Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 37 He Suigao, the prince is not in a drunken dream, it is you who is in a drunken dream!
At the same time, not far from He Jin's bustling and bustling General Cavalry Mansion, a mansion quietly changed its name.

The original plaque of "Fengche Duwei Mansion" hanging high was replaced with the brand new "Wei Jiangjun Mansion" at some point.

The paint on the plaque was bright and gleamed faintly in the sunlight, but in sharp contrast, the front of the mansion was deserted and almost no one came to congratulate on the replacement of the plaque.

However, even if there was only one guest in this somewhat deserted mansion, his level of nobility far exceeded the sum of all the guests in the General of Chariots and Cavalry's mansion.

This distinguished guest was none other than Crown Prince Liu Bian.

"Your Highness, you see, I haven't prepared anything here. I just prepared a few side dishes, and I plan to drink with a few good friends." He Miao looked embarrassed, his hands rubbing unconsciously in front of him, his body slightly hunched, his eyes full of tension and anxiety.

He did send an invitation to the prince, but the prince did not send anyone to inform him in advance that he would come, so he tacitly assumed that the prince would not attend his banquet.

Of course, how could His Royal Highness the Crown Prince be a rude uninvited guest?

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just missed his second uncle, and for a moment he neglected the small courtesy out of family affection and forgot to reply. But this was all because the Crown Prince loved him. How could the Crown Prince be such a rude person!
Liu Bian glanced at the bowl of boiled beef on the table in front of him, which was sprinkled with a lot of chopped dogwood seeds. He slowly stretched out his right hand, gently pinched a piece of beef with two fingers, and put it into his mouth to chew carefully. With a smile on his face, his eyes slightly narrowed as he savored the food carefully. Then he looked at He Miao and his friends with interest: "Such tender and delicious beef, this is not just a small dish, second uncle."

"Is this a calf that was born not long ago?"

Liu Bian pointed at He Miao, but did not continue to dwell on the issue of the dishes.

When He Miao heard this, a trace of panic quickly flashed across his face. His eyes subconsciously dodged everywhere, and he didn't dare to look directly into Liu Bian's eyes. His hands unconsciously grasped the corners of his clothes.

The Han Code does not prohibit the consumption of beef, but it does prohibit the slaughter of young calves, which means that it is not allowed to slaughter young calves for consumption.

So these calves died of illness or fell to death. In order not to waste food, He Miaocai "had to" drool and asked the chef to cook them into delicacies for him to enjoy.

However, Liu Bian naturally would not bother with He Miao about these things. The law was prepared for the people of low status. Who among the nobles and wealthy families would not be fond of this piece of tender calf meat?

He Miao never relied on his status to do anything wrong, nor did he seize the people's land. Compared with this, eating some calf meat was nothing.

"Okay, second uncle, don't be so tense. Today I am your nephew who came to visit without asking, and I just came to attend your banquet to celebrate your promotion to General Wei." Liu Bian said, casually waving the ivory chopsticks in his hand, and pulling his collar open a little more. His hair was scattered wantonly, and he sat cross-legged on the seat without any scruples. He did not have the demeanor of a prince at all, but looked like a gangster.

Well, that’s not right. It’s His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who has the style of Emperor Taizu Gao!

"But, Your Highness, won't you go to the General of Chariots and Cavalry's residence to celebrate?"

When He Miao was slightly tipsy, there was a faint blush on his face and his eyes were half-closed. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made him braver, so he mentioned it seemingly casually, while quietly observing Liu Bian's reaction from the corner of his eye, and gently shaking the wine cup in his right hand.

"His house is always bustling with people, so how can I be missing someone else?" Liu Bian's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile. He leaned back slightly, one hand casually resting on the edge of the table, and answered slowly, "Besides, he didn't invite me. And I would like to get closer to my second uncle in the future. I just don't know if my second uncle would mind a nephew like me who always comes to ask for money." He Miao threw his head back and laughed heartily. His laughter was so hearty that his body trembled slightly. He slammed the table with his left hand: "Then Your Highness must pay for the meal, otherwise I will be eaten out of money by Your Highness."

Liu Bian didn't say anything, but stared at He Miao, waiting for He Miao to tell him the "meal money" he wanted.

He Miao raised a glass of wine, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp. His face flushed instantly. He swayed his body, and stood up with staggering steps. He said, "If I were to ask you, Your Highness, why don't you just let me relax like you did last time? I haven't listened to music or watched dance for a long time, and the concubines in the mansion are all lonely."

Looking at He Miao, who openly made obscene remarks about him, the crown prince, Liu Bian was not angry at all. Instead, he showed a knowing smile of "I understand, I understand" on his face. He extended his right index finger, pointed at He Miao and said with a smile, "I really envy my second uncle. Unlike me, his nephew, I was born to work hard."

He Miao was granted the title of General of the Guard, with a gold seal and purple ribbon, which was the same rank as the General of the Cavalry and the General of the Chariots and Cavalry, but slightly inferior to the General of the Chariots and Cavalry. He was in charge of the imperial guards and had foresight on government affairs.

"In that case, the five schools of the Northern Army, the Tiger Guards, and the Yulin Cavalry will be led by the captains and lieutenants. This will give my second uncle more time to have children. Otherwise, there will be few people in his family, and mother will blame me for being harsh on him." After Liu Bian finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip, looking at He Miao meaningfully.

He Miao laughed heartily upon hearing this and poured a glass of wine for Liu Bian himself, saying, "If I could be free like this, I would be very happy!"

The atmosphere between the uncle and nephew became more and more harmonious. After three rounds of drinks, Liu Bian saw that it was getting late, so he stretched out his hand to support the table, stood up shakily and prepared to return to the palace.

He Miao personally escorted Liu Bian to the front door and helped him into the carriage. Liu Bian lifted the curtain and looked at He Miao, a little drunkenly: "I came here suddenly today and didn't bring any gifts."

"I remember that my second uncle's original surname was 'Zhu'. I will grant you a favor and from now on, my second uncle can restore his original surname and call himself a son of 'Zhu'."

"I will posthumously confer upon Zhu the title of General of Chariots and Cavalry and Marquis of Wuyin. The Secretariat will issue a decree tomorrow."

When He Miao heard this, his body trembled violently, he knelt down and kowtowed heavily towards the carriage.

"I bow to thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Liu Bian didn't say anything, but leaned his head back slightly, as if he was drunk, leaning against the carriage.

Driving on the street, Dong Zhao, the prince's servant, turned around and glanced through the gap in the carriage at the prince who was snoring inside, revealing a meaningful smile.

Is the prince drunk?
Maybe, but the one who was really drunk was probably someone else.

Whether the prince comes or not is his business, but if you don't invite him, you would be rude.

He Suigao, the prince is not in a drunken dream, it is you who is in a drunken dream!
(End of this chapter)