wait for another year

On August [-]th, Zhao Xu and Xuanyuan Hui were enjoying the cool air in the courtyard, while Bai Su was instructing his servants to prepare for the next day's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet at the palace.

"Did you say there will be a palace banquet this year?" Xuanyuan Hui asked casually.

Zhao Xu thought for a while, "There should be some, but it's been a troubled time recently, it's hard to say whether Queen Mother Deng still has this interest."

Xuanyuan Hui said firmly: "Not only will it happen, but she will definitely do it!"

Zhao Xu raised her eyebrows, "What, Your Highness has arrangements?"

"The concubine has been away from her family for so many years, and she is suffering here with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival," Xuanyuan Hui held up his wine glass, "It's a pity that this king is such a poor wimp that he can't afford gold, silver, jade, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, so I have to make up a show." Giving the play to the princess is a gift, so it's good that the princess doesn't dislike it."

"Oh?"

The bright moon above the head seemed to be round but not full, and it seemed to be full when it was missing. Xuanyuan Hui stood up and touched the moonlight with his fingers, "It's not the end of the family, the world is uneasy."

Zhao Xu squinted his eyes, and at that moment, it seemed that the silver and white moonlight had turned into blood, staining his fair fingers, which was shocking.

The Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet is second only to Yuanxi in terms of specifications.

All the kings, princes, officials of the fourth rank and above, and the edicts of the third rank and above in Beijing all attended by grace.

All the more than [-] corridors were lit with candles, and the fire-colored red lotus embraced the bright moon in the sky. The whole Taiye Pool really looked like a fairyland in Penglai, which was too beautiful to behold.

The maiden in brocade shuttles back and forth with all kinds of palace lanterns, the music workshop tirelessly drums the zither and the sheng, and the soft and delicate dancers dance barefoot in neon clothes...

"The rule of Yao and Shun is nothing more than that?" He Lianqin flattered, "This prosperous age is all due to the success of the first emperor and empress Fengyi."

Everyone echoed, "Exactly."

"There is also the contribution of the Duke of Jin, the King of Xuanjun, and the Duke of Fu!"

I don't know who started it, and there was an endless stream of praises for a while. The empress dowager Deng, who was at the head, saw that her natal family was powerful, and she was also proud. She looked at Empress Li beside her and said, "The emperor is coming today, so you don't want to accompany him. ?”

Although Empress Li's mother's family is noble, she has no power or power, and she was selected only because she was obedient and sensible and could not cause trouble. Your Majesty is well, since he was able to sit up and talk, he ordered Concubine Zhao to wait on him, and asked his ministers to come here on his behalf to fulfill their filial piety in front of the queen mother."

"The emperor is well?" Empress Dowager Deng smiled kindly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "That is a rare happy event, and it should be celebrated by the whole world."

Xuanyuan Hao sat leaning against the white tiger. In recent years, he even brought the beast with him into the palace. Maybe the white tiger was very cute when he was young, but when he grew up, he was very docile. Empress Dowager Deng and others reprimanded him several times Seeing that Xuanyuan was going his own way, he had no choice but to ask him to put a bridle-like hood on the tiger to seal its sharp teeth, and let it go.

At this moment, the white tiger was sleeping soundly lying on the ground obediently, yawning from time to time, very naive.

When it was time to toast, Xuanyuan Hao first paid respects to the Queen Mother, and then went to pay respects to Deng Yan.

"I wish my grandfather Songhe..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind beside him, and the white tiger rushed towards Deng Jinglei in a daze. Even though he was wearing a bridle and couldn't bite, the beast's sharp claws were enough to tear a mortal body into pieces .

Unexpected events happened, and just a few breaths before everyone was stunned, the white tiger had already cut Deng Jinglei's throat. The latter opened his eyes wide, and swallowed his breath before he could struggle.

Princess Xiaohui was the first to react. She was holding her slightly protruding belly, her complexion turned pale, her lips trembled, and finally she rolled her eyes and passed away directly.Cui Jinghu who was beside her took her in his arms, very worried, no one noticed the sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Deng Xiang, the only one who could enter the palace with a sword, couldn't even stand up, and just stared at Deng Jinglei's corpse in a daze.Deng Fuyu had already pulled out Deng Xiang's saber and rushed towards him. Xuanyuan Hao didn't have the right to go up to the court with his sword, so he had no power to fight back. With a single leap, he jumped in front of Xuanyuan Zhuo, roaring loudly, as if protecting the lord.

"Wei Wang, how does the old man treat you?" Deng Xiang, who just lost his beloved son, has red eyes at this moment, like a ghost, and has long lost his demeanor.

Xuanyuan Hao explained very palely, "King Xuan, uncle, I have known my cousin since childhood, and I have always respected him, how could I treat him so cruelly?"

"Fu Yu, why are you standing still? Why don't you get rid of that beast?" Deng Xiang roared.

Empress Dowager Deng also said at this time, "Come here, don't take King Wei down yet!"

Xuanyuan Hao had calmed down at this moment, and only now did he notice that Deng Jinglei's seat was covered with the tiger skin that Xuanyuan Hui had given him... As soon as he thought about it, he knew the key to it, and said in his heart: " Broken, Xuanyuan Hui harmed me!"

Bowmen and crossbowmen who came from nowhere were standing in front of the Empress Dowager Deng and the others. At some point, only Xuanyuan Zhuo and the white tiger remained at the bottom of the jade steps.

The white tiger still roared in a low voice and stood in front of Xuanyuan Zhu, completely unaware of how much trouble it had caused its master.

Xuanyuan Hao laughed miserably, and wandered around. Before a cup of tea, these people were still his aunt, uncle, and brother, but now they have become his endless enemies.

"This white tiger was raised by me, and I can't escape the guilt," Xuanyuan Hao shouted hoarsely, "But I still want to ask, Grandpa, do you want to usurp the throne?"

"It's nonsense!" Deng Yan was getting old after all, and he was almost overwhelmed.

Xuanyuanzhen lowered his head, and recalled in a daze when he was still in Chongwenkan when he was young, his father was still there, the emperor was still the crown prince, and Xuanyuan Hui hadn't gone to Suzhou. At that time, his father asked them a question, "If there is any Japan and Japan are at war, and you are at the end of your rope. If you take a step back, you may be able to survive and die in peace, but if you don’t retreat, you may lose your bones, or you may kill a bloody road. What will you choose?"

At that time the prince pretended to say: "As the lord of a country, naturally I can't just think about my own family, I also have to care about the people in the city, maybe I will send envoys to talk about peace."

Xuanyuan Hui was still young, but he was very clever. "If you lose the land, you will lose all the land. If you lose the land, you will gain the land. Then why don't I take the people and flee?"

How did you answer it?

Xuanyuan Hao smiled strangely, took the key from his sleeve, unhooked the white tiger, and patted it, "You and I also have a bad relationship, now I can't live, you can escape if you can."

The white tiger looked back at him, rubbed his hand, then roared, and rushed towards the soldiers in front.

Xuanyuan Zhuo smiled and moved forward, letting the rain of arrows rain down on him.

He pursed his lips, wondering if he was answering the father whose memory had long been vague.

He said: "I would rather die than retreat!"

The author has something to say: A person who is about to die is good at what he says It's too late. The fourth bento after the emperor Fen Wang and the empress dowager. Are you cute or not?