Shen Jiayan was living a carefree life in Tingchan Temple, but after hearing what happened to Su Yun, Mrs. Yan cried loudly and cursed Su Yichen incessantly.
Both Yan Shi and Yan Yu are the same kind of people in their bones - rather teach me to blame the world, don't teach the world to blame me. It can only be that they frame others, and it won't work if others fight back; it can only be that they bully others, and it won't work if others step on them in turn.
Yan Shi looked at Su Yun whose demeanor seemed to have changed overnight, and the resentment towards Su Yichen in his heart reached its peak.
If it wasn't because that bitch ran away, how could his son have suffered such a shameful humiliation
Yan hugged Su Yun out of breath and cried for a while, but after calming down, she still gritted her teeth and said, "Yun'er, you must never tell your father about this! Otherwise, according to your father's temperament, in the future The Su Mansion is either the third child or the fourth child, we can't make wedding dresses for others."
Su Yun sneered in Yan's arms: "Mother, don't worry, the boy knows the stakes, so he can't talk nonsense! It's just that the boy also has one thing and needs mother's help."
"Jun'er, tell me, tell me! Even if my mother risked her life, she would definitely do it for you." Yan embraced Su Yun and agreed without hesitation.
"Tomorrow is the Flower God's Festival. The emperor will invite all the ministers to a banquet, and the national teacher Fanyin and Su Yichen will also go." Su Yun handed the powder made from pills to Yan's hand, "Mother, you also have people in the palace. Tomorrow If you can seal this powder in the candle on the altar, you will be doing your son a favor."
This pill was the most effective pill that he secretly placed in the space when he was a cowherd.
Not to mention the medicinal effect of the powder made from the whole pill, even if ordinary people inhale a little of this powder, they will not be able to bear it.
Su Yun's eyes were full of sarcasm: not swayed by money and beauty? Heh, he really wants to see how the Fanyin national teacher, who is not swayed by beauty, will make a fool of himself in front of everyone.
The Flower God Festival is the birthday of the Flower God. And because of the saying that "the king of flowers is in charge of the birth of the world", so on that day, folks have the custom of appreciating the magic lamp of flowers and cutting five-color paper to the flower branches.
In the palace, the emperor will entertain his ministers on that day. At the same time, ministers can also bring their family members to participate. If the young lady of any family is right, she can also ask the emperor to order a marriage and make a good story.
Sanskrit, as the teacher of the state, will perform sacrificial dances to worship the Flower God every time it comes to the Flower God Festival.
Yan took the powder without asking what the effect of the powder was, and a vicious look flashed in her eyes: "Jun'er, don't worry, my mother will definitely do it for you properly, and I will never let you People can find any handle."
Su Yun nodded slightly, looking very satisfied.
Flora Festival. Inside the palace.
It was night, the moon was curved like a hook, and the clear moonlight poured into the imperial garden.
Against the backdrop of green leaves, the overlapping white lotuses in the pool are more shy and beautiful, and the faint fragrance of lotus floating in the air is refreshing. Both sides of the path paved with white jade are covered with crystal orchids, which are crystal clear like jade handles, shining and moist.
The delicately crafted lanterns are engraved with pictures of all kinds of beauties, and the candlelight inside illuminates the delicacies on the table.
There is a full set of famille rose longevity set meals on the desk, accompanied by silver wine glasses, which is magnificent. Bird's nest chicken soup, stewed bear's paw in fish house, steamed deer tail, hibiscus eggs... you can fly in the sky, run on land, swim in the sea, everything you need, it can be said that it is extremely extravagant.
The ministers were all praising the Seventh Prince Yu Chiyan's job well done! Even the emperor's face was flushed, and his expression was quite satisfied.
The crown prince and the sixth prince congratulated Yu Chiyan with a half-hearted smile, and the two sang together as if they were singing an opera.
"Brother, you said that this biting dog never barks?" The sixth prince picked up his wine glass and raised it to the seventh prince, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.
"Yes, sixth." The prince snorted coldly, "You said that we have been fighting all these years, but the most ineffective people took advantage of it."
"Who let some people have no skills at all, they just play tricks and pretend to be pitiful. Aren't they just like his mother and concubine back then?" The sixth prince glanced at Yu Chi Yan aloofly, his disdain beyond words.
"It's a pity, even if you try your best, it's useless." The prince sneered, "Back then, I deliberately wrestled to arouse the pity of my father. After a meal, he was thrown into the cold palace. Tsk tsk, it is really too clever to make all the calculations, and it cost Qingqing's life instead!"
Speaking of this, the prince deliberately turned his head and asked Yu Chiyan: "Seventh brother, do you think so?"
The smile on Yu Chiyan's face was still warm, and he said neither humble nor overbearing: "Brother said yes, then it is." But the hand hidden in the sleeve had veins burst out, and blood was pinched from the palm of the hand.
The sixth prince wanted to say something to humiliate Yu Chiyan, but the dull drumbeat of "Dong Dong" on the altar had already sounded.
Everyone looked up at the sacrificial altar. Sanskrit was wearing a complicated and noble sacrificial robe, with Sanskrit characters embroidered with gold threads. Just in time with the rhythm of the drums, they danced a sacrificial dance.
Sacrifice, first to heaven, second to earth, and third to flower god.
Sanskrit's eyes were slightly closed, and he murmured prayers, and the flickering candlelight cast a faint brilliance on his whole body, like an exiled immortal who stepped on the moon, with a holy demeanor.
After Su Yun saw the Sanskrit sound, he was in a daze.
People are always attracted to things that are completely different from themselves. The more you struggle in the mud and darkness, the easier it is to yearn for a sunny place.
How attractive would it be if such a lofty, ruthless and loveless person could be pulled down from the altar and let him be tainted with love and love in the world of mortals
Su Yun changed his mind almost the moment he looked at Sanskrit - he didn't intend to destroy Sanskrit anymore, he wanted this person to belong to him, completely to him!
So, as soon as the Sanskrit dance was over, Su Yun immediately went forward and reached out to help him: "National Teacher, your complexion is not very good, how about I help you to rest?"
Sanskrit's eyes were blurred, he just felt that he was so hot that he couldn't even see who was helping him. He only remembered that he smelled a strange fragrance on the altar just now, so someone should have poisoned him.
But what kind of poison is so weird? Apart from fever all over the body and weakness in the limbs, there is no other abnormality
Sanskrit's brows were slightly folded, with forbearance on his face, he stretched out his hand to push back: "Don't touch the poor monk." For some reason, when he touched the skin of the visitor, he felt a chill, which was very comfortable. It's just that this person's touch is too slippery, and he doesn't like it.
Su Yun had to reach out to help Sanskrit. Shen Jiayan had already run over from not far away: "Master, what's wrong with you?" He was still holding two lanterns, one hibiscus and one lotus.
Hearing Shen Jiayan's familiar "Master", Sanskrit barely regained consciousness.
Sanskrit pushed Su Yun away, and grabbed Shen Jiayan's sleeves tightly with his slender fingers, like a drowning person finally catching a piece of driftwood: "Yun Chen, I feel a little uncomfortable as a teacher, you can help me to rest for a while .”
"Okay." Shen Jiayan hesitated for a moment, threw away the hibiscus lantern in his left hand, and put Fanyin on his body, clasping his fingers tightly.
Sanskrit's sleeve slid down, revealing the Buddha string inside. The dark Buddhist beads set off the vermilion red beans, it is really beautiful.
It's just that Su Yun's eyes darkened the moment he saw the Buddha string. He had an impression of the red beans on the Buddha skewer, he had seen it in Su Yichen's room.
It is said that it was a relic left to him by Su Yichen's mother, and it was also a token of love between his mother and Prime Minister Su back then. But now it is in Sanskrit's hands...
Su Yun's expression was a bit ugly: "I can't tell Su Yichen that you still have some skills."
Shen Jiayan didn't bother to talk to Su Yun, so she dragged the Sanskrit voice and walked to Yuchiyan's inner hall. But he was stopped by Su Yun in the middle: "Second brother, don't you really want to know what happened to the Fanyin national teacher?"
While Su Yun was speaking, Sanskrit's hot breath spat out between Shen Jiayan's neck, causing a burst of numbness, and Shen Jiayan's legs almost gave way and fell to the ground.
Shen Jiayan subconsciously thought of something, looked at Su Yun with a pair of beautiful eyes and anger, and asked, "What did you do?"
Su Yun smiled softly, stuck out her tongue and licked her lips: "I didn't do anything, I just did what you wanted to do but didn't dare to do."
Shen Jiayan suddenly remembered the plot in the materials he had read: "You drugged him!"
It's just that it says on the information that "Sanskrit has fallen into the plot of a traitor, so she has a relationship with Su Yun". Now it seems that whether this "treacher" is actually Su Yun himself is still open to question.
Su Yun's eyes widened in surprise: "I can't tell, Su Yichen, you're not too stupid."
Shen Jiayan couldn't help scolding Su Yun: "Despicable."
"Su Yichen, the medicine I gave him has no solution." Su Yun smiled confidently: "If you don't give me someone, you will have to use yourself as the antidote. Are you not afraid that he will wake up? In the future, I will loathe you, hate you, and think that you have ruined his heart to Buddha, so in the end he can't even be a teacher and student?"
"But I'm different." Su Yun stretched out his hand to pick up the Sanskrit voice, "Anyway, you also called me despicable, I'm not afraid of these."
Shen Jiayan took a few steps back, but did not hand over the person to him as Su Yun had imagined. Instead, she pushed Sanskrit on her body again: "Su Yun, if this medicine really has no solution. Then I would rather destroy him with my own hands than you."
After saying this, Shen Jiayan ignored Su Yun's ugly face and helped Sanskrit to leave.