Chongfei Manual

Chapter 108

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The palace banquet has not yet started, and all the ladies and gentlemen gathered in the side hall beside Ronghua Hall.

Wu Rong only came to the emperor and a prince, and there was no woman, so the atmosphere in the side hall was quite harmonious.

I heard that both Empress Chen and Concubine Ning will be present at this palace banquet, and this is the first time Wei Luo has seen Concubine Ning. Although she often went in and out of the palace, she only interacted with Zhao Liuli and the empress, and never dealt with people from Ning Guifei's side. Even Zhao Linlang, she had only met a few times. I saw a woman with a moon-white short jacket and a five-color brocade plate and gold embroidered satin skirt standing next to the hedgehog red sandalwood beauty couch in the middle of the side hall. The end is surrounded by Zhu Huan and emerald green, rich and gorgeous. Presumably she is Ning Guifei, the mother concubine of the fifth prince Zhao Zhang and the seventh princess Zhao Linlang.

On the contrary, although Queen Chen's dress is not as ostentatious as hers, she has a dignified beauty. Empress Chen wore a dark blue rusty phoenix and peony shirt with large sleeves, her hair in a bun, and she wore a water essence hairpin and a jade hairpin. She put on a little makeup, and leaned lazily on the makeup pillow, elegant and pure, pleasing to the eye. Empress Chen was born very well, and when it comes to appearance, she is even better than Concubine Ning. It's just that she doesn't like those rouge, gouache, silk and satin, so she is not as bright as Concubine Ning.

However, this is exactly the difference between the main wife and the concubine's room. The main wife is in charge of the overall situation, and the concubine's room needs to dress up and pretend to please. Wei Luo couldn't help thinking that if she was Emperor Chongzhen, she would definitely like Empress Chen. Being able to fight and get on the stage is much better than a concubine who can only paint and paint.

Wei Luo stepped forward to salute Empress Chen, bent her knees and said with a smile, "Your servants, see the Empress." After a pause, she said to Ning Guifei, "Join the Imperial Concubine."

Empress Chen was very happy to see her, so she called her over and looked at her carefully, "Ah Luo is here, let me take a look at it. Why is there less flesh on her face? Didn't she eat well?"

Speaking of which, this was the first time Wei Luo and Zhao Jie met Empress Chen after they got engaged.

Empress Chen finally arranged for her son's lifelong affairs to be settled, she was very grateful to Wei Luo, and her attitude was much more intimate than before. Not long after they met, the other noble ladies were standing aside, but Empress Chen called her to the front alone, chatting with her casually.

Empress Chen looked at Wei Luo's small face and asked with concern, "Is it too tiring to prepare for marriage? If there is anything missing, just tell me that I will ask Changsheng to prepare..." After a pause, she suddenly smiled and said: "I'm confused again, Changsheng didn't need advice from Bengong, he took care of everything by himself."

Wei Luo didn't expect Empress Chen to say this openly, the smile on her face froze, and she suddenly became embarrassed. Facing the ambiguous gazes of Concubine Ning Gui and Zhao Liuli, she flatly denied it: "No, thank you Empress for your concern..."

Where is she thin? How did the Queen find out? Wei Luo was very puzzled.

It's a pity that Empress Chen was very happy when she talked about her marriage with Zhao Jie, and she didn't listen to her at all, and kept talking: "You don't know, his Prince Jing's mansion has never been taken care of, and it's not in good shape everywhere. The weeds grow half as tall as a person. Recently, I finally got the hang of it and know how to repair the yard. I heard that he has repaired the front hall, the main yard and the back yard, and re-arranged the house, but it still looks the same. decent."

Wei Luo was a little embarrassed, didn't know what to say, so she simply lowered her head, pretending that she didn't understand, and drank her tea seriously.

At this moment, a piercing sound suddenly came from below, with a "snap", as if porcelain fell to the ground.

Everyone followed the sound and saw Gao Danyang standing pale behind the black lacquer and gold inlaid mother-of-pearl square table, bowing to Empress Chen and explaining in an aggrieved tone: "It's all because of my slippery hands, which made my aunt laugh..."

Empress Chen frowned, she didn't know what she was thinking. Where is the slippery hand, it is clearly stimulated by hearing their conversation. To be honest, Empress Chen felt guilty towards her, after all, she delayed her for so long and finally gave her nothing. But he was a little angry at her stubbornness, and he clearly told her clearly that as long as she wanted, he could find a good marriage for her at any time. But she is stubborn, and she will not give up if she doesn't watch Zhao Jie's marriage with her own eyes.

So what if you see it? Is it as embarrassing as it is today? Empress Chen was in a complicated mood, she didn't blame her, she just said: "Go down and change your clothes, I see that you look bad, so take a good rest and take care of your body is important."

The implication is that she doesn't have to come. This is a tactful way to drive her back.

Gao Danyang held back his tears, leaned over and said "yes", turned around and slowly exited the side hall.

When she left, she always felt that people around her cast sympathetic and pitiful glances at her. She couldn't bear this look, held back her tears, and walked faster and faster.

After the banquet, everyone took their seats one after another.

The male and female seats were divided. Emperor Chongzhen entertained his ministers in the Ronghua Hall, while Empress Chen entertained the female relatives in the side hall.

Emperor Chongzhen was wearing a purple and gold crown with twelve dragon patterns and twelve crowns on his head. Although he had passed his age, his appearance was still beautiful and heroic, which remained the same as before.

The ministers of the court bowed their heads and saluted one after another, shouting long live, and Emperor Chongzhen waved his hand and ordered everyone to take their seats. He turned his gaze and landed on Emperor Wu Rong who was at the side, "Brother Wancheng, sit down too."

Emperor Wu Rong, Wan Qiyu, was wearing a crimson purple double-breasted Hu suit. He was a little older than Emperor Chongzhen, with a stalwart figure and a beard around his cheeks. Even so, he still couldn't hide his high nose, deep eyes and handsome facial features. No wonder everyone said that Wu Rong's emperor is an "old emperor". With such a long beard, how can he not look old? In fact, he was only two years older than Emperor Chongzhen.

Wan Qiyu put his left hand on his chest and saluted to express his gratitude to Emperor Chongzhen, and immediately sat behind the Qiaotou table.

Another man wearing a scarlet green narrow-sleeved Hu suit is called Wan Tengzhen, who is the fourth prince Wu Rong who came to Daliang with Wan Tengyu. He was tall and straight, seven feet tall, with a straight nose, handsome profile, and profound features. Perhaps it was the reason why he lived in the grassland all year round. He was exposed to the wind and the sun all day in the wilderness. His skin was a little dark, but it didn't look ugly. On the contrary, it added a bit of masculinity. He sat behind the raised table with Emperor Wu Rong, his body made the table much smaller.

Emperor Chongzhen was very accommodating and motioned for everyone to eat with chopsticks.

After drinking for three rounds, Wan Qizhen raised his glass to Emperor Chongzhen and said: "It is said that the Central Plains has three good things, good wine, good people, and good Fengshui. Now that I come to Daliang to see it, it is really extraordinary. It's just that the king only I have experienced wine and feng shui, but I have never seen the 'people' in it."

He didn't speak the original Chinese well, and he deliberately emphasized the word "person", making it difficult for people to think about it.

The fourth prince Wu Rong has an unruly personality and is used to tricks and tricks, which won the respect of Emperor Wu Rong. If not, this trip to the Central Plains would not bring him alone. I heard that he has outstanding abilities and strong martial arts. He is Wu Rong's number one warrior and the dream lover of all Wu Rong's girls. However, there is one thing that is not very good about him, that is, his love for love. Since he started eating meat at the age of fourteen, there have been a dozen or so concubines in the family alone, not to mention how many women there are outside.

Now when he mentioned women as soon as he opened his mouth, the minister of Daliang didn't show it on his face, but he frowned secretly in his heart.

The Fourth Prince didn't even look at the occasion.

Fortunately, Emperor Chongzhen didn't have the same knowledge as him, so he laughed loudly, "One word from the fourth prince reminds me of a sentence."

Wan Tuzhen raised his eyebrows, "Please tell me, Your Majesty."

Emperor Chongzhen said with deep meaning: "The drunkard's intention is not to drink."

He chuckled softly, noncommittal.

Zhao Jie, who was sitting opposite, remained calm, looking down and playing with the rhinoceros horn-carved hibiscus dragon and phoenix cup in his hand, with a half-real smile on his lips.

Emperor Chongzhen didn't say much, and clapped his hands to signal the dancer to come out.

Not long after, dancing girls in red white butterflies and flower-woven gold shirts filed in from outside the hall. Their waists are golden and flowered with long tassels, and their arms are hung with silk, and their hair is combed with a double bun. Each of them has a light figure, with a willow slender waist, swaying their waists in the center of the hall, raising their bare hands, and dancing to the sound of konghou and pipa.

Girls of the Han people are indeed different from Wu Rong. Wu Rong was born in the grasslands. He has a bold personality and a taller figure. The girl’s family is exposed to the sun all year round. Most of her skin is dark wheat-colored, and occasionally there are one or two wheat-colored ones. Even if the skin is fair, it is incomparable with girls of the Han nationality. The women of the Han nationality are weak and charming, with small and exquisite bodies, and they are incredibly soft. In addition, most of them are raised in deep boudoirs, with delicate skin, delicate and cute personalities, and their gestures are full of charm.

Wan Tuzhen has never fucked a Han woman before, so she doesn't know what it's like, she should be very ecstatic.

He propped his chin and looked at the woman in front of him with great interest, thinking charmingly in his heart, but smiling frankly on his face.

When the emperors of the two countries got together, in addition to discussing the establishment of a state, they could also compare each other. Compared to the land, compared to the common people, compared to the minister... Of course, compared to the son.

Wan Qiyu praised how outstanding his son was, which no one could match. Emperor Chongzhen laughed disapprovingly, and one of the courtiers couldn't help but stood up and said, "I, the Second Prince of Daliang and the Fifth Prince, are also dragons and phoenixes among the people, and they are vigorous and vigorous, and they will definitely not lose to Prince Wu Rong."

When Wan Chengzhen heard the words, he looked at the opposite side, but he didn't pay attention to Zhao Zhang at all, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Jie.

Emperor Wu Rong had complicated feelings towards Zhao Jie, fearing him and disobeying him. After so many years, is it possible that Wu Rong doesn't even have anyone comparable to him? If he can win a round, and see Zhao Jie again in the future, he will no longer be under the psychological shadow. Emperor Wu Rong had a thought, and proposed to Emperor Chongzhen: "In this case, how about letting them compete? Whether it's archery or equestrian skills, it's really not a problem."

Since he opened his mouth, Emperor Chongzhen naturally had no reason to refuse. What's more, he has confidence in his two sons and wants them to win glory for him. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Since that's the case, why don't I hold a riding and archery competition in the future to see who can win the championship, how about it?"

Without even thinking about it, Wan Qiyu nodded and said hello.

Zhao Jie didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, only after Emperor Chongzhen made a decision, he calmly said: "I will obey the arrangement of my father."

Zhao Zhang also stood up to express his opinion.

Emperor Chongzhen looked at the two and nodded with satisfaction.

A palace banquet went smoothly, the atmosphere was harmonious, and an hour passed without knowing it.

Zhao Jie was not very interested in this kind of occasion, and he didn't even look at the chubby dancer in front of him. He was absent-minded the whole time, what could he think? It's nothing more than thinking about a certain little girl in the side hall next door.

I haven't seen her for several days, and I must not let her go first.

Just as he was thinking, a court lady in dark blue clothes came to him, whispered a few words in his ear, and saw him frowning and clenched the teacup in his hand. Not long after the palace man left, he stood up and bid farewell to Emperor Chongzhen: "I will excuse you for a moment."

Emperor Chongzhen thought he was in urgent need, so he let him out without asking any further questions.

On the contrary, Wan Chengzhen raised his eyes and took a look.

After leaving Ronghua Hall, Zhao Jie strode to the downstairs of Xinyan Tower next to Taiye Pool.

In front of the dim moonlit building, stood a little girl wearing a goose-yellow green silk jacket and a pomegranate skirt. When it was cooler at night, she wore a pink feather satin cloak sprinkled with gold thread and embroidered with peonies. She covered her mouth all the time, raised her head, and there was no one around her. She looked a little pitiful for some reason.

Zhao Jie stepped forward, took off his robe and put it on her body, subconsciously asked: "Why are you alone, where is your maid?"

Wei Luo blinked and blinked, even if he came to her, she didn't react at all, she just rolled her eyes and looked at him silently. Only then did Zhao Jie realize what was strange about her, and raised his hand to take her away, "What are you doing covering your mouth, toothache?"

After saying that, with the help of the dim light in front of Xinyan Building, seeing her face clearly, she froze suddenly.

It turned out that Wei Luo didn't cover her mouth, but her nose! Her nose was bleeding, and it didn't stop until now. The blood covered half of her face in a mess, which looked a little scary. Zhao Jie's pupils shrank, obviously frightened, and quickly took out the sweat towel on his body to wipe her nosebleed, "What's going on? Why did you have a nosebleed?"

Wei Luo was also very depressed, with a grumbling tone, both helpless and aggrieved: "Liu Li said that my Qi and blood are poor, so she forced me to drink a bowl of red dates and longan soup."

She had never experienced this kind of thing before, and she wondered if it was because the bowl of soup was so nourishing that she felt a rush of heat gushing out of her nose not long after she drank it. Zhao Liuli was taken aback, and hurriedly wanted to find a doctor for her, but she stopped her. Wei Luo thought it was just a trivial matter, and it would be fine after a while, but after so long, her nose still didn't stop, so Jin Lu could only tell Zhao Liuli to ask the imperial physician to come and have a look.

Zhao Jie wiped her, and just after wiping it clean, blood dripped out again, which seemed to be endless. There is no way to go on like this, I still need to find a doctor.

How much tonic soup did she drink

How much blood can such a small body have? Shouldn't it be over in a while

His forehead twitched, his voice became much colder, he ordered Zhu Geng who was in the dark, "Go and see where the imperial doctor is, why he hasn't come yet."

Zhu Geng answered yes in the dark, and after a few rustles, he disappeared.

Zhao Jie wiped her little face clean again, and carried her to the eight-treasure glazed couch downstairs of Xinyan Tower. He heard that applying cold water to his forehead would stop the bleeding. There was no cold water nearby, and it was late autumn, so the water in Taiye Pool was barely cool. He took the sweat towel and said to Wei Luo, "Ah Luo, wait for me here, lie down and don't move around."

Wei Luo nodded obediently.

Zhao Jie took another look at her before turning around and leaving.

Wei Luo lay listlessly on the couch, thinking that she would never eat longan again... Originally she was very well, but after being forced by Zhao Liuli to drink a bowl of longan soup, she became ill. She was bleeding profusely, and she was a little dizzy at the moment, and everything she saw was blurred. He simply didn't look at it, closed his eyes and waited for Zhao Jie to come back.

Not long after she closed her eyes, she heard footsteps on the opposite side, the steps were steady, very similar to Zhao Jie's.

Wei Luo thought Zhao Jie was back, opened her eyes, sat up and said pitifully, "Big Brother, I'm dizzy..."

She froze for a moment and immediately fell silent.

Who is Zhao Jie in front of him? Wearing a Hu suit from the Western Regions, he has a profound appearance, staring at her intently with a pair of eyes, which is very rude. Wei Luo frowned, and was about to speak when she felt her nose heat up, and immediately a tube of nosebleeds flowed down and dripped onto the couch.