "Then, Mr. Zhao, do you have a general plan, but... can you tell me?"

Zhao Rong looked at her, smiled and said nothing.

It seems that Shanren only has a clever plan, but he just doesn't say it.

Selling off.

Behind the purple bead curtain, the veiled Dugu Shi, beautiful and slightly wrinkled, suddenly had the aura of a superior without anger.

But Zhao Rong and the others below couldn't see it, and she immediately relaxed her brows.

This Confucian scholar... Ai Jia thought he was quite serious just now, and said that Mujin and Xuechan's descriptions were a little off... Dugu's leaning forward body slightly recovered, and he spat inwardly.

At this time, her face remained unchanged, and Yuyin slowed down: "To be honest, Mr. Zhao, the princes in the court and the officials of the Ministry of Rites were all confused about the ceremony of enshrining Chan, and they were not sure if they had no experience... Before leaving , the previous dynasties did not have similar great gifts to refer to."

The Queen Mother Dugu paused and sighed, "Except for the ancient dynasties in the northern kingdoms of Wangque, there is nothing in terms of enshrining Zen rituals, and the former will certainly not easily take this important matter involving the country's power and fortune into account. Rituals, tell me where to go."

Zhao Rong nodded, calmly.

She glanced at Zhao Rong, lowered her eyes, and continued:

"Before Mr. Zhao came to Hanjing, the Ministry of Rituals also did its best to make some preparations. We searched the relevant classics and found that all kinds of sacrificial objects are ready, but we don't know if it fits Mr. Zhao's plan. Can Mr. Zhao ... Tell me."

Zhao Rong still nodded slightly, noncommittal, just said with a smile:

"Well, here comes the Queen Mother, and the brothers from the Ministry of Rites."

"..."

Behind the purple bead curtain, the woman in white clothes pursed her lips that were not rouged, but tender.