Xiao Qinghuan

Dongyue sixteenth, the imperial city.

The palace banquet was held at [-] o'clock in the evening, and the royal relatives of each family had already entered the palace ahead of schedule.According to etiquette, foreign officials like Jiang Xiaohan should enter the palace at the end of the day, but he asked Ning Huaijin to write a note in advance, bluntly saying that he was injured last time at Yushitai, and he has not fully healed yet, so he asked for the time to enter the palace Drag up and down.

Fan Rong knew that Ning Zongyuan was going to be severely punished, so he agreed, saying that he should enter the palace before Youshi.

In winter, it gets dark early, and the lights in the palace city are lit up early. The palace lanterns and candles burn continuously, and most of the imperial city is as bright as day.The princes and young masters of various families entered the palace early, and the young ones followed their mothers and elder sisters to the harem to meet the queen. The older princes and buddies gathered together in twos and threes, thinking about going to the imperial garden to admire the white snow and red plums. Jing wrote poems.

His Highness the Sixth Highness's birthday banquet this year was held in the name of Chongxi, and it was held extravagantly.

Since the early morning, the imperial dining room has been in a state of turmoil, and the fire under the stove has been burning vigorously without stopping for a moment.The yells of the mother Chuancai and the chef in charge of the spoon blend together one after another, each louder than the other.Occasionally, the clumsy little waiter would drop the bowl, and would add a few sharp curses to the tune.

The imperial dining room is short of staff, and there is an urgent rush outside - the masters of each family are all in the palace today, and no one can be neglected.The imperial dining room not only had to clean up the big dishes for the palace banquet, but also had to serve the masters' snacks from time to time, so busy that they had to hit the back of their heads, wishing that one person could divide it into eight for use.

An unremarkable little servant had just been slapped twice by the manager. His hands were still covered with flour, and there were red five finger marks on his cheeks. Tears welled up in his eyes several times, but he dared not to fall.

"It's a stupid thing with hands and feet, it can smash the bowl with noodles, go away and wash the vegetables." The manager spat at him in disgust: "Today is a big day, if you are so ignorant, be careful of your life Bar."

The little servant scrambled to get up from the ground, with his head buried low, he promised obediently, and walked towards the backyard.

The work at hand was busy and complicated, and the housekeeper put the matter behind him after scolding him, and went to other courtyards arrogantly.

There were people coming and going in the imperial dining room, and no one noticed that a small servant quietly walked around the crowd and walked out shyly through the side door in the backyard.

Today, the gates of the palace are wide open, all the royal family and important officials are going to enter the palace, and there are more than double the number of maids and entourages on the palace road than usual.The little servant buried his head lower, and walked north along the palace road without stopping.

Beicheng is where the imperial army's office is located. The servant was stopped by someone when he was far away. He raised his head timidly, and quickly glanced at the imperial army blocking the way. Then he took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to the other party.

"...Military masters have worked hard, today is a great joy, and the whole world celebrates."

This sentence was obviously beyond the scope of the little servant's ability, and he stumbled to learn the language, with his head lowered, his chin wishing to stick to his chest.

The soldier who stopped him squeezed the cloth bag with his hands, felt two half-slender bones, understood it, and reprimanded: "Okay, this is none of your business, get out."

The little servant was startled by him, and hurriedly agreed and walked away.

It was still a long time before the next guard change at Yinhan Gate, the soldier put the cloth bag in his arms, turned around and walked towards the government office of the imperial army.

After noon, the sky became overcast, and at the second quarter of Shen Shi, the sky was already overcast and almost dark.

The weather is bad, so of course many fun can't be found.Some interested children of aristocratic families will go to chat with acquaintances in the court. Zhuang Yi has always been able to have fun, but he avoids entertainment. Met Zhuang Yixian.

Zhuang Yixian was talking with several adults from the household department, Zhuang Yi walked in step by step, first saluted the elders, and then stood behind Zhuang Yixian to put in a beautiful vase.

When the elders saw Zhuang Yi, they naturally wanted to praise him from head to toe, and at the end they praised Zhuang Yixian that someone would follow him, which made Zhuang Yi's back feel goosebumps.

Zhuang Yiguang knew that the birthday party was not peaceful, but he never knew what would happen.Jiang Xiaohan didn't speak clearly, and buried everything in his heart in a mysterious way, which directly caused Zhuang Yi's heart to beat a drum this time, no one seemed like a good person.

The elders stood still like a mountain. After talking about the waterway, they talked about the new silk road business opened by the banker. After talking about the waterway, Zhuang Yi's legs trembled. Take a walk somewhere, loosen your muscles and bones.

As soon as these gossip-talking elders left, Zhuang Yi immediately sat down beside Zhuang Yixian as if he had lost his bones, reached out and took a big gulp from the teapot.

"Father." Zhuang Yi was full of displeasure, and pushed all the dim sum teapots on the coffee table aside, then leaned over to approach Zhuang Yixian, and said mysteriously, "Did Jiang Xiaohan tell you?"

"What?" Zhuang Yixian squinted at him.

"What is your Majesty thinking?" Zhuang Yi lowered his voice, like a thief: "Is Ning Yu really the emperor?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the emperor is so majestic, how can you allow me and other grassroots to talk about it." Zhuang Yixian reprimanded lightly: "How could Mr. Jiang tell me about such a big matter... He just sent me a letter asking me to avoid this birthday banquet .”

"Then why didn't you escape?" Zhuang Yi asked.

"It's not because of you little bastard." Zhuang Yixian pointed his forehead with his finger bitterly: "You come to Beijing with great fanfare. If I call you sick, you will have to go to the banquet by yourself. With your ability, if you Ask someone to recruit you, and you won’t even say a word of rejection.”

Zhuang Yi knew he was wrong, so he sat down reluctantly, and tried to defend himself: "I'm worried about you...and Jiang Xiaohan!"

Zhuang Yixian snorted and said, "Worried about us? If you add ten more of you, it won't be your turn to worry about us."

"Father is naturally wise and powerful, with rich experience." Zhuang Yi quickly flattered him: "Aren't I worried that Jiang Xiaohan will be confused when he encounters a big event?"

Master Jiang, who was far away in Jiang's mansion, suddenly felt his ears burning. He raised his hand and rubbed his ears while he was slandering and didn't know who was scolding him.

Yan Qing has been watching his every move since just now, "Uncomfortable?"

"No." Jiang Xiaohan smiled at him comfortingly: "It's all right, Mr. Cheng is wonderfully rejuvenated."

Jiang Xiaohan took the medicine half an hour ago, and now the medicine is slowly taking effect, and the wound on his body does not feel as painful as before.

Yan Qing suddenly remembered something, and said casually: "Speaking of which, Mr. Cheng asked me these few days, and said that General Xie has not heard from me these days, and he is very worried."

"Xie Jue has no time for a long-term relationship." Jiang Xiaohan said, "But after tonight, everything will be easy to talk about."

While talking, Jiang Mo brought a tray into the room, and put a pile of brocade ribbons and jade pendants on it, Yan Qingguang felt dazzled when he looked at it.Jiang Mo put down the things in his hands, helped Jiang Xiaohan change his dress, and then helped him stand up again, pulled the tray over, and began to hang up those accessories for him.

The dress used in the palace banquet is similar to the court dress, but there are certain differences.Jiang Xiaohan is the prime minister on the left, and this gown is exquisitely and complicatedly made - crow blue as the base, covered with a crimson gauze robe, supplemented by a four-finger-wide jade-embellished leather belt.Jiang Mo half-kneeled on the ground, and tied the brocade and jade pendant for him familiarly. The world music halo brocade was shining brightly under the candlelight, making his eyebrows more handsome.

Jiang Xiaohan was exhausted in the heavy prison these days, and his face was inevitably a little pale. With the scarlet gauze robe lining, he looked more like a civil servant than before.

"What?" Seeing Yan Qing staring at him, Jiang Xiaohan couldn't help but joked, "Ah Qing thinks this outfit still catches the eye?"

Yan Qing didn't have to follow the rules like him, it was much easier than him. Hearing this, she put down the jade pendant in her hand, turned around and walked towards the bed, and praised him solemnly: "You don't need these clothes to match, it looks good too."

Jiang Xiaohan said with a smile: "It must be the brilliance of Ah Qing's sun and moon. I only have a little exposure to the light of fireflies, and I am already more brilliant than others."

Jiang Mo felt numb when he heard that, and hurriedly straightened Jiang Xiaohan's clothes, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he got up and left.

Jiang Xiaohan looked at Yan Qing carefully for a while, then stepped forward to help him straighten his robe.Yan Qing is wearing the robe with wide sleeves that he wore on the day of the face saint today, he seldom wears it like this, he is very unaccustomed to it, half of the back of his neck is tucked into the outer robe, he didn't even notice it.

Jiang Xiaohan turned his collar over and pressed it obediently, but he was not willing to withdraw his hand.His fingers slid over Yan Qing's shoulders with nostalgia, he took his hand under the cover of his wide sleeves, and said with sincere emotion: "...it is my life's luck to have you here today."

Seeing his serious expression, Yan Qing was about to reply when Jiang Ying knocked on the door and came in.

Today was a palace banquet, and several people were not allowed to bring sharp weapons into the palace. Jiang Ying changed into a dark black outfit, with a badge for entering and exiting Jiang's mansion hanging on his waist, and the dagger and long sword on his body had been removed.

"My lord." Jiang Ying said, "The car is ready."

Jiang Xiaohan nodded: "Let's go now."

He was about to lift his foot to go out, but Yan Qing stopped him again.Jiang Xiaohan turned his head, only to see Yan Qing involuntarily put a black cloak on him: "It's cold outside."

Jiang Xiaohan brushed the soft fur on the cloak with his fingertips, and did not refuse.The effectiveness of Cheng Yuan's elixir had been fully demonstrated, Jiang Xiaohan tried to move, and found that the pain from the original wound had become negligible, almost nothing, but the damage was still there after all, and walking was inevitably sloppy.

Yan Qing helped him, and said worriedly: "...Is your body too cumbersome?"

"There's nothing you can do about being cumbersome, you have to wear it." Jiang Xiaohan teased him: "If you see His Highness the Sixth Prince in a while, you'll know that the royal family is much worse than me."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to make fun of him, Yan Qing relaxed more than half of her originally hanging heart.

Jiang's carriage stopped at the main entrance, and Yan Qing got into the carriage first. When Jiang Xiaohan was about to enter the carriage, holding Jiang Ying's hand, he suddenly felt something and turned to look at the imperial city.

"My lord?" Jiang Ying asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

If Ning Yu wanted the world, he had to shut up all the deafening voices in the world.In the front court and the harem, Ning Yu will definitely wait until the banquet begins to catch them all.

The Danfeng Gate is heavily guarded, and Ning Yu colludes with the Imperial Army, so he will definitely enter from the Yinhan Gate in the north, and the Beicheng has a vast terrain and is far away from the Changle Hall. .

Enough is enough, Jiang Xiaohan thought.

"No." Jiang Xiaohan quickly calmed down and boarded the carriage: "Let's go."

The author says:

This is the last dungeon~ I still feel a bit reluctant [Thanks to Ziqi for the fish food~Thanks to Susu for her cooperation, and Chen Ye for the catnip~