[Rebirth] Sovereign and ministers get along

The gate of Prince Jing's mansion was closed.

The news of the imperial envoy going south was not concealed at all. Shen Lanqing and his party have been on the road for more than a month, even if the wind is from a tortoise, a month's work is enough for it to climb back and forth between Prince Jing's mansion and the capital ,However……

There are seven roads and nine roads, and 63 brass door nails are arranged on the gate of the vermilion palace, which is dazzling.

Ah!Get off your horse?

Shen Lanqing and Yue Yuan looked at each other and understood each other.

Putting the helplessness looming in Yue Yuan's gaze into his eyes, Shen Lanqing caressed Dianmo's neck, stared at the plaque on the gate of the palace, and chuckled: "Wang Shichang, knock on the door."

The golden door knocker hit the door panel, and the majestic Wang Shichang knocked on the door loudly, but there was still no movement in the gatehouse.

"Grass!" Wang Shichang cursed violently in a low voice, slammed down the door panel, and looked back at Shen Lanqing, "The gate of this palace is too difficult to knock on!"

"Maybe it's because the sound insulation effect of the gate of Wang's mansion is too good..." Shen Lanqing said calmly, "Hu Shichang, Gao Shichang, you two can help Wang Shichang."

Three majestic Huhui riders smashed the door together, and finally smashed a gap in the gate of the palace.

A skinny young man with a satin-faced melon cap and a blue short padded padded gown poked out half his head from the crack of the door: "Knock...knock...knock what..." The half of his head that was finally exposed retracted again, flattened. After being reprimanded for a few words, Fu poked his head out again, "Knock what, it's called Hun'er!"

"Called Huner?" Shen Lanqing raised her eyebrows, examining the young man who poked out half of his head to talk, his eyes were not very agile, and he didn't look like a person who could say such words at all, "The thing in my hand is sobering, let me tell you what to say." People go to report to Prince Jing, the imperial envoy has arrived."

"Imperial envoy? What is it?" The young man looked up at Shen Lanqing curiously, and smiled innocently, "You look so pretty, can you eat it?"

"..." Shen Lanqing squinted his eyes, looked at the young man's eyes, poured his inner strength into his voice, and praised softly, "Prince Jing's mansion is really a place where crouching tigers hide dragons, a mere door official can eat imperial envoys, Shen's trip was really worthwhile, It’s a long experience.”

The peculiar voice of a teenager in the voice-changing period, mixed with a somewhat hoarse voice, floated throughout the entire palace.

In the garden of the palace, the elegant middle-aged man, who was admiring the colorful peach blossoms, drank wine and chanted poems, suddenly frowned with a smile on his face. Frowning, he glanced in the direction of the gate of the palace, left half a glass of warm plum wine, and left the garden with his sleeves thrown.

The pink petals swirled in the wind and fell into the cup, floating and sinking.

At the gate of the palace, the steward hiding inside the door changed his expression after hearing Shen Lanqing's words. He hastily dragged him back to the foolish boy who was staring at Shen Lanqing's eyes, scolded him, ordered the people to open the middle door, and smiled at Shen Lanqing Make an apology: "My lord, please calm down. The boy suffered from fever and burned his brain when he was a child. He didn't mean to be rude to you."

"Angry?" Shen Lanqing looked at the man in surprise, "Shen just sighed involuntarily, why did you say that?"

"Look at the stupid mouth of the little one..." The manager's smile became more sincere, "It's thanks to the kindness of the adults, who don't care about it like the little ones..."

"Come on you! It's better to ask the third brother to come out to receive the order than this mysterious thing..." Yue Yuan interrupted the manager impatiently, "My master and Mr. Shen are really tired after a day of galloping. "

"This Lord doesn't know something..." The steward was sad and embarrassed, and said with a mournful face, "It's not that the people in Prince Jing's residence don't know what's good or bad, it's because the prince has been ill for nearly half a year, and he really can't get out of bed..."

"Oh?" Shen Lanqing raised her eyebrows slightly, and arched her hands towards the capital, with a look of worry beyond words, "Since I saw Prince Jing's confession note, my Majesty has had trouble sleeping and eating, and I am very worried about Prince Jing's body. My Majesty loves you." I came to visit, but I couldn't get away from the heavy state affairs, so I sent this official and Prince Yun's son to visit the prince with the best medicinal materials in the palace, but I didn't expect..."

"...According to what I see, since Prince Jing is so ill, the sage will not blame you even if he is exempted from receiving the order... My son, do you think?"

"Jiusi's words are reasonable..." Yue Yuan accepted Shen Lanqing's words with a serious face, and told the steward, "Stop sticking around here, take us to see Third Brother!"

It is also the Prince's Mansion, but Prince Jing's Mansion is far less luxurious than Prince An's Mansion, but it is truly elegant, and the elegance and ease of Jiangnan gardens are vividly interpreted.

The emerald green embraces the pink, and the clear water reflects the mountains and rocks.

Shen Lanqing and Yue Yuan followed behind the steward, turning and turning, stepping on the bluestone that just crossed the water, and walked around into a courtyard surrounded by streams.

The courtyard is full of bamboo from the fence to the attic, and there is a faint fragrance of bamboo.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Before seeing him, he heard his voice first, and as soon as he stepped onto the corridor on the second floor, he heard a heart-piercing cough. Shen Lanqing showed worry, and quickened his pace. Step by step, Xunsheng pushed open the door of the bamboo building.

The elegant and thin middle-aged man was leaning on the bamboo couch, with a silk quilt around his waist, his pale yellow jacket was slightly open, and his printed seal lightly engraved with Sichuan characters was covered with a thick shadow. It is lit with different shades of red.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the middle-aged man raised his head and showed a very kind smile: "The imperial envoy came from a long way, and this king failed to greet him in person. I'm sorry..." Not only did he smile kindly, but his tone also showed endless kindness , it's just that the voice is too weak, and the smell...

Shen Lanqing calmly swept over the traces on the veil, properly conveyed the Holy Majesty's concern for his elder brother, then winked at Yue Yuan who had said a lot of concern, and exited the bamboo building, asking Prince Jing to rest in peace , lest the Holy Majesty worry about it.

The housekeeper of the palace had already arranged a place for them and prepared a sumptuous reception banquet, but the owner of the palace couldn't attend because of illness, and Prince Jing's eldest son, Yue Xian, would entertain them on his behalf.

Yue Xian came late, entered the Kuan Le Hall where the palace hosted guests, lifted up his robe, and sat on the throne naturally, as if he was the lord of the palace.

Here, it seems commonplace for the palace to go up and down.

A reception banquet fully demonstrated the smoothness and power of Prince Jing's Mansion.

Yue Yuan likes all kinds of beauties, Shen Lanqing only prefers vegetarian dishes with a few chopsticks a little more in the Duke's Mansion and Kunlun Mountains, Hu Hui rides the big bowl of wine and big pieces of meat that the group of men prefer, bold and elegant mixed, and combined just right.

During the banquet, Yue Xian yelled at Yue Yuan as the little king uncle, and frequently persuaded Shen Lanqing to drink. Shen Lanqing looked at the confident and steady Yue Xian with a flicker of eyes, smiled and drank a few cups, and then forced his face to blush with internal force, pretending to be overwhelmed Jiu Li, Shen Yi supported him to leave the table first.

In order to pretend to be drunk, Shen Lanqing leaned her whole body on Shen Yi's body and walked staggeringly.

With the scent of wine, he breathed near and far from the side of his neck. Shen Yi lowered his eyes, his blurred eyes and red lips fascinated him. He knew that Shen Lanqing was pretending to be drunk, but he still couldn't bear the head in his heart called The impulsive beast tore at him, bent down suddenly, and hugged the man into his arms.

With both feet in the air suddenly, Shen Lanqing froze, opened her eyes, and looked at Shen Yi calmly, without saying a word.

Shen Yi pursed his lips, and explained slightly bluntly: "It's dark, you're drunk, and you can't walk steadily."

"You can ask Uncle Sui to help me together."

"The adoptive father wants to monitor the son."

"I remember I brought the shadow waiter over here..." Shen Lanqing leaned her head on Shen Yi's shoulder, half-closed her eyes and looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and pushed Shen Yi indiscriminately, motioning for Shen Yi to let him down and let him Walk.

"..." Shen Yi clenched his arms stubbornly, and turned his head. Their lips were only an inch apart, and they could clearly feel each other's warm breath. Shen Yi's throat moved slightly, and he lowered his head tentatively...

The lips were getting closer and closer, Shen Yi looked at him with pious and humble eyes, full of expectations, which made him vaguely see some shadows of his previous life, Shen Lanqing turned his head slightly, his moist lips touched the corners of his mouth, touching Immediately leaving, like a feather brushing against the cheek, a little itchy, a little warm.

Shen Lanqing's eyes froze slightly, and then she chuckled, looking at Shen Yi with eyes as clear as water: "Brother, could it be that you are also drunk?"

"En." Shen Yi stared at Shen Lanqing's face, and hummed with a wooden face, the implication was very clear.

Shen Lanqing looked up at Shen Yi's side face, and said softly, "Drunkenness disturbs people's spirits. Seeing how drunk you are, drink two more bowls of hangover soup later."

The corners of the slightly raised lips drooped again, Shen Yi looked away, refusing to meet Shen Lanqing's gaze.

Walking into the courtyard, the naive baby who praised Shen Lanqing at the gate of the palace looked suspiciously at Shen Lanqing who was hugged by Shen Yi, and was overjoyed immediately: "Are you really drunk?"

"Silly baby?" Shen Lanqing raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Hanwa raised the bowl she was holding up as if offering a treasure: "Here, I'll bring you hangover soup..." She seemed to be afraid that Shen Lanqing would not drink it, so she added, "When the prince is drunk, he likes to drink Hanwa's hangover soup the most. Soup."

"Silly boy, does the prince often drink alcohol?"

"Yes, my lord likes to enjoy the flowers and drink plum wine in the garden the most."

"My lord also drank sober soup today?"

"Well, I heard that you were drunk, so Han Wa boiled an extra bowl..."

"Why did you send me hangover soup?"

"Because you look good..." Hanwa smiled innocently, "You look as good-looking as the prince."

"..."

In Hanwa's eyes, the most beautiful person is not the one with the most beautiful looks, but the one with the gentlest smile. He likes Shen Lanqing's smile, so he treats Shen Lanqing wholeheartedly. He will say whatever Shen Lanqing asks him, and Shen Lanqing tells him to go He also happily went to make sober soup for Shen Yi.

Shen Yi glanced at Shen Lanqing helplessly, and lowered his eyes: "I'll go and replace my adoptive father."

Shen Lanqing was noncommittal, took a sip of the hangover soup that Hanwa gave him, and watched Shen Yi leave the room with a smile: "This hangover soup tastes good, it's really a pity that senior doesn't drink it."

"..." Shen Yi's leaving figure suddenly accelerated, and immediately merged with the pitch-black night.

Shen Lanqing withdrew her smile, frowned and stared at the door, repeatedly, her fingertips lightly clasped the rim of the bowl of hangover soup, which was crisp and long.

After a while, Shen Sui came in from the door, took away the empty bowl in Shen Lanqing's hand, glanced at the door, and said in a low voice: "Young master, as you expected, after the banquet, the son of Prince Yun, Yue Yuan, followed Prince Jing Yue Xian entered the backyard of the palace, and headed towards the bamboo building where Prince Jing recuperated."