The eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month is the emperor's birthday.
Wen Chan got up early in the morning, yawned sleepily and looked out the window, suddenly saw white catkins floating like catkins.
He was a little surprised, and asked Ah Fu beside him, "Is it snowing today?"
Ah Fu replied, "Your Highness, I heard from the night watchman that it started to fall in the middle of the night, and now the snow outside is as thick as the sole of a shoe."
Wen Chan didn't speak anymore, and looked out of the window again, Ren Gongren dressed him neatly, and walked out of the palace door with warm hands in his arms.
At this time, the sky was gray and bright, light snow was floating all over the sky, mixed with a chill, the palace walls, roofs, and steps were covered with a layer of white, clean and clean.
He raised his head slightly, exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and stood quietly under the eaves.
Ah Fu respectfully waited beside him, waving his hand to make the palace servants retreat one by one.
I don't know how long I stood there, when Wen Chan's whole face was cold, he moved his feet and said, "Let's go."
The emperor always liked to entertain all the officials in the capital on the birthday, so he specially built a palace for the banquet, which was named "Hall of Heshou".
Wen Chan felt that part of the reason why he liked to join in the fun so much was because he was influenced by the emperor. After he became emperor, he had a small banquet for three days and a big banquet for five days.
No matter what, today is also a big day. No one among the officials dared to be negligent. They drove to the palace in their own carriages neatly, and the continuous team opened a conspicuous path in the snowy road.
Wen Chan's carriage moved extremely slowly, and it took more than half an hour to arrive at the Heshou Hall. When he entered, there were already many people in the hall.
In the capital, the Zhong family and Xie family who are now holding power, the famous Zhao family and Qiao family, the beloved He family and the Lu family are mostly here.
He subconsciously glanced around the hall, and found that there was no one he was thinking about, so he withdrew his gaze and walked slowly towards his position.
"Your Highness Ninth Prince." A person came to block his way.
Wen Chan turned his head and saw Liang Shuhong, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and raised a gentle smile, "Mr. Liang, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing?"
"I want to ask His Highness about this. I heard that His Highness has been very uneasy these days." Liang Shuhong frowned slightly. When he heard the news, he was still out of town with his father on official duties. Jingcheng carefully inquired about the situation, but it was difficult to get out.
Later, when he came back, he wanted to go into the palace to have a look, but Xiyang Palace was too heavily guarded, and visits were not allowed at all, so he gave up.
Today, when he got the chance, he always wanted to ask a few questions, but because there were so many people here, he couldn't ask in detail.
Wen Chan's smile remained unchanged, "Everything is fine for me, there were indeed some changes a few days ago, but it's okay."
Liang Shuhong wanted to ask again, but from the corner of his eye, he saw many people gloating and looking at this side, so he nodded and said, "I will visit His Highness again in a few days."
A few days ago, the news that the Ninth Prince was so frightened that he cried was still hot now. When some officials and eunuchs looked at him, there was a sneer in their eyes.
But Wen Chan didn't mind, he calmly walked to his seat and sat down, the tenth prince Wen Zhang came over, "Brother Ninth Emperor, have you recovered yet?"
He found it funny, "Why do you ask me this every time you meet me?"
Wen Zhang scratched his head, "Brother Jiuhuang always seems to be getting hurt, I'm worried about your body..."
"I'm not that weak." Wen Chan said with a smile, "After all, he's also Zhang'er's brother, isn't he?"
Wen Zhang nodded, "Brother Huang will naturally not be easily defeated by those villains."
Wen Zhang's mother and concubine are pure and good people, they don't like to compete for favor, but they are very smart. She knows that her son is close to Wen Chan, but she never forces him to stay away from this hapless nine princes like other concubines.
Before this birthday banquet, she had specifically told Wen Zhang not to ask the Ninth Prince anything about assassination and poisoning, and just care about his body.
Wen Zhang firmly remembered that even though he was curious, he refrained from asking.
Wen Chan looked at the several plates of pastries on the table in front of him, picked up one and ate it slowly, his eyes wandered casually in the hall, and finally stopped on the middle-aged man diagonally opposite.
The man was thin and thin, his face was very fair, and the beard on his chin was about half a finger long. When he sat quietly, he always had an uncomfortable feeling on his body.
This person is the current prime minister, Zhong Guoyi.
Wen Chan looked at him with an imperceptible sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Zhong Guoyi, in the previous life you caused me, the Wen family, and the entire people in the capital to suffer so miserably. In this life, it's time for you to pay back those piles.
I don't know if he felt Wen Chan's gaze, but Zhong Guoyi suddenly raised his eyelids to see that Wen Chan didn't rush, deepened his smile, and showed him a pure and kind expression.
Zhong Guoyi didn't even bother to do these superficial efforts, and looked away with a cold face.
Wen Chan also turned his head and looked towards the main hall. At this moment, Liang Yanbei came in dressed in brocade, stepping on the cold snow.
As soon as he came in, there was a lot of discussion immediately. He was clearly following behind Liang Jun, but he gathered thousands of eyes.
It's no wonder, but he only came to the capital for a year, and he didn't even have an official position, but he did a great thing, made great contributions, and even Liang Jun's official position was promoted along with it.
The true color of a teenager, high-spirited.
In just one year, Liang Yanbei has become a representative of the younger generation in the capital, together with Xie Zhaoxue who is "good at martial arts", Liang Shuhong who is "good at writing", and Zhong Wenjin who is "good and evil" and has become the four young people in the capital.
Of course, the "good and evil" here refers to being good at doing evil.
Liang Yanbei glanced briefly around, and immediately met Wen Chan, and finally saw the person who was thinking about half a month. Liang Yanbei did not hide his emotions at all, and his eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile.
It melts the cold snow in an instant, and the warmth is harmonious.
Wen Chan's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, he quickly turned his eyes away, lowered his head indifferently, and did not respond to the suspicious eyes cast by the surrounding officials.
Also, during the Shangyuan Festival this year, everyone could see that the relationship between the Ninth Prince and Liang Yanbei was not compatible. Liang Yanbei invited the Ninth Prince to travel with him several times, but was ruthlessly rejected. Everyone in the capital said Jiu The prince prefers the eldest son Liang who was born as a concubine.
However, no one expected that Liang Yanbei, who had a more noble status, did not back down when he hit a wall, and continued to show his favor to the Ninth Prince as always.
Isn't the Ninth Prince's appearance just like he doesn't want to see
Everyone slandered and speculated, each with their own differences, but Liang Yanbei himself didn't think so much. He still smiled and said hello to his usual friends, and then sat down in his seat.
Everyone sat down according to their status. After Liang Yanbei sat down, he found that there was still a row of people sitting in front of him. It was still a bit difficult to see Wen Chan sitting opposite him.
What's more, Wen Chan is still quite reserved, and he doesn't want to cast his eyes here at all.
Liang Yanbei propped his chin with his hands, his eyes remained motionless, and stared at Wen Chan generously, ignoring the same eyes around him, but in the end Liang Jun couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and said in a low voice, "You always stare at His Highness the Ninth Prince doing what?"
"Father, His Highness Ninth Prince and I are good friends. If such a big incident happened to him, I should at least take care of it." Liang Yanbei said as a matter of course.
"Caring with your eyes?" Liang Jun couldn't help but laugh, "Then your friend is really doing a good job."
"I would like to have other concerns, but I don't have that chance." Liang Yanbei shrugged.
"It's all an excuse, I think you're clearly lustful." Liang Jun moved closer, teasing in a very low voice, "Did you keep staring at His Highness the Ninth Prince because of his good looks? "
Liang Yanbei first raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and then firmly denied, "Father, you think me too superficially."
Liang Jun smacked his lips, turned his head again, glanced at Wen Chan, and emphasized in his heart that this Ninth Highness is really pleasing to the eye.
Not long after, Xie Zhaoxue also entered the hall, but this time he did not bring Zhong Wenjin with him, and followed Xie Chengran alone.
Xie Zhaoxue's contacts were not mentioned, as soon as he entered the door, many young men came up to say hello, Xie Zhaoxue responded one by one with a gentle smile, without the slightest bit of impatience, and the hall became lively for a while.
Wen Chan ate half a plate of dim sum by himself, and glanced outside the hall.
He looked at it for a while, then slowly got up and walked out of the hall, Ah Fu hurriedly followed.
He walked out of the palace gate, glanced left and right, and chose to go right. After walking down the stairs, he left a row of clear footprints along the path.
The snow fell on his hair, and it melted in an instant, leaving small drops of liquid, some of which fell on his face, dispelling the warmth of his body in a moment, and covering him with a layer of cold color.
Turning around in the alley a few times, the bell rang in the palace, which stretched for several miles. When Wen Chan heard it, he turned and walked back, changed direction, and walked to the alley by the side gate of Heshou Palace. A group of palace people came oncoming.
Every palace man holds a tray in his hand, and there are vessels containing soup on the tray.
Wen Chan's eyes were as cold as snow, and his pace was still unhurried, walking towards the group of palace people, all the palace people stood aside and fought, bowing their heads and retreating.
He walked to the center, suddenly slipped his feet, and tilted his body to the side. Fortunately, Ah Fu supported him from behind and stabilized him in time. It was just that he accidentally hit a palace servant's tray in desperation and dropped the utensils. The lid came off a bit and fell on the tray.
The palace maid knelt down in shock, "Your Highness, spare me!"
After Wen Chan stood still, he brushed Ah Fu away, put his hand down to put the lid back on, curled his index finger to lift the maid's chin too high, and the maid looked over.
He smiled brightly, "I seem to have said that your eyes are beautiful, like crabapple flowers in autumn."
The maid's face turned red, and she hurriedly lowered her head.
"It's because I didn't stand firmly just now, which frightened you for no reason. Get up quickly." Wen Chan withdrew his hand and said to the others, "Go in quickly, don't waste the time."
"Yes." The palace people agreed in unison, and after the maid got up, they went to the Heshou Palace together.
Wen Chan was still walking forward, stopped slowly after a few steps, spread out his right palm to catch a few snowflakes, and said calmly, "I don't know which one will be unlucky today?"
"The servant thinks it's fine as long as it's not His Royal Highness." Afo Nuonuo replied.
Wen Chan smiled, "I also don't think it's me."
He stopped at the spot for a while, and then he was about to go back. When he turned around, he saw Liang Yanbei standing not far away, looking at him through the thin snow.
Wen Chan's originally calm heart was shaken for a moment, and he saw Liang Yanbei's expression was strange, first he looked at his face, then moved his eyes down and stopped on his hands.
Then came a questioning voice, "I don't know how your highness felt when you touched someone's chin just now?"