When the hall was quiet, everyone waited for Emperor Qingping to speak.
According to the rules of previous years, Emperor Qingping had to ask the prince who won the championship what reward he wanted, and give a few words of praise.
But this year is different, the prince who won the championship is Xue Yan.
For a time, everyone present involuntarily looked in the direction of Emperor Qingping, waiting to see what he would say.
But Emperor Qingping did not speak for a long time. He stayed where he was for a long time, staring straight at Xue Yan.
Naturally, no one dared to urge him.
Everyone didn't expect him to have such a reaction, and they all looked at each other, not daring to speak.
But everyone who was following Emperor Qingping did not notice that Yi Jieyu, who was sitting among the concubines, showed a rare nervous expression, tightened her palms, and her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh.
After a while, Emperor Qingping spoke.
"Xue Yan, you stay after the banquet," he said.
After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything, and he didn't care about the people who were looking at each other. He just raised his hand and motioned for Sizhu to continue, and let everyone continue the feast.
And the silk handkerchief in Yi Jieyu's hand fell to the ground with the understatement of the Qing Ping Emperor's order.
The peach branch next to it hurried forward to pick it up.
However, when I saw the fine embroidered silk handkerchief, I didn't know when it was wrinkled.
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Only Emperor Qingping himself knew what he was thinking.
Since Xue Yan was born, he has not seen him well. He was quickly sent to Yan County by soldiers in his infancy, and when he was about fifteen years old, he returned to Chang'an.
He had never taken a close look at Xue Yan's appearance, so today he suddenly realized how much Xue Yan looks like Concubine Rong.
Leaving aside the pair of amber pupils, the corners of his brows and eyes were all marked by Concubine Rong. It's just that Xue Yan's brows are sharper, and his eyes are not as innocent as Concubine Rong's, but much colder.
At this time, he was sitting on the high hall, looking down at Xue Yan from top to bottom. Taking advantage of the wine, he felt a little dazed for a while, as if he had returned to more than ten years ago. He was sitting in the hall like this, seeing Concubine Rong for the first time and watching her dance for him.
This was the first time that Emperor Qing Ping clearly realized that this was his and Concubine Rong's child. This child looked very much like Concubine Rong.
It was rare for him to not be able to grasp it for a long time, and he gave this command that made everyone unbelievable.
Because of his abnormality, in the second half of the banquet, everyone was a drunkard and didn't want to drink.
Emperor Qingping was helped to rest in the apse, and as soon as he sat down, he asked Lingfu to bring Xue Yan in.
Lingfu hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Emperor Qingping asked coldly, holding his forehead, seeing that he had not moved for a long time.
Lingfu bowed over and persuaded in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what did you call him to do?"
Emperor Qing Ping was drunk, and his temper was also a bit bigger.
"Why, I have to ask your opinion when I do things?"
Lingfu hurriedly said: "The servants dare not! It's just that the Lord of Qin Tianjian said that day, saying that the evil star has changed recently, and the servants are also worried about the emperor's dragon body..."
"Isn't that no change?" Emperor Qingping interrupted him suddenly.
Lingfu hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to apologize.
Emperor Qingping waved his hand impatiently: "Go out and bring Xue Yan here."
Lingfu bowed and stepped out, hiding all his emotions and calculations in his eyes.
Sure enough, Yi Jieyu lost her hand, and even led Qin Tianjian to lose her credibility with His Majesty.
She must make some arrangements in time for the new year to bring back the hexagram of Qin Tianjian. Lingfu thought about it.
Emperor Qingping sat on the chair with his head propped up, and not long after he heard footsteps coming from the front hall. He raised his eyes and saw Xue Yan silently following behind Lingfu, silently walking up to him and saluting.
"Let's be flat." Emperor Qing Ping raised his hand, pointed to the position of his lower head, and motioned him to sit over.
Xue Yan took a seat there.
The palace maid stepped forward and poured sober tea, and Emperor Qingping took a sip, waiting for Xue Yan to speak first. But he sat there, silent for a long time, like a log.
If it were put on weekdays, Emperor Qing Ping would definitely feel slighted, and he would definitely lose his temper. But he was drunk today, and he was reminded of Concubine Rong. At this time, facing Xue Yan, who was born by Concubine Rong, he showed extraordinary patience.
"You are very good at archery." Emperor Qingping spoke first. "King Yan taught you very well."
Xue Yan said: "Father is wrong."
He sat there coldly, watching the drunk state of Emperor Qingping.
Emperor Qing Ping drank too much alcohol at the moment, and he was not guarded at all, and he didn't hide it at all, showing his truest thoughts on his face. Xue Yan especially despised him for being so pompous, and let him show his true feelings there, but Xue Yan watched from the sidelines, as if he was watching a play.
In his opinion, the Qing Ping Emperor's rare emotion is ridiculously cheap. But because he is an emperor, it is still somewhat useful.
No, the eunuch next to him thought how well he was covering up, but he was still so nervous that his forehead was sweating
Xue Yan raised the corner of his lips calmly.
A few days ago, the deceased returned the information, saying that the medicine was obtained by the Xu family, and it was sent by the servants of the Xu family when the master was visiting Yi Jieyu when he was in and out of the palace.
Because they found the Xu family, they also found an interesting secret report and gave it to Xue Yan together.
Lingtai Lang of Qin Tianjian had some old times with Yijieyu. When Yijieyu entered the palace, he chased the carriage all the way to the gate of the palace. Not long after that, this person entered the court as an official and entered the Qintian Prison.
Now it seems that not only Qin Tianjian, but even the eunuch beside the emperor is also the person beside Yi Jieyu.
Xue Yan glanced at Lingfu lightly, and then withdrew his eyes. He had already followed the vine in his heart and sorted out the relationship between them.
And the Qing Ping Emperor on the seat was still there, reminiscing about it.
"King Yan was my second brother back then." He leaned slowly on the chair, resting on the armrest with one hand, and tapped on and off under his hand. "When he was young, he was highly skilled in martial arts and good at writing. The emperor's favorite was him. It's just a pity, God is jealous of Yingcai..."
Having said this, Emperor Qingping paused and put away the rest of the words.
Xue Yan saw that there was a little edge in his hazy drunk eyes. But it was fleeting, he stopped talking, and the sharpness of that moment disappeared.
"It's your mother-in-law." Emperor Qingping looked at Xue Yan again, and continued. "You go back to the palace for so many days, and you often go to her palace to worship her tablet."
Xue Yan said: "My son obeys the order."
Emperor Qing Ping looked at him, and after a while, he sighed with a rare sigh.
It's all about life. He was drunk and sensual, leaning back in his chair thinking. If it wasn't for this child's fate, how could he be separated from his father and son? Now that I am not close to myself at all, it is a bit pitiful to think about it.
His attitude made Lingfu next to him like a great enemy, but Xue Yan sneered in his heart.
People who drink too much are most likely to be manipulated by their emotions. Plenum will teach them to be paralyzed by intoxication in their daily calculations. He looked sincere at the moment, but he moved himself through drunkenness, and when he wakes up tomorrow, there is nothing he can do.
If you really believe his attitude, you are really sick.
Xue Yan sat there bored, just waiting for Emperor Qing Ping to quickly finish those useless emotions so that he could be put back.
After a long time, Emperor Qingping finally felt tired. He raised his hand, Ling Fu would agree, and hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up.
"I haven't asked you yet, what reward do you want for winning the championship today?" Emperor Qingping asked.
Xue Yan raised his eyes and looked at him, thinking in his heart, it was quite useful to have spent a long time here today.
There, Emperor Qingping continued to say to himself: "You can boldly say anything you lack in your palace, or what kind of grace you want from me. It is rare for me to test you once. No matter how precious things are, you can afford them. of."
Most of his words were aroused by his nostalgia for Concubine Rong, and it was inevitable that he was a bit big-mouthed, but when he looked at Xue Yan, his eyes were rarely sincere.
This child is pitiful, and it is also appropriate to give him some royal favors and give him some rewards. Presumably this child will know his difficulties, and he will be grateful to Dade.
Xue Yan bowed at him righteously, and spoke calmly without thinking about it.
"My son doesn't want anything, I just want to ask my father for a lamp."
He didn't even care about Emperor Qing Ping's charity, and he didn't bother to ask for it. What he wants, he will take it himself, no one can give it, and no one can stop it.
What he wanted was an unremarkable lamp that someone liked very much.
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Jun Huailang returned to Mingluan Palace ahead of schedule at night, thinking that Emperor Qingping deliberately kept Xue Yan behind, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.
When he saw Emperor Ping's expression clearly, it didn't look like he was angry, but he was rarely kind.
However, he was more worried about Xue Yan.
Xue Yan is different from others. He is taciturn, does not know how to be sophisticated, and carries a terrifying fate on his back. Originally, Emperor Qingping was afraid that he was a malevolent star, and even if he was a little kinder today, it was hard to guarantee that he would not be angered by Xue Yan again and cause him trouble.
After Jun Huailang returned to the east hall, he wanted to wait for Xue Yan to come back and ask about the situation.
But he didn't return for a long time, Jun Huailang ate some wine again today, and gradually fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes again, it was the next morning.
When he got up, he saw that the surroundings were peaceful and quiet, the sun was shining outside the window, and he could hear the thrush under the porch.
"When did the Fifth Highness come back last night?" he asked when Fuyi was serving him to clean his face.
Fu Yi said, "I don't know about this servant. I think it's too late for the Fifth Highness to come back."
Jun Huailang frowned, and after cleaning his face, he got up and asked Fuyi to wait for him to put on his robes. He had to go to the West Side Hall first.
"Master, should we go after the meal?" Fu Yi persuaded him while changing his clothes. "Although the Fifth Highness said that he came back later, there was no movement last night, and there has always been no major event."
Jun Huailang shook his head: "Let's take a look."
He knew Xue Yan. If you put it on others, you really don't have to worry, but if it is Xue Yan, it will be different.
No matter what happened to him, when did he speak? Even if he was beaten by Emperor Qing Ping last night, he would still be silent when he came back at night.
Thinking of this, Jun Huailang became more and more uncertain. He hurriedly changed his robes, wrapped his cloak, and pushed open the door and walked out.
The sun was shining brightly outside the door.
The snow in winter is white and crystal clear, reflecting the winter sun, making the red walls and green tiles especially bright.
And under his porch, there was a touch of crystal clear light green, when Jun Huailang raised his head, he bumped into his eyes.
Clear and crystal clear, the sun shines on it, shining brightly. The silky green on the top is translucent and bright. Under the sunlight, it seems to be alive. From a distance, the bamboo shadow swaying.
It was last night that he glanced at the glazed palace lantern at the entrance of Changchun Tower.