Jiang Suizhou scolded him in his heart.
Kneel you? Break your leg, try it on your knees.
He raised his head to look at the back lord, his gaze swept all the way, and he saw that most of the courtiers around him were gloating and looking at him in time.
For them, watching the poster make things difficult for him and Huo Wujiu, it must be the show they have been waiting for for a long time.
He paused, stood up, Shi Shiran turned around and bowed to the back master.
"My wife is rude, and ask the emperor brother to forgive me." He said.
When the master heard this, he slowly chewed the balls in his mouth, and said with a lazy smile: "Well, forgive me. But how do you plan to let me forgive me?"
Jiang Suizhou glanced at Huo Wujiu beside him.
"Although the legs and feet of this thing are inconvenient, there must be no less what you should do." His eyes were cold and contemptuous, as if he had been provoked by muddy things, and his tone was a bit of impatience and hatred.
As he said, he raised his eyes to look back at Meng Qianshan and said.
"Don't take him over yet? Even if he is dragging, let him knock his head on the emperor brother."
The last few words were almost squeezed out from between the teeth.
It is not difficult to see that the Royal Highness Jing really hated and disliked the Huo Wujiu who was stuffed into his mansion.
Just like that, lock people in the room and toss them
The post-master's expression became more and more excited.
And Meng Qianshan, who stood behind the seat, was stunned.
The prince has to pretend to hate Madam Huo, he knows... But, actually want to move the real thing
This... How can this be good!
But at this moment, he saw Jiang Suizhou frown slightly, looking at him coldly.
"Be careful with your hands and feet," he said. "Don't let the dirty blood from his legs get on the carpet, and make the emperor's brother unhappy with the white."
The grand banquet in the palace, especially the birthday of the emperor, is never seen the slightest bloody, it is the special attention of the Jing Dynasty.
Hearing this, the postmaster really asked, "What dirty blood?"
Jiang Suizhou glanced at Meng Qianshan, blinked slowly, and then said quietly, "It's nothing, just be careful."
After speaking, he looked at Meng Qianshan again.
"Dare to get a little bit on the ground, this king wants your head."
Meng Qianshan jumped in surprise, and the next moment he met Jiang Suizhou's eyes.
He was immediately blessed to the soul.
That's right... The prince mentioned him before going out today!
Meng Qianshan quickly turned around and knelt down towards the back master with a puff.
"Your Majesty, help! Madam’s leg... Yesterday I asked the prince to give it to the prince... The prince was also accidental! The wound on Madam’s leg now bleeds when touched, and it hasn’t been scarred yet... Minion, the slave dare not give it to the emperor Provoking bad luck!"
He was trembling and trembling, and everyone immediately heard that it must be Jiang Suizhou who abused others yesterday.
The post master was quite refreshed.
Sure enough, the uncle was right. The most interesting thing is not to beat the dogs, but to put two dogs in a circle and watch them bite each other.
but…
Shuangguishuang, but it really made Huo Wujiu bloody kowtow at his banquet, and he couldn't do it either-he wasn't afraid of the fate of his ancestors, but because of inauspiciousness, he was afraid that God would have eyes and would jeopardize his life.
But the face that should be regained cannot be lost.
The rear master smiled a little deeper, and his eyes circled between Jiang Suizhou and Huo Wujiu.
Finally, he looked at Jiang Suizhou.
"Forget it. Bloody, I am not such an unreasonable person," he said.
Jiang Suizhou let out a sigh of relief, but did not forget to show some unwillingness on his face.
He even stared at Huo Wugui coldly.
But before he was completely relieved, the master spoke again.
"However, since he is your concubine, you two are more or less one and the same?" The master said with a smile.
Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes to look at him.
Seeing that the master smiled triumphantly, he said, "You kneel for him."
All the courtiers all sat on the seats, all eyes were staring at him.
… The latter clearly took the opportunity to step on his face again.
Jiang Suizhou took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.
He knew that this dead faint king got Pang Shao's guidance and would never give up.
Forget it, for the sake of Huo Wujiu, did he suffer less from the postmaster? It's only a shame to kowtow too much now, it's not a big deal.
He quickly completed the psychological construction, never forgetting to show an embarrassing look on his face, looked at the posterior, and only waited for the posterior to force him again, he drove the duck on the shelf and knocked the head.
But at this moment, a deep voice sounded in the silent hall.
"Why does he do it for me?"
With a bit of contempt.
Jiang Suizhou was taken aback.
What is Huo Wujiao doing!
He looked back in surprise, and the officials in the palace also looked at Huo Wujiu one after another.
He saw Huo Wu Jiuduan sitting on the wheelchair, raising his head, and looking at the back master.
At this moment, he slightly raised the corner of his lips, lazily showing a provocative smile to the queen.
For a moment, as if the sun was shining into a deep valley, that public and sharp appearance, like a battle flag re-raised by the wind, like a beacon on the city, suddenly shining brightly.
It seemed that this should be his original appearance, freshly clothed and angry, proud and sharp.
Jiang Suizhou heard Huo Wugui continue to say.
"I, Huo Wujiu, as a minister, only kneel down on my own monarch." He said slowly. "What qualifications does he have to replace me?"
The rising tail sound is steady and proud.
The queen master suddenly became so angry that his eyes became round.
"Your monarch?" He gritted his teeth. "You Huo, you are originally my courtier of Dajing, you are my watchdog, what monarch do you have?"
Seeing that Huo Wujiao seemed to hear some joke, he laughed and shook his head.
Jiang Suizhou saw Huo Wugui smile for the first time.
A bit wild, but extremely dazzling, like a blade buried in the sand, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.
"Even if the Huo family is a guard dog, now, it is not driven by you." He said. "The ancestors have said that the North will reject foreign enemies in order to guard Yecheng-the emperor. Three years ago, Yecheng was lost by your father."
The host was so angry that he trembled.
He is embarrassed to say? Yecheng was beaten down by his self-proclaimed loyal Huo family!
This is obviously slapped him in the face. He couldn't wait for someone to tie Huo Wujiu down immediately, chop up pieces to feed the dog.
But it doesn't work. My uncle said that if this person keeps it, there is still a lot of use. Besides, only by keeping him alive can he be tortured and make him worse than dead...
The posterior main eye was about to split, and after taking a few deep breaths, he looked at Pang Shao as if for help.
And Jiang Suizhou, who was standing under the stairs, was already so happy that he could hardly hide the corner of his mouth.
Although he knew that since the master left Huo Wujiu's life, he would not easily kill him, but he did not expect that Huo Wujiu would actually rely on this to openly challenge the latter at the banquet.
Was he so irritating? It's no wonder that if you don't talk at all, it turns out to be clumsy!
Jiang Suizhou only felt very happy, but he still remembered clearly that he still needed to say something at this time, otherwise, if he didn't speak, the lord would start to do it.
Even if you don't kill Huo Wugui, he won't have a good end today. Jiang Suizhou grabbed the jade lamp on the table and slammed it directly on the table in front of Huo Wujiu.
A small jade cup is not lethal, but it suddenly smashed on the corner of the table, and a sharp sound was enough to startle everyone around.
Jiang Suizhou turned to him, gritted his teeth, his expression gloomy, as if he was hiding a bit of anger.
"Very good." He paused, and even because of his extremely weak body forbearing his anger, his breath began to tremble.
"It seems that the king hasn't taught you how to shut up."
The last few words, gritted teeth, gloomy and creepy.
All the officials felt that if it hadn't been the feast of the queen at this time, the furious King Jing would have rushed forward and grabbed Huo Wujiu's neck.
When the master saw this, his anger was finally pressed for two points.
Yes, there is also King Jing, there is no need for him to do it himself, which ruined his birthday celebration.
Huo Wujiao dared to speak so loudly, and when he returned to Prince Jing's Mansion, he would definitely not be able to survive or die.
Under the high platform, his uncle also shook his head slightly at him, in order to let him press down on his anger, not to get angry.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words out of his teeth.
"Disappointment," he said. "Okay, I'm hungry, let's have a banquet."
Suddenly, the courtiers hurriedly raised their glasses nonchalantly, the silk and bamboo orchestra sounded, and a magnificent peaceful music sounded immediately, as if desperately driving away the talented swords.
The latter took a sip of wine.
strange.
Although a dog bites a dog, it looks so bloody, but how can you always feel... They bite together, and it makes you not a little advantage
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Jiang Suizhou could vaguely see why Huo Wujiu did this.
He couldn't believe it.
Could it be that Huo Wujiu really took such a big risk, just to prevent him from kowtowing this head to the postmaster alone
Huo Wujiu definitely knows better than him. The postmaster is a bastard regardless of occasion. It is very likely that in a rage, he will be dragged back to the jail for cramps and skinning in front of hundreds of civil and military officials.
Jiang Suizhou's heart was quite shaken.
But he didn't dare to look at Huo Wugui with one more glance.
He still had to put on a cold look at this time, taking Huo Wugui on his side as air. He didn't take a few mouthfuls of the dishes on his table, only occasionally drank a glass of wine.
And the officials in the palace did not dare to provoke him. When you came and went to toast, you also tacitly avoided Jiang Suizhou's table case.
On the contrary, Jiang Suizhou saved a lot of trouble.
The rain outside the door was pattering, and there was no sign of it. Amidst the gleaming lights, the arrogances crossed, and gradually, everyone became drunk.
Some ministers began to step forward and toast the latter.
Sitting at the table, Jiang Suizhou listened boredly to their happy birthday greetings, occasionally glanced at Huo Wugui from the corner of his light, involuntarily recounting what had just happened in his heart.
At this moment, he heard a voice from the front of the stairs.
The population was quite good. He chatted for a long time without finishing his congratulations. Jiang Suizhou was a little surprised when he heard it, and he glanced lightly.
… Chen Ti
It was the man who asked his wife to hand over the post to Huo Wujiao so that he could enjoy the flowers.
Jiang Suizhou took a sip from his teacup.
Speaking of flattering, this person is indeed a good player of all kinds, and it is no wonder that he can get along well with Pang Shao's hands.
But at this moment, he heard Chen Ti who had drunk the wine in the glass and then opened his mouth.
"Your Majesty, I am overjoyed today, the minister is brazen, and wants to ask your Majesty for grace." He said with a grin.
Then I heard the Lord asked: "What? You say it."
Seeing Chen Ti holding the cup, he smiled.
"A few days ago, Jian Jing handed a post to Prince Jing's Mansion, wanting to invite Madam Huo to enjoy the flowers. But Madam Huo came here for the first time, and she was a little cautious, so she retired this post."
As he said, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Suizhou's table with a smile.
"Jian Jingsheng was afraid of neglecting His Royal Highness King Jing, so he made a special trip to ask his majesty to beg for his majesty. After half a month, Mrs. Zhunhuo will come to the minister's humble house for the feast of flowers."