Hua Rong had already heard Wanwan talk about how Wang Junhua used tricks to make friends with various religions. She was afraid that if this continued, it would be even more difficult to expose her face. She wanted to make Wang Junhua "show her face", so she sang with Wanwan: "Haha, Mrs. Qin My memory is really bad. My family was accidentally trapped in the Jin camp once, and I saw the fourth prince rescuing Mrs. Qin, how could I not remember it? "
Wanwan laughed loudly: "Mrs. Qin is such a smart and smart person, so she is very frightened. Not only does she not remember the fourth prince, but she also doesn't remember Sister Hua..."
It is a well-known fact that Hua Rong fell into the Jin camp and escaped alone, but this was the first time he heard that Wang Junhua was actually rescued by the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, and everyone whispered.
Originally, there was a competitive mentality between women. Some women were dazzled when they saw her being flattered everywhere. Even Wu Jinnu and others saw that she was favored by officials. Although it was necessary to balance the power, it was obvious that The hairpin was dangling from side to side, but it was still an eyesore, and in my heart I was actually expecting her to show off her ugliness and act nice.
Wang Junhua had never encountered such embarrassment in his life. After all, he felt guilty and was speechless. After a while, his heart moved and he looked at Princess Tianwei.
Her move was to kill the fish and kill the net. Anyway, Tianwei was also in Jinying. She was a princess and was about to leave the cabinet. Her reputation was more important than herself. When she was about to speak, Wu Jinnu saw that the situation was not right and hurriedly said: "Here are the refreshments." Okay, everyone, please try the snacks first..."
The awkward atmosphere eased slightly. Wang Junhua hurriedly picked up a piece of snack and offered it to Concubine Pan Xian: "Concubine Xian, please taste it first..."
Concubine Pan Xian had a good personal relationship with her, but when she saw her embarrassment, she scolded Wanwan: "The princess must not listen to the rumors of the captives. My sisters have already suffered misfortune, so why bother adding to the misfortune?"
When Hua Rong saw this stupid woman, she actually slapped Wanwan with a big hat. Is Wang Junhua her sister? Wang Junhua is the fourth prince’s spy! Wanwan was furious, Hua Rong smiled faintly and winked at Wanwan. Wanwan was about to retaliate, so she had to hold back.
Wang Junhua breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he must not show weakness at this time, otherwise, he would really give someone a handle. He immediately became active again, and the hairpin on his head kept dangling. But as soon as he saw The other female family members looked at her strangely, and she felt uneasy in her heart. She knew that there was a lot of gossip between women, and she was afraid that within a day, her gossip would be spread out.
Wanwan whispered: "Sister Hua, this hairpin is a reward from the government."
No wonder so!
Hua Rong was a little confused for a moment. He didn't know what Zhao Deji had planned. He said in front of him that he was suspicious of Qin Hui and others. However, he turned around and rewarded Wang Junhua. Could it be that he was really moved during his affair with Wang Junhua? Sincerely
However, according to her understanding of Zhao Deji, when a disaster strikes, a person who doesn't even care about Concubine Pan Xian, Wu Jinnu, etc. and only escapes for his own life, how can he have any true feelings for Wang Junhua
The reason why she came to the banquet was not because of the invitation from Concubine Pan Xian and others. The main purpose was to see Wang Junhua's movements and judge her influence before considering the next step. The reason for the insinuation was just a slight warning.
She was holding a cup of tea, and Wanwan was sitting upright. Even though the garden was full of chrysanthemums, it was not much fun to look at it.
At this time, I suddenly heard a report: "The Emperor has arrived."
Everyone immediately knelt down to greet them, and Zhao Deji laughed loudly: "No need to be formal, everyone has a great time admiring chrysanthemums today, please have a great time..."
When Wang Junhua saw the emperor's appearance, she was like a huge savior. Inadvertently, she sat next to Wu Jinnu on the right hand side of the emperor. She quietly observed the order and saw that except for the concubines, she was the one who sat the highest among the female relatives. Being close to the emperor is the most honorable one, but Hua Rong is sitting in a very inconspicuous position below.
She was very happy with this invisible arrangement.
Everyone stood up, and Zhao Deji sat in the middle on the dragon chair. He looked around, waved his hand, and saw a lot of beauties vying for beauty. He was really excited: "Since we are appreciating chrysanthemums, how can we not have a title?"
Zhang Yingying was obedient and said, "Your Majesty's birthday is next month, and His Majesty's birthday is the Tianning Festival. Why don't Your Majesty also name the festival?"
Zhao Deji smiled and said: "It's better that Mrs. Zhang knows me. Okay, you can each write a name for the festival, and I will choose it. Today I will enjoy chrysanthemum viewing, and I will watch the beauties here competing for beauty. You might as well have fun. Whoever's festival is chosen will be the winner today. Oiran."
Women have great confidence in their own beauty. Seeing the emperor like this, they are naturally eager to give it a try. Especially Wang Junhua, who is determined to compete for the oiran, is even more secretly thinking.
At that moment, the eunuchs and maidens brought paper and pens, and some of the illiterate female concubines naturally sat and watched. It was time for the literate ones to show off their skills, and they all racked their brains to show not only their calligraphy but also their intelligence.
Hua Rong was shocked when he saw Zhao Deji happily drinking with Wu Jinnu and others. Only then did he understand why Eunuch Kang and others kept saying, "My emperor is like the emperor." It should be noted that not all the female relatives here are Zhao Deji's concubines, most of them are his concubines. What do the family members of ministers outside the palace count as "Oiran" as they are now
Wanwan and Tianwei were also extremely depressed, but they did not dare to disobey orders, so they had to pick up their pens and write casually.
Zhao Deji had naturally seen Hua Rong in the crowd, but he saw that she was elegant and noble, and her appearance was more dignified than before she fell ill. He felt depressed, this was an unspeakable loss - no matter what, this woman was not his. He had already felt for it. She is someone else's wife, and unlike Wang Junhua, she can take the initiative to approach him.
He knew very well that Yue Pengju was not Qin Hui, especially after escaping at sea, and he knew the importance of his trusted generals. Looking at the people inside and outside the empire who could serve to the death, Yue Pengju was the number one, so he had to reuse him, even if he talked with the Jinren. Only by fighting can we promote peace, otherwise there would be no capital for peace talks. He was vaguely afraid of Yue Pengju's bravery, and would never dare to dye his head "green" like Qin Hui, overtly or covertly. In this way, under this subtle mentality , and suddenly felt an indescribable faint hatred - even if this woman doesn't die, she won't get it! If that's the case, why are you getting close to her
Seeing that Hua Rong didn't pick up his pen, he felt even more unhappy, but he didn't say anything and just drank the wine presented by Zhang Yingying and others.
The female relatives finished writing one after another, and the palace maid collected it and handed it to Zhao Deji. Zhao Deji read and praised it, and went back and forth to choose. Finally, he chose the "Jiaqing Festival" proposed by Wang Junhua and the "Tianshen Festival" proposed by Wu Jinnu. When it came time to make a decision, , but it is difficult to distinguish Xuan Yu.
When Wang Junhua saw that he had been chosen, he was very happy, but he deliberately said modestly: "The slaves are ignorant and do not dare to compare with Mrs. Wu."
Why doesn't Wu Jinnu know her thoughts? He said: "Jiaqing Festival is the birthday of Emperor Yin of the Later Han Dynasty."
Zhao Deji was very surprised, clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "Thankfully Mrs. Wu is knowledgeable about the past and the present, otherwise, wouldn't she have the same name?"
Wu Jinnu said: "Since I have been serving your majesty, I have worked hard to study and dare not let it go to waste."
Wang Junhua secretly hated Wu Jinnu, but she was satisfied with the result. It would not be a good thing if Qingzhi stole the limelight from the concubines.
Zhao Deji said with a smile: "According to Madam Wu, it was designated as Tianshen Festival. Madam Wu is the well-deserved oiran today. And Mrs. Qin is also a talented person, so she is the deputy oiran..."
This sentence "Deputy Oiran" really made Wang Junhua happy. He was even happier than being an Oiran. The palace maid brought two large blooming chrysanthemums. Zhao Deji took them with his own hands and tied them on Wu Jinnu's hairpin and then on Wang Junhua's hairpin.
The emperor's hairpin is a great honor and favor, comparable to that of the number one scholar. Wang Junhua knelt down to express his gratitude: "In the past, the master of the slave family had a hairpin for the number one scholar. Today, the slave is lucky enough to receive a hairpin from the official family. It is a great kindness and virtue. It is really the legacy of our ancestors..."
What a great ancestor.
All the female relatives were busy congratulating the emperor and the two courtesans.
Hua Rong sat aside, feeling the chill on his vest, and then he understood what the emperor looked like when he became ridiculous.
"My emperor is like the emperor." For such a person to revitalize the Song Dynasty, it is undoubtedly a dream.
Zhao Deji glanced at Hua Rong inadvertently, but seeing that she didn't speak much from beginning to end, and didn't write about any festivals, he felt slightly unhappy, so he said lightly: "Mrs. Yue, why don't you write? Could it be that you don't write too? Literacy?"
Hua Rong smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, I forgive you. Hua Rong has never picked up a pen since he was injured. He has almost forgotten how to write. He is confused all day long and does not dare to show his shame."
The first time he called her "Mrs. Yue", Hua Rong also called him "Your Majesty". Invisibly, the former "Ninth Prince" and "Rong'er" disappeared in the bustling dust of the palace.
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The oiran made a plan, and the climax of the banquet arrived. Wang Junhua wore a golden chrysanthemum given by the emperor on his head, chatted and laughed with everyone, and toasted to Zhao Deji cup after cup.
The female family members soon started a new game, drinking and drinking. After each word card, one had to recite a poem. The concubines were the most active, and they often spoke in perfect sentences. Wu Jinnu looked in all directions. Over the years, she He understands Guan Jia’s thoughts best. Although he keeps a distant distance from Hua Rong, Guan Jia is moody. Who knows what he really means? Therefore, seeing this, I made several tactful and clever arrangements, staggering the word cards every time Hua Rong waited, so as not to disappoint everyone when she declined.
In this way, everyone is happy. On the surface, the female relatives are lively and lively. Even Zhao Deji can't feel anything wrong. He glances around and feels that the whole garden is full of joy.
After all, Wang Junhua didn't read much, so after a few sentences, he showed his flaws and said a slang. This made everyone laugh. Wanwan was so angry that her eyes almost fell off, but Tianwei was secretly sad and just asked Get married as soon as possible and stay in the palace as little as possible from now on.
Wang Junhua came over with a wine glass, full of ambition, the golden hairpin and golden chrysanthemum swaying on his head: "I would like to offer you a glass of wine, Princess."
Tianwei reluctantly drank it.
She walked towards Wanwan again, but Wanwan turned her head to one side and snorted: "I don't drink, so you don't have to worry."
Zhao Deji shouted: "Wanwan, Mrs. Qin is kind enough to honor you, why don't you drink?"
Wanwan hated it, but she didn't dare to disobey Brother Ninth's wishes, so she had to pick up the wine glass.
Wang Junhua didn't take it seriously and walked towards Hua Rong: "Mrs. Yue, you are a heroine. I have long admired you. If I have the opportunity today, I will express my feelings and offer you a toast..."
Hua Rong smiled faintly, without looking at the wine glass next to her or standing up. She just said, "Thank you, Mrs. Qin, for your kindness. People who don't know about it would think that Mrs. Qin is today's hostess. The wine from Song Dynasty, It’s no better than the fatty pork plate from the Kingdom of Jin.”