Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Chapter 917: spirits

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Seeing Jian Ruocheng at this moment, Zhu Feng's face seemed to darken, he waved his hand so that the queen and the people behind him didn't have to follow, and then walked over slowly.

"Jane, Ruo, Cheng."

Jian Ruocheng stood up straight, and bowed respectfully to him: "Cao Min pays homage to the emperor."

"you-"

Zhu Feng walked up to him, looked him up and down, and said with a half-smile, "I didn't expect to see you here."

Jian Ruocheng smiled and said: "Caomin knows that the emperor is about to move the capital to Beiping and will pass through Tianjin, but they have been looking forward to meeting the emperor."

"So, you already knew I was coming."

"yes… "

"It seems that you have seen through everything I want to do."

"..."

This sentence is a little dangerous.

Jian Ruocheng still had a very decent smile on his face, but his breath sank slightly, and then he said: "Although the grassroots don't have the salary to eat the emperor, as a staff member of Prince Ning's residence, it is also the job of the grassroots to share the worries and problems of the emperor. .”

Zhu Feng stared at him for a while, and then said, "It's a bit of a shame to only let you be an aide."

"..."

"With such determination and ability, it's not impossible for you to be a prime minister."

"How dare grass people."

Zhu Feng hooked the corners of his lips, and stopped looking at him, but shifted his gaze to Nan Yan again.

Nan Yan originally stood aside cautiously, watching the two of them talk.

This pair of former rulers and ministers, seeing each other now, is completely different from the past. Jian Ruocheng is neither humble nor overbearing, Zhu Feng is neither happy nor angry, everything seems to be very peaceful.

But for some reason, listening to their peaceful conversation, Nan Yan felt like breaking out in a cold sweat.

When Zhu Feng looked at her, she lowered her head subconsciously: "Your Majesty."

"..."

Zhu Feng's face darkened slightly.

After looking at her for a while, he said, "You came too early."

"… yes."

I don't know what these words mean, Nan Yan didn't dare to answer them indiscriminately, but after saying these words, Zhu Feng didn't say anything, but turned around and walked forward.

"..."

The two people who stayed here seemed subconsciously relieved.

They looked at each other.

Jian Ruocheng smiled at her.

Nan Yan also smiled inexplicably.

She thought for a while and said, "By the way, you just—"

Jian Ruocheng looked at her with serious and focused eyes: "Huh?"

Nan Yan originally wanted to ask him if he was looking at him outside just now, but for some reason, looking at his eyes, he couldn't ask this question.

At this moment, Zhu Feng had already walked to the table directly above and sat down. King Ning naturally sat beside him, as the host, and said to the crowd: "Everyone, please take a seat."

Jian Ruocheng still looked at Nan Yan, Nan Yan thought for a while, then smiled and said, "It's nothing."

Nian Qiu came over to support her, went to his seat and sat down.

Because the dust-cleaning banquet was held at King Ning's place, King Ning and Zhu Feng sat directly above, the Queen sat beside Zhu Feng, and in the lobby, there were several tables on both sides. It was Zhu Feng's concubine, and on the other side was King Ning's people.

Although there are not many concubines in Zhu Feng's harem, they cannot all attend, so only nine or more concubines can be present.

Nanyan naturally sat at the top of this side.

Sitting opposite her was the most important and most trusted chief staff member of King Ning's mansion, Jian Ruocheng.

Two people, face to face again.

However, in order not to overstep, Jian Ruocheng kept his head down.

However, even with his head down, he could still feel a gaze staring at him blazingly, as if trying to see through his body.

At this moment, King Ning smiled and said, "Your Majesty, this dust-cleaning feast can be regarded as a family feast between my ministers and the Emperor. Congratulations, Your Majesty, who is about to fulfill his dream and move the capital to Beiping."

Looking up, Zhu Xuan was sitting on his seat, holding a glass of wine, and said to Zhu Feng with a smile: "I will congratulate the emperor with a glass of thin wine."

Zhu Feng smiled.

He also picked up the wine glass on the table, and said: "This time, it is also thanks to you, Lao Qi, who shared my worries and problems."

"Where, my younger brother dare not take credit for it."

As they said that, the two of them waved their hands to the people below, and everyone raised their glasses of wine.

Nan Yan only took a sip, and immediately frowned from the heat.

What a strong drink!

Looking at the people around him, everyone was a bit uncomfortable with this kind of strong wine. Jian Ruocheng who was on the opposite side only took a sip and immediately put down his glass.

Instead, the two people sitting above drank it all in one gulp.

Zhu Feng smiled and said, "This wine is not bad."

King Ning Zhuxuan immediately smiled and said: "Your brother knows that the drinks in the south are actually not to the emperor's taste. The emperor must still like to drink such strong wine."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zhu Feng said with a smile: "That's right, it seems that you, the seventh, understand what I mean."

"..."

"For so many years, what I have always missed is the strong wine in the north."

King Ning immediately said: "Tomorrow is the big day for the emperor to move the capital, such an important moment, it is natural to celebrate it well, and I will toast the emperor again."

"Come!"

The attendant holding the wine jug behind him immediately stepped forward and poured wine for them again.

After it was filled, the two raised their glasses and drank it down again.

Zhu Feng laughed loudly and said, "Happy!"

And Ye Zheng at the side, seeing this situation, couldn't help frowning.

In fact, he is no stranger to Zhu Feng like this. He used to guard Beiping. When he was in the army, as long as he was not fighting, Zhu Feng would often drink wildly with his subordinates. No.

Emotions are also drunk in wine.

So in the army, he has a large number of subordinates who can work for him.

However, since Emperor Wen ascended the throne and began to cut down the vassal, and he was also determined to seize the world, after he listened to He Yi's advice, he almost never drank like this.

Especially, after ascending the throne.

As an emperor, he must always be cautious in his words and deeds, and not be too greedy to cause trouble. Therefore, even if no one persuades him, even if he drinks, he is very restrained.

But, he looks like this now—

Ye Zheng took a step forward and said softly, "Your Majesty."

Zhu Feng glanced at him and said, "Huh?"

"I'm going to Beiping tomorrow, and the emperor has to go to the altar to offer sacrifices first, so it's better not to drink this wine."

"..."

Zhu Feng frowned.

After a few glasses of wine, his face turned a little red, as if he was already slightly drunk.

At this moment, King Ning smiled and said, "Lord Ye really did his duty."

"..."

"However, the quality of wine is the purest, even better than water. Therefore, since ancient times, wine has been used in sacrifices to heaven and earth. Tomorrow is the emperor's big day. This king and the emperor drink wine to celebrate in advance. It's okay, right?"