Rebirth: Remarrying the Emperor's Uncle

In this split second, a few sharp-eyed people nearby saw the clump of purple bamboo clearly.

Although it is different from the embroidery on the purse, the same embroidery pattern was used sparingly.

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, "It's bamboo!"

Someone was annoyed, "Huh? It turned out to be bamboo!"

"Such fat bamboo!"

"Ah, I see, it was embroidered by the future Princess Jin... Upon closer inspection, it is very different!"

"The princess really has elegant taste, and the color matching is extremely elegant!"

Everyone turned their eyes to the purse on Zhao Chengyuan's waist, and suddenly felt that the prince was no longer so majestic and inviolable, and became more down-to-earth.

Prince Jin, who always had a cold smile, now had a smile in his eyes, and looked very amiable.

Zhao Chen looked calm, and led Zhao Chengyuan to sit at the main table.

It was already noon at this time, the table was quickly set up, and the aroma of wine was overflowing in the hall.

But with Zhao Chengyuan here, everyone was very reserved, and the banquet hall was never lively.

Zhao Chengyuan only drank a glass of wine, then got up and left the banquet hall.

In the banquet hall, cups of wine were mixed with each other, and laughter and cursing exploded.

Ye Chang, who secretly entrusted someone to make a big bet, earned more than fifty taels of silver with tears in his eyes, and followed out with the silver in his arms.

Zhao Chen walked by Zhao Chengyuan's side, "If the emperor is looking for peace, there is a warm pavilion in the garden, and I will let someone put the table over."

Zhao Chengyuan looked indifferent, "If the prince wants to help others, he should also think about whether others need your help."

Zhao Chen is not surprised, Zhao Chengyuan will see his true intentions, he is too smart, there are not many things that can be hidden from him.I'm afraid that in the end, he was able to hide it from him because he didn't want to know and was willing to be kept from it.

Zhao Chen said, "It's the emperor's uncle's business to have a plan. But, let her die innocently, that's not enough."

Zhao Chengyuan looked at Zhao Chen for a moment, although he looked calm, his whole body was full of hostility, suppressing hatred.

"It really takes such a lot of trouble to pay off your good reputation for a matter that can be settled once you die?"

Zhao Chen was silent.

Arriving at the Nuan Pavilion on the rockery, Fang said, "Let the emperor watch over today's matter, don't interfere."

"This king doesn't like to meddle in other people's business."

Zhao Chengyuan sat down by the window and looked at the scenery in the garden. The location of the small courtyard in the distance has been cleared, exposing the scorched and mottled land, like a scar.

Zhao Chen noticed his gaze, but didn't say much, he just asked his servants to put the food and wine on the low table.

The wine in the Prince's Mansion is strong and thick, and when one swallows it, it rushes to the internal organs like scorching magma.

Zhao Chengyuan put down his wine glass, "There is a kind of wine in the northwest, which is made by mixing two kinds of wine. One is thick wine, the wine soup is as thick as rice soup, and the other is fire wine, which is scorching and strong, like fire. Mix the two wines It is fermented again, and it is called thick fire wine. This wine has a thicker taste than fire wine, but it has more stamina. According to the third prince's drinking capacity, it may not be more than two small jars, and he will be unconscious."

Zhao Chen raised his wine glass, shook it, and drank slowly.

"Uncle Qihuang is very knowledgeable. There are two kinds of wine in the banquet hall, one is thick fire wine, and the other is Luojiangchun. How can Uncle Huang be sure that the third brother must drink this wine?"

Zhao Chengyuan poured another glass for himself, "Double fire wine is extremely popular in the Northwest Army, so it's fine for others. The third prince is a general, and he has no resistance to this kind of hot wine."

Zhao Chen's eyes were frosty, and he said in a low voice, "He can't blame others for his own choice."

"So, today's player is the third prince."

"Seventh Emperor Uncle just look at it."

Zhao Chen and Zhao Chengyuan drank each other, although the wine was strong, both of them had clear eyes.

When Zhao Chengyuan was about to open the second altar, Ye Chang stepped forward to stop him, "My lord can't drink any more, the county magistrate said you are weak, and told the humble officials to watch over you, too much alcohol will hurt your health."

Zhao Chengyuan put down the wine jar, and said with a smile, "It is inevitable that you will not be free if you have a family, so the prince can drink by himself, I will not accompany you."

Zhao Chen's eyes darkened, "Uncle Huang is weak, this is the first time I've heard of Gu."

"My concubine said that I am weak, so that means I am weak. You should pay special attention to your diet. Girls are not allowed to eat raw or cold food."

Most of the dishes on the table were cold, only a stewed venison was warming on the small stove, steaming.

Zhao Chengyuan scooped up a bowl of venison, with soup and water, and a few pieces of yams that nourish yin, invigorate yang and invigorate the spleen and stomach, and started to eat seriously with a spoon.

Zhao Chen drank alone with cold eyes.

"Oh, that's right." Zhao Chengyuan raised his head and said to Ye Chang, "Don't let the princess know about the king's drinking of strong alcohol today. Um... you can tell her about eating venison and yams."

Ye Chang blinked, when did the prince become so childish?Could it be that he was drunk?
Zhao Chengyuan glanced lightly at the bulging silver bag on his waist, Ye Chang was agitated, and hurriedly responded, "The humble official takes orders! If the humble official goes there, the county magistrate will definitely ask the prince about his diet and daily life, and the humble official will definitely not tell the truth , so as not to make the county lord feel distressed and angry!"

Zhao Chengyuan nodded in satisfaction, then lowered his head and ate the venison again.

Zhao Chen also scooped up a bowl of venison yams and ate them silently.

Zhao Chengyuan frowned invisibly, finished a bowl in a few mouthfuls, and added another bowl.

In this way, without much effort, a jar of venison and yams, which is not light in weight, was eaten up by the two uncles and nephews.

The palace servants who came up to withdraw from the banquet were stunned looking at the empty pots with no soup left. The royal banquet has never been so clean before eating.

The uncle and nephew drank a few cups of tea and waited.

Just when the palace servants were about to make tea again, Wei Xiao hurried over, cupped his hands and said, "Prince, something happened in Changchun Garden."

Changchun Garden is a courtyard of the inner house of the Prince's Mansion, quiet and elegant.

Since there is no female relative in the Prince's Mansion, there is no need to shy away from it, this courtyard has always been the exclusive resting place of the third prince Zhao Yin.Sometimes Zhao Yin stayed here to rest after drinking late at the Prince's Mansion.

At this time, many young masters were already surrounded in the yard, their faces were full of interest, and they whispered to each other.

Seeing Zhao Chengyuan and Zhao Chen arriving, everyone automatically made way for them.

With a cold face, Han Sixing stood in the porch angrily, with a county king standing beside him.

The king of the county took a step forward and explained, "The third prince was drunk at noon, so he rested here to sober up. There was an urgent matter in the barracks, and General Cen just sent someone to look for the third prince. We will see you when we come... the third prince and Dingguo The second lady of the government is lying on the bed in disheveled clothes..."

Zhao Chen pushed him away with a dark face, opened the door and entered the room.

In the hall, Zhao Yin sat with a livid face, with a hint of alcohol on his face.

In the inner room next door, a woman's low sobbing sound could be heard. Zhao Chen pulled open the curtain and went in. It was Han Qingwan who was sitting beside the bed crying till it rained.

Although she was barely dressed neatly, the collar of the jacket in the beige was not high enough to cover the bright red marks on her neck.

She looked up at Zhao Chen in panic, and said in a trembling voice, "Prince..."