After the enthronement ceremony, the emperor led hundreds of officials to accept the congratulations from all the people.
In Yanqing Palace, the lanterns hang high, and the fire is booming, which makes the golden dragon and jade pillars more brilliant.
I sat close to the door, and my table was all officials of the same rank, most of them in their thirties. I don't have to get involved in promotion and power, and I'm not very familiar with them. Only the fat man Huang Yingjie can be regarded as an "old acquaintance".
After entering the feast, there are very few people who actually "eat". Some people pick up a pair of chopsticks symbolically, and some simply drink from a cup.
Looking from a distance, the emperor was sitting on the throne of the hall facing south, smiling and toasting frequently. The prime minister on the left prayed, and the king Beichen Shaoyuan on the right, followed by Mo Gaosheng and other leaders. The courtier.
I was looking at whether the swordsman surnamed Xiao was also accompanying you, when suddenly a look met me, I was shocked, it was Beichen Shaoyuan! I can't tell whether the gaze is scrutiny or interest. It's too deep. I can't understand it at all. Of course, I don't want to attract his attention.
After a round of drinking in a mess, I already felt a burning sensation in my stomach. Although I admit that I am not bad at drinking, this fine wine in the palace is very powerful, and drinking such a cow really hurts my health.
I was hungry, but I could only watch as a plate of exquisite dishes were replaced and replaced in front of me.
I was drinking uncomfortably, when the lights in front suddenly dimmed, and the music started.
In the dark place of the central stage of the water pavilion, a huge lotus pedestal slowly rose, with candlelight flickering, and a graceful woman danced gracefully in the haze, her sleeves fluttering, and bright pearls jingled. In the rain of flowers in the sky, the woman dressed in white was like a Yaoxian descending to the world, and her soft waist twisted like a flying snake as she turned up and down, like a dream.
Qingyue's pipa stopped abruptly, the lantern was lit again, and the beautiful woman knelt in the center of the lotus, her body trembling with intense breathing.
"it is good!"
I don't know who shouted first, and suddenly there was an applause and applause.
There is no electronic lighting, no stage special effects, it is really good to be able to do this, and the girl dances well, I can't help but admire in my heart.
"Who is that beauty?" Someone whispered at the same table.
"That's my cousin, her name is Dong Jiaorao!" Huang Yingjie patted her chest, her face brightened.
I can't see that Huang Yingjie's dignified appearance has such a beautiful cousin.
"It turned out to be Mr. Huang's cousin! I heard that this song "Ascension" is extremely difficult to master, and you can't jump to this point in ten years of hard work!"
"That's it! Jiao Rao, but my father spent a lot of money asking her to teach her!"
My boss, that household minister? He put so much thought into it, not just for the song "Ascension".
"Master Jun!"
At this time someone called me, I followed the reputation and saw that the man looked a little funny, with a slightly upturned beard.
"Xiaguan toast to you, congratulations and congratulations!"
"you are-"
"Under the Ministry of Officials, the clerk has succeeded!"
"It turned out to be Mr. Ma! Disrespectful!" I hurriedly raised my glasses.
Ma Chenggong looked flattered and drank it in a hurry.
"Master Jun's hero is a young man, and he must have a bright future!"
"Thank you Lord Ma Jiyan!"
"In the future, Lord Jun will promote me and wait!"
"Yes, yes!" Immediately, many people echoed.
"Undergraduate officials are less talented and less knowledgeable, and I hope that all adults will give me some advice in the future!"
I bowed my head slightly humbly, knowing that all this was just because there was the great Buddha, Jun Qidao, behind me. Sure enough, the faces of the gang were bright, and they seemed to have become my best friends, toasting to each other.
As soon as I started, I couldn't stop, and people at the table took turns to respect me, so I could only drink cup by cup.
I felt dizzy and dizzy from the drink. I only felt that the roast chicken in front of me seemed to be flying, and the human head was swaying vaguely in front of me. I knew that I had been drinking too much, so I swayed out under the pretext of being respectful. Before I went out, my sober mind actually noticed that on this table, there was a person who never respected me, and he didn't even talk to me. Others have spoken, are they too shy, or are they dismissive? But I didn't have the strength to think about it, I just remembered that the man had a big black mole next to the bridge of his nose.