The Jinluan Palace is solemn and solemn, a place where the courtiers dare not show their grandeur.
He farts in a series, the sound is loud and bright, and the echo is long.
The courtiers were so happy that they couldn't hold it back.
Especially some ministers who usually had a grudge against Chu Shaoyang were overjoyed to see Chu Shaoyang making a fool of himself in public.
But in front of the emperor, they still had to hold it in, and no one dared to say anything for joy, so they had to endure it until their faces turned red, their necks became thick, and their whole bodies twitched.
Even the corners of the emperor's mouth, who was always serious and unsmiling, couldn't help but twitch a few times.
At that moment, Chu Shaoyang just wanted to find a pillar and hit him to death.
He once thought that the scene at the wedding hall was the most humiliating moment in his life, but compared with the current situation, it pales into insignificance.
If there was a crack in the floor tiles on the Golden Palace, he would definitely get in without hesitation.
Fortunately, the emperor who was his uncle gave his nephew a step up and said calmly: "King Dingyuan is not feeling well. There is no need to go to court early. Go back to his mansion and rest."
He felt as if he had been granted amnesty and exited the hall with a frown on his face.
On the way back home, he farted once or twice from time to time.
The anger in Chu Shaoyang's chest was about to burn him, but he couldn't find a place to vent his anger.
Thinking about it with the back of his head, he could guess that the fact that he farted in public in the court today would soon spread throughout the streets and alleys of Kyoto, and by then he would become a complete laughing stock, unable to hold his head up wherever he went.
Damn it! Damn it!
He was so angry that he gritted his teeth. When he dismounted and returned home, he punched the wooden post that tied the horse to pieces, but the anger in his chest still did not vent.
After much thought, he felt that the culprit must be the breakfast meal carefully prepared by Shen Biyun, so he angrily went straight to Zuihua Pavilion to question the crime.
Shen Biyun also had a stomachache all morning, and as soon as Chu Shaoyang left the room with his front legs, she started farting with her back legs.
And one after another, one after another, the gorgeous and exquisite room quickly became smelly.
She almost fainted from her own fart, but she didn't dare to leave the room.
Because there are so many people in the palace, how could her shameful things be known to others? If it reaches the ears of the prince, her good image in his heart will be completely destroyed.
Her personal maid Lanxiang grabbed several handfuls of spices and threw them into the incense burner, and opened all the windows in the room, but the stench still lingered.
Shen Biyun couldn't help but feel anxious secretly. If the prince came back to visit her next time and smelled this unpleasant smell, he would probably be very unhappy.
"Concubine, the prince...he has returned to his residence."
He was really afraid of what he was going to do. After hearing Lan Xiang's report, Shen Biyun wanted to die.
It was too late for her to hide now. The sound of Chu Shaoyang's boots had already arrived at the door of the room.
Shen Biyun bravely went out and bowed to salute.
"My lord, you are back, I..."
Before he finished speaking, he only heard a "pop" sound. The two of them were stunned at the same time, thinking that the fart was caused by themselves.
Look at me, look at you, both Chu Shaoyang and Shen Biyun looked embarrassed.
"Slave, slave, you deserve to die. I didn't do it on purpose. I really couldn't hold it back. Please forgive me, the prince and the concubine."
Lan Xiang knelt down with a plop and kowtowed.
She secretly ate some of the leftover beef soup and chestnut and water chestnut cake, and her stomach began to feel weird. She had been holding back for a long time, but she couldn't hold it back at the last moment.