Want to win the palace fight? Better to be crazy than to be idiotic!

Su Feiran took his seat and saw that it was the turn of Jingcai artist Song Chengpei to perform.

Song Chengpei originally planned to put on a big show, but later on he became addicted to listening to Su Feiran's storytelling and lost his ambition. At this time, he could only put on a mediocre dress-up show.

Her creativity was novel, and even though her performance had many flaws, it still made the sisters laugh.

However, Su Feiran and Qin Fengan watched many similar performances by clubs during their college years. Compared with the performances by college students, Song Chengpei's dress-changing show was just average, with nothing particularly outstanding.

Xie Zhiqi was watching with great interest, and Su Feiran was not surprised.

Xie Zhiqi likes to dress herself up on weekdays. She puts a flower in her hair today and wears a contrasting dress tomorrow, which coincides with Song Chengpei's choice.

After Song Chengpei's performance, Xie Zhiqi was still not satisfied. She smiled and said to Su Feiran, "I think her white crane fairy outfit matches the big white flower on your head quite well. If she grows a pair of wings on her back, it will be even better!"

Su Feiran was still immersed in depression, but after hearing what Xie Zhiqi said, she remembered that there was such a thing on her head, and she felt even more depressed.

She reached out and touched her forehead, feeling the rough texture of the mixture of oil paint and rouge on her fingertips.

Apart from anything else, the quality of the cosmetics distributed by the palace is really good and can last perfectly all day long.

"What were you doing just now? You missed An Cairen and Gu Cairen's performances!"

Seeing that Su Feiran ignored her, Xie Zhiqi leaned over curiously.

Su Feiran knew Gu Cairen. Not only had he met her when he paid his respects at Chitang Garden, but he also would chat with her when they met by chance during their daily walks.

But who is An Cairen?

"An Cairen?" Su Feiran thought about who this person was, "Do I know him?"

"Well......"

Xie Zhiqi poked her chin with her finger and thought for a while before answering,

"It seems you haven't seen her. She was ill a while ago and hasn't even come to pay her respects to Concubine Jia."

Su Feiran and Xie Zhiqi briefly chatted about An Cairen. Xie Zhiqi said that An Cairen was still ill and had to perform at the shareholders' meeting in order to see the emperor. He was very ambitious.

After only a short conversation, Chun Cairen came forward with a gift. I don't know what she picked as a gift, but the object was small and exquisite, square, and seemed to be placed in a gift box, and she held it in her palm. There was also a piece of red cloth covering the gift box, which made it look more solemn and luxurious.

Ma Shuya bowed to Qin Fengan who was sitting in a high seat, and showed everyone what was in her palm.

"The red cloth hasn't even been lifted yet, what's there to see? My sisters are looking forward to seeing what's inside!" said Gu Yinfeng, a talented lady, with a smile.

Song Chengpei, who had just sat down at the meeting, also started to make a noise, "Chun Cairen, since you've already brought it out, why are you still hiding it? Hurry up and open our eyes!"

Zeng Wenxin sat next to Gu Yinfeng and Song Chengpei, but she saw more than Gu Yinfeng.

"Although Concubine Chun has been in the palace for a long time, just looking at this piece of red cloth, you can tell how unfavored concubines are treated in the palace." Zeng Wenxin chuckled, "Look at the cloth she used to cover the gift box. It's not a good material and there are stains on it. If Concubine Chun was more favored, she wouldn't have done such an ugly thing in public."

"How do you know this isn't Pure Talent's plan?" Gu Yinfeng disagreed and replied with a smile, "Your Majesty is kind, maybe he'll care after seeing this."

Everyone was chattering about what Chun Cairen was holding. Qin Fengan was also smiling, looking forward to the moment when Ma Shuya lifted the red cloth.

Although the venue was not as solemn as when it first opened, and was even a little noisy, Qin Fengan enjoyed this kind of lively atmosphere.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival night, the full moon is bright, the flowers are blooming. The curtains are rustling, and the wanderers are eager to return home.

Only by indulging in the chattering and laughter could Qin Fengan escape from the sentimentality of Mid-Autumn Festival homesickness. It felt like he had drunk strong liquor, and was intoxicated by the gentleness of the pillow.

Qin Feng'an threw away the teacup, filled himself a cup of warm wine, and chanted to the moon.

"Today's people cannot see the ancient moon, but today's moon once illuminated the ancients."

Qin Feng'an recited poems and drank, with a blush on his face.

The concubines present looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one could or dared to continue his poem. So they would flatter him by saying things like "Your Majesty is a poet" or "Your Majesty is a great poet" and they would never go wrong.

A gust of cold wind blew through the hall, and the flowers, plants and trees in the imperial garden rustled in the wind.

The wine was slightly cold and Qin Feng'an shivered violently. Eunuch Zhang quickly put a cloak on him.

Qin Feng'an pulled over his cloak, stared at the wine cup in a daze, listened to the flattery of the crowd, and thought to himself, how boring.

Su Feiran glanced at Qin Fengan's lonely expression and sighed.

She never liked drinking, she only thought it was bitter. But the moonlight tonight was also bitter, like coptis root and gentian, and like her hometown thousands of miles away, which she could only see from afar and could never reach in her lifetime.

That day, Qin Feng'an mentioned to her that perhaps they would never be able to return to the modern era in this lifetime, so she ordered Qin Feng'an to shut up and not say such unlucky words.

Later, she didn't want to see Qin Fengan because Qin Fengan always told her to make the best of it.

However, deep down in her heart, Su Feiran also agreed with Qin Fengan's pessimism. She was just angry at Qin Fengan, thinking that he was too realistic, realistic enough to throw the naked truth in her face when she was unprepared.

It's too cruel that there's not even room for sweet dreams.

They have no idea what time travel is, and they don't dare to use radical means to try possible ways to travel back to the modern era.

Perhaps they will really spend their whole lives in the deep palace, then die of old age, becoming a footnote in future history books.

In that case, why not let go of the obsession?

While everyone was discussing, Su Feiran stood up with his wine glass in hand and replied to Qin Fengan loudly:

"I only wish that when I sing and drink, the moonlight will always shine in the golden cup!"

After saying that, she raised her head and drank the osmanthus wine in the glass!

Even the sweetness of osmanthus can't save the taste of the wine. It's spicy in the throat and bitter in the aftertaste. It's really not good to drink.

But this time, Su Feiran could understand why some people love drinking - the bitterness in the mouth can make people temporarily ignore the bitterness in their hearts, it is indeed a good medicine to dispel depression.

Qin Fengan and Su Feiran looked at each other, and they saw the loneliness in each other's eyes, and the gratitude for meeting each other in a foreign land.

Today, all the flowers are competing for beauty. Qin Feng'an has never found so many talented and beautiful concubines in the back garden before. They have different personalities and each has its own merits. Compared with them, Su Feiran, who knows her inside out, is inevitably a little dim.

No matter how immature Qin Feng'an was, he was just a teenager, at the time when love began to stir, so it was inevitable that he would indulge in beauty and novelty.

Su Feiran was the exact opposite of him. Although she was a big talker who said she wanted to see all the great men in the world, she never kept her eyes on any one person for long.

She was like a breeze passing through the flowers, which, after being stained with a little fragrance, withdrew and flew freely and unrestrainedly to a farther place.

The two are so different, their personalities are worlds apart.

In the past few weeks, they were just grasshoppers on a rope. They were tied together by fate, with different interests and different conversations. They were sure that if they returned to the present, they would be strangers, like two parallel lines that would never intersect.

But on the fifteenth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, under the full moon, their feelings were like two glasses of liquor with different flavors poured into the same pool of wine, slowly blending until they became indistinguishable from each other.