Chao Yu Jie

When Wen Zhuo fell ill, he couldn't go to the errand of the Ministry of Rites, so he sent Shuqin to ask for leave for him.

Yin Hecheng didn't say anything after he knew about it. He was too busy with his affairs, and although it would not delay anything without Wen Jue, he always felt a little concerned for some reason.

A day later, Pei Yun came to Xiangyang Marquis Mansion.Wen Zhuo just drank the medicine and was chewing candied fruit while talking to Rong Li, so he was quite surprised to see Pei Yun coming.His friendship with Pei Yun is only superficial, and the cold is not a serious illness, so he didn't expect that he would come to the door specially.

Pei Yun was also a little embarrassed, but he was so old-fashioned, he showed concern for Wen Zhuo with his thick skin, and said that he should drink chicken soup when it was cold, so he specially brought a chicken for Wen Zhuo, and Rong Li was there to accompany him. It's ridiculous.Because he was an aide of King Luo, he was busy all day long and couldn't take a break, but he just sat for a while and left.

Rong Li waved his fan, teasing: "Unexpectedly, in just a few months, King Luo has entrusted you so much."

Wen Zhuo gave him a white look, and said, "You said that King Luo asked him to send this chicken?"

Rong Li smiled, and narrowly said: "How can I know? Or if you drink chicken soup and recover quickly, you can go and ask yourself."

When the two cousins ​​were joking around for a while, Shangguan Jiu also came.

As soon as he came, he regretted that he shouldn't have invited Wen Zhuo to drink, causing him to catch a cold after drinking, which made Wen Zhuo very embarrassed.

Rong Li sat on the side. Although he had a lively personality, his perception of Shangguan Jiu was not average.After exchanging a few pleasantries, I felt that this person was not from the same way as myself, his expression was only indifferent, and his words were perfunctory.

Shangguan Jiu is not a fool, seeing that the Second Young Master Rong is not very warm to him, he is not in a hurry to talk to him, and he dare not be overly courteous to Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo just regarded him as an ordinary friend, although he was grateful for his friendship and help, he was not as casual with this Ninth Brother as he was with Rong Li.

The three of them chatted for a while and felt bored, so Shangguan Jiu invited two more people to his house next month to enjoy the lotus before saying goodbye.

Rong Li looked at Wen Zhuo and couldn't help frowning, shook his head and said: "This Shangguan Jiu is also considered a romantic person. Although he comes from a family of officials and eunuchs, he spends all his days socializing with those of the three religions. He is full of attention. You should be more careful when you get along with him."

Wen Zhuo didn't take it seriously, and said to him: "Although this man looks slick, he is a bit chivalrous. If it wasn't for him, how could I stand here and talk to you?"

Rong Li naturally knew what happened the day before yesterday, seeing him mention it, he asked: "Did the assassin find out?"

Rong Li is also his close relative, but he didn't want him to know too much about this matter, so he perfunctorily said: "I still have to find out. My father will take care of it himself, just wait."

Wen Zhuo stayed at home for a few days, and he recovered from the medicine until his mouth became bitter.Just in time for the emperor's birthday, and the Wanshou Festival was coming, the father and son got up before dawn, and were carried by the sedan chair to the palace to pay homage to the emperor.

Wearing a formal dress, a golden crown on his head, and full of decorations, Wen Zhuo felt like he was being wrapped like a rice dumpling. He felt suffocated in the sedan chair, causing the bearers to sway back and forth, and almost fainted and vomited his breakfast. Out.

The emperor's birthday is just at the beginning of July, and the sky is already quite hot.Because it is a big ceremony, everyone has to wear a big gown, wrapped layer by layer, it is so hot that people can feel dizzy, not to mention drinking warmly, even those old people are also dizzy from the heat.

Fortunately, there is a lot of ice in the main hall, which is cooler than outside.Wen Zhuo was sweating just now, but now he secretly wiped it off with a handkerchief, but his forehead was still shiny, but his face was very fair, as if he was getting whiter with rubbing.

As the prince, Yin Hecheng stood in front of the emperor, and Majesty Yu recognized him in the crowd at a glance, seeing his confused and nervous expression, he couldn't help laughing to himself.

Everything went smoothly that day, even those barbarians from other races offered a lot of congratulatory gifts, and they were full of auspicious words, and there was no cannon fodder for malicious provocations like those in lewd novels, the emperor was in a very happy mood.

In the evening, it was a family banquet in the palace. Xiangyang Hou was naturally invited because he was the emperor's nephew and favored relative, and even Wen Zhuo was honored.The father and son toasted and blessed the emperor. After hearing this, the emperor praised the benefits of warming and drinking, and rewarded him with a full glass of fine wine.

Although this imperial wine tastes good, it is also sweet, but it has too much stamina, Wen Zhuo raised his head and finished drinking it, only to feel dizzy and just want to roll his eyes.

Seeing his innocent appearance, the emperor couldn't help laughing, and said to Wen Shiyu, "Fortunately, this child has wine in his name, how can he pour it in a glass?!" Everyone in the seat also felt cute when they saw the drunk posture of the handsome young prince of the Marquis of Xiangyang , For a while, the hall was full of joy.