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Zhao Chengming did have poems and books in his belly, so he immediately wrote the first seven-character quatrains, which not only praised the prosperity of the world, but also praised the king's unparalleled phoenix, which aroused everyone's applause.

Jiang Zhao was drinking with downcast eyes, her long eyelashes cast a shadow in the wine glass, she neither praised nor criticized Zhao Chengming's poem, and let the crowd cheer, but the person in her poem seemed to have nothing to do with herself appearance.

Until the complimented smile on Zhao Chengming's face gradually dissipated, and the somewhat noisy atmosphere gradually quieted down, Jiang Zhao still didn't express his opinion.

Tan Hualang, who had been in high spirits just now, now had a look of surprise and panic, standing there alone, like a real target.

It was Zhao Xiang who felt sorry for his grandson and also stood up so that he would not be so embarrassed.

Zhao Heng cupped his hands and called out loudly, "Your Majesty."

Jiang Zhao looked up, the corners of his lips were still stained with bright wine, and he said with a half-smile, "What's the hurry, Prime Minister Zhao? Naturally, good poems need to be tasted carefully. Zhao Qing is worthy of my hand-picked exploration. It's a family tradition."

After finishing speaking, he moved his finger at Gao Sheng'an and ordered: "This poem is worth a thousand gold, reward it."

Gao Sheng replied: "The servant obeys the order."

Zhao Heng's eyes were dim, and he always felt that Jiang Zhao's attitude was weird.

She was obviously doing favors to the Zhao family, but Zhao Heng didn't feel the slightest honor, what's more, he always felt that His Majesty had a knife in his eyes.

But in front of so many ministers, especially with Lu Cangyu sitting opposite him, even though he was full of doubts, he could only pull Zhao Chengming to kneel and thank the emperor for his grace.

After the grandparents of the Zhao family sat back, because of the weird atmosphere just now, no one wrote poems for a while.

"Fang Chong." His Majesty looked around and named the second place.

At the end of the seat of civil servants, a young man in Tsing Yi reluctantly dropped the chopsticks in his hands, stood up and bowed to the superior, saying: "I am here, but I will follow your majesty's orders."

The top three in the new department, the youngest in the second place, Fang Chong is only about seventeen or eighteen years old, with an ordinary appearance, only his eyes are bright, and his temperament is not dull.

As for the top three in the new department, he has the lowest family background, and his green shirt is only made of ordinary fabric. No matter how you look at it, it is not enough to rival Zhao Chengming.

But Jiang Zhao just wanted to get him out and asked him to write poems by name.

Fang Chong frowned, thinking about it, and compared with Zhao Chengming's complacency just now, he couldn't show his second place talent.

Sitting next to him is Tan Yuansheng, the number one scholar, who looks about thirties, with a short beard, and is much more mature than this young boy in terms of demeanor and the ink in his belly.

Tan Yuansheng coughed lightly, and was about to stand up to rescue Fang Chong, but he suddenly clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Yes!"

So he wrote a poem and a word, with neat antithesis, simple rhetoric but deep charm, a bit more calm and atmospheric than Zhao Chengming's, and it is worth pondering carefully.

Considering Zhao Xiang's face, although Fang Chong did something extraordinary, the response in the banquet was far inferior to that of Zhao Chengming.

Jiang Zhao suddenly looked at King Kang, and asked with a smile, "How does the emperor feel?"

Kang Wang has tried his best to keep a low profile, wishing to become a transparent person, but he was caught off guard and named.

His complexion is not very good-looking, but the world knows that he is a sick man, they only think that he is unwell, and do not know that it is because of his inner suffering.

"Returning to Your Majesty, I feel that what this young master has done is even worse than the former."

Jiang Yan was able to live well under the eyes of the narrow-minded Emperor Xian for so many years. Naturally, it was not only because of his weakness and indifference to fame and fortune. He clearly saw the narrowness in Jiang Zhao's eyes, and he wanted him to stand up and speak for Fang Chong.

He stayed in the fief all year round, and he didn't recognize a few of the dignitaries in the capital, and he didn't understand the situation in the court.

But he has self-knowledge, knows that Jiang Zhao owns his wealth and life, and he is only qualified to obey her.

I thought that this niece was much more kind than the late emperor, but I didn't expect that kindness and black-heartedness did not conflict with her at all.

It's just that she doesn't know how she became enemies with Zhao.

Indeed, Jiang Yan did not expect that, as soon as he praised Fang Chong, Jiang Zhao nodded in agreement, and said with a smile: "The emperor's words are reasonable, and I also think Fang Chong is better. reward."

Jiang Yan had a smile on his face, but he was extremely tired in his heart. He secretly glanced at Zhao Hengze and saw that he was smiling forcedly.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhao had no intention of tearing faces with Zhao Xiang. After complimenting Fang Chong, he added: "Of course, Zhao Qing can stand out among thousands of students and rank among the top three. When it comes to learning and literary talent, he is by no means inferior to Fang Chong." Fang Chong."

Zhao Chengming twitched the corner of his mouth, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty's absurd praise, my humble minister is terrified."

Jiang Zhao didn't know if he was really scared or not, anyway, Jiang Zhao was a little happy to put him together, so he drank a few more glasses of wine.

But after this time, everyone present had their own ulterior motives, and no one dared to jump out and write any poems.

It was a good Qianqiu banquet, but His Majesty himself made the undercurrent turbulent. Even Concubine Zhao didn't dare to say anything more. She looked at Jiang Zhao with suspicious eyes, as if she was repeatedly confirming something.

Later, while Jiang Zhao went out to blow the air to sober up, Concubine Zhao also followed.

Because of the banquet held in Feng En Hall, the surrounding area was covered with lanterns, which were brightly reflected everywhere, so Concubine Zhao didn't bother to find Jiang Zhao's figure very quickly.

She was only followed by Gao Sheng'an, the master and servant stood under the tree, Concubine Zhao could only see their backs.

She walked up with her personal maid, Concubine Zhao intentionally let them find her, she gave her maid a look, and the maid deliberately made a movement, and raised her voice: "Servant, send your respects to Your Majesty!"

Gao Sheng'an turned his head first, bowed his head with a smile, and said in a soft voice: "Is the empress dowager coming out to get some air?"

Obviously there was a lot of movement, but Jiang Zhao didn't hear it, and didn't turn his head.

Concubine Zhao's complexion darkened, and she said intentionally: "There are too many people in the hall, it's too noisy, I came out to look for cleanliness. The emperor, on the other hand, drank a lot of bars tonight, so we should reduce the cold wind and be careful about the dragon's body."

Jiang Zhao finally looked back at her, her pretty face flushed, she was indeed reeking of alcohol.

"I'm in good health, don't worry about it, but you, the concubine, are just recovering from a serious illness, so don't come out to have a shower."

These words clearly meant something, and Concubine Zhao's complexion became even worse, and she stretched out her voice and said with a lazy smile: "Isn't there a caring Aunt Cheng beside the concubine, why didn't you bring someone out this time?"

So far, Concubine Zhao still can't see that Jiang Zhao clearly has resentment towards her, even though many days have passed since that incident, she still remembers the grudge!

Without answering Jiang Zhao's question, Concubine Zhao still found it difficult to understand, and deliberately asked further, "I heard that there are more people around Your Majesty?"

Jiang Zhao asked back, "Who did you hear that from?"

She glanced at Gao Sheng'an who was standing quietly and pretended to be dead. The latter met her gaze and immediately shook his head like a rattle. He almost raised his fingers to swear that he didn't say it by himself.

Concubine Zhao said: "There are many people in the palace, I just overheard it by chance."

Jiang Zhao looked away from Gao Sheng'an, returned to Concubine Zhao, nodded and admitted directly: "That's right, the female officer of Gong Zhengsi made a mistake and was demoted to be a maid by me. Is there something wrong?"

"Your Majesty is asking what is wrong with this palace?" Concubine Zhao was gnashing her teeth angrily, her words were also aggressive, and she asked loudly: "Xie Jin, the female official of the palace, is in love with the guards, promiscuously messing with the palace, this is a big deal." It's not an exaggeration to kill him with a stick!

It can be said that it is nothing more than being demoted to a court lady, but she serves in front of the imperial court. What is the reason for this? "

After questioning, Jiang Zhao didn't respond, and she even yawned, looking lazy.

Concubine Zhao was in a hurry, and angrily scolded: "Your Majesty can keep anyone by his side!"

As soon as the words fell, before Jiang Zhao could react, Concubine Zhao broke out in a cold sweat.

She was irritated by Jiang Zhao's attitude, her words were not thoughtful, and her attitude was even tougher.

But Jiang Zhao, after all, is the emperor.

If Jiang Zhao made use of this matter, not to mention her, even Zhao Xiang from the previous dynasty would be stabbed in the back.

Like a blow to the head, she suddenly calmed down, Concubine Zhao's hands and feet were weak, and the maids at the side hurried up to help, but it was also a war between the two.

But Jiang Zhao didn't get angry, and didn't intend to make use of it, he just asked lightly, "What about the guards?"

"What?" Concubine Zhao didn't understand what she meant for a while.

Jiang Zhao approached her and looked at her, his beautiful peach eyes were reddish by the smell of alcohol, he stared straight at her and asked, "You said that Xie Jin was having an affair with the guard, and you ordered her to be slapped and killed with a stick?" She, what about the guard who was in love with her? Are you going to stick to death together?"

Concubine Zhao retorted: "That's her intention to seduce..."

"Toffee."

Jiang Zhao interrupted Concubine Zhao's defense, raised her chin slightly, and said meaningfully: "I know who it is."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Concubine Zhao to respond, she only took a deep look at her, then flung her sleeves and went back to Feng En Hall.

Gao Sheng was very considerate, and before leaving, he did not forget to bid farewell to Concubine Zhao, and followed in a hurry.

Naturally, Jiang Zhao didn't want to stay at the banquet anymore, and after returning home, he drank a few more glasses of wine with his courtiers, and then excused himself to be unwell to leave the banquet.

She had indeed drank a lot tonight, her eyes were not very clear, so naturally no one stopped her, so Qi Qi respectfully sent Long live.

Knowing that she was in a bad mood, Gao Sheng'an followed the imperial chariot all the way and dared not talk to her. Taking advantage of Jiang Zhao's inattention, he even brought a young eunuch out to send him to run back to report to Aunt Qingshi, and asked the bedroom to prepare hangover soup first.

Jiang Zhao sat on the imperial chariot, with one hand leaning on the armrest, his eyes slightly closed, not sure if he was really asleep or just pretending to be asleep.

"Gao Sheng'an." The person on the imperial chariot suddenly said.

"The slave is here!" Gao Sheng'an immediately responded reflexively.

He knew His Majesty's habits, when he was in a good mood, he would miss his old friendship, call him Father Gao, when he was in a bad mood, he would call him by his first name, and sometimes he would call him stupid.

Your Majesty's temper is getting bigger and bigger, and her temperament is getting more and more unpredictable. Gao Sheng'an doesn't need to think too much about it. It's just since her identity was revealed and Xie Jin left her in the cold. Except for acting good in front of Xie Jin, everyone seems to be displeased. .

He had been in the palace for decades, and he finally made it through. He didn't want to be assigned to the clothing bureau when he was old. After all, his old face was not as good as when he was young.

Life is not easy, the manager sighed, Gao Sheng'an hastily leaned over to obey His Majesty's orders.

However, His Majesty lowered his arms, revealing a small red face, his eyes were blurred, obviously drunk.

"I'm 19 years old." Jiang Zhaozui was drunk, but not confused.

Gao Sheng An Liuxu flattered and said: "Your Majesty is in full bloom, with a dragon and a phoenix, and will definitely become a generation of Mingjun in the future!"

Jiang Zhao glanced at him, and seeing him shrinking his neck, he sneered and said, "I've heard enough of these words tonight, and my ears are full of cocoons."

His Majesty was complaining, but Gao Sheng'an only dared to listen with his ears upright, and did not dare to respond casually.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhao didn't intend to continue this topic. He raised his eyes and looked ahead, and asked, "How long will it take to get to the bedroom? I'm tired, and I'm going to bed when I go back."

I knew that she was indeed tired today, but according to the habit of previous years, she would leave the banquet no matter how late she would go to Gong Zhengsi, but she never said she was tired at that time.

Thinking of this, Gao Sheng'an felt sorry for her again, and asked bravely, "Then do you want to... see Miss Xie?"

"Who are you seeing?" Jiang Zhao closed his eyes against the evening breeze, and didn't turn his head around.

Gao Sheng'an whispered: "Xie Sizheng."

Jiang Zhao was silent for the first time, he didn't say that he was going to see him, and he didn't lose his temper when he was offended, but just lowered his head without saying a word, as if he was really tired, so he fell asleep so easily.

"Your Majesty." Gao Sheng'an called her again: "Go back to the palace and sleep again, it's easy to catch cold."

Jiang Zhao then slowly opened his eyes again, a tear fell down the tip of his nose, Gao Sheng'an pretended not to see it, pointed at the dark sky with his whisk, pretending to be surprised: "Your Majesty, look, there are so many stars tonight. It's all for His Majesty to congratulate Qianqiu!"

Jiang Zhao followed his guidance and looked up, and sure enough, the sky was full of stars.

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