Priceless: A widow with a baby asks the prince to marry again

Those who can come to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace are not necessarily rich or noble, but only famous and noble! Only the rich are not on the stage in Daxia, and it is difficult to even touch the edge of the palace.

But at this moment, a strong bull with big horns, carrying a skinny old man, suddenly appeared in the southwest corner of the banquet!

The old man was wearing a crooked green Taoist robe. It wasn't dirty, but it was washed so white that it looked very old. It was also loose and didn't fit him well, as if he had stolen someone else's clothes... This attire, coupled with a rough cow, made him look out of place in the palace!

The imperial guards went forward without any orders, surrounded the man and the cow, and took a defensive stance!

"Who are you?!"

I wondered, could he be a big shot? Could this be some special arrangement?

"How did you get in here?"

They were uneasy. It was the guards' fault that such a big cow could come in so quietly!

"Come down! You cannot ride in a carriage or sedan chair when you see the emperor!"

Angry, how can you act so high and mighty in front of the emperor? !

The guards didn't think it was an assassin. This corner was at the end of the banquet, more than ten feet away from the emperor. There were many brave generals at the middle seats, and there were countless guards around! Even if the bull went crazy, there were so many people who risked their lives to protect the emperor, there was no way it could hurt the emperor!

The old Taoist priest shook his head and smiled, without any hostility. His gray-haired and chicken-skinned face was half-smiled, and he sighed and said, "There are so many questions, which one should I answer first?"

The emperor on the high platform couldn't help but reveal a bit of surprise at this sudden situation, but it only lasted for a moment, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

The eunuch Xu next to him shouted, "Who are you?"

"I am a monk..."

The old Taoist priest was answering when he suddenly remembered something and shook his head and said, "I'd better go down first. It doesn't look good to sit like this..."

As he spoke, without any movement, the ox carrying him sat or lay on the ground, and the old Taoist's legs, as thin as bamboo poles, touched the flat blue brick floor.

However, he did not step off the cow as everyone expected. Instead, he held the leg on one side and moved it to the other side with difficulty... He looked like his lower limbs were paralyzed!

The tulle edge loses its focus.

After a brief moment of surprise, Chu Shiyu looked at Liu Rusi. He did not tell her that the master of Baitian Temple was the last prince of the previous dynasty, because it would be dangerous if she knew about it...

However, this old Taoist priest came to the palace, and Tang Zang, who knew his identity, was here. If no one protected him, it would be difficult to resolve the situation... and he vaguely felt that the old Taoist priest's coming was related to them.

Seeing that Liu Rusi also had a worried and concerned look on her face, Chu Shiyu turned around and was about to walk over there.

A small hand grabbed his sleeve. The force was not strong, but it stopped him. Chu Shiyu turned around and looked at her inquiringly.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket. Try to maneuver as much as possible and leave yourself some room..."

Liu Rusi felt that the old Taoist priest was not arranged by Chu Shiyu, but Chu Shiyu might take the old Taoist priest with him by taking her out of the palace. The old Taoist priest had saved them before, and she wanted to protect the old man as much as possible.

But at the same time, she still hoped that Chu Shiyu would not act on impulse.

Chu Shiyu understood her implication, but it was difficult to guarantee it at the moment, so he whispered back, "I'll try my best."

Trying to be as good as possible is already a concession for Chu Shiyu... Liu Rusi suppressed her worries, nodded, let go of her hand, and whispered: "Success will come immediately."

The words were so beautiful that Chu Shiyu couldn't help but smile. He turned around and strode towards that direction, with a cheerful look on his face.

The old Taoist priest tremblingly moved down from the ox's back. The guards around him could certainly help him, but the emperor remained silent, so they naturally would not act on their own.

The old Taoist priest couldn't stand and had to sit on the ground...

When Chu Shiyu walked into the encirclement, the imperial guards did not draw their weapons when they saw that it was Prince Duan. Then, seeing that the emperor did not show any objection, they did not stop him either.

He walked behind the old Taoist priest, held the skinny arms with his big hands, and helped the old Taoist priest up with a little effort!

Even Chu Shiyu was surprised. It was too light!

It was as if I was holding a skeleton in my hand... The words "burnt out" came to my mind...

Chu Shiyu rarely feels compassion for the world, but after all, this old Taoist priest saved Liu Rusi's mother and son and him, so he couldn't help but sigh at the vicissitudes of life.

"Father, may I ask for your permission to take a seat?"

"Did you arrange this old Taoist?" The emperor's tone was flat.

"I prepared a little surprise for my father." Chu Shiyu also looked indifferent.

The emperor's expression remained unchanged, but the subtle sharpness in Ruifeng's eyes disappeared. It was not that he was no longer alert to this sudden change, but if it was Chu Shiyu's work, it would be different.

He is raising a tiger, so he naturally has to be on guard against his sons becoming a threat at any time. If it really comes to the point where he can't prevent it, it means that it's time for him to end.

"Since it is a surprise prepared by Yu'er, I will have to wait and see."

The emperor said calmly: "It's too far over there, please come forward and take a seat."

The emperor looked calm and unguarded, but his subordinates could not. The commander of the imperial guards quietly walked to the emperor's side to protect him immediately! Many other masters gathered quietly and stood diagonally below the platform. Except for the front, they all guarded the platform!

But even so, there are still people who are extremely vigilant!

The bull was seen standing up and walking slowly forward with Prince Duan and the old Taoist priest.

Sitting on the same seat as the Grand Tutor, General Fang Kui of Zhenyuan said, "Your Majesty, if a powerful animal like a cow goes crazy, it will be difficult to stop it! It will disturb the peace of the banquet and even hurt the guests at the banquet!"

The other ministers were confused and had not yet figured it out. They kept silent and waited for a while before the emperor made a decision...

Little Qin Hao, who had been silent for a long time, blinked his big eyes a few times, walked to Chu Shiyu, and called softly: "Godfather, Grandpa Master, can I take Qingyang to play nearby?"

Chu Shiyu nodded gently. Qingyang was born intelligent. Going crazy? He felt that he was more reliable than 90% of the people here! Qin Hao felt safer beside Qingyang!

"I was just about to ask who can look after him for me. You are the best choice." The old Taoist grinned, his deep wrinkles forming a kind arc, his eyebrows visible but not his eyes.

Qingyang had stopped and sat down on the spot again.

Little Qin Hao also nodded happily, but before he went over, he did not forget to say to the emperor on the high platform: "Grandpa Emperor, don't worry, I will take good care of Qingyang!"

The emperor looked amused. How could such a child say that he would guard a bull that was dozens of times heavier than him? However, seeing that they had no intention of letting the bull go forward, he said kindly, "Okay, go and play."

It's the same thing. The emperor can remain calm, but his subordinates cannot.

However, before the ministers could speak, the tall and burly middle-aged general stood up.

Qin Shuangyu clasped his fists towards the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, how about I take care of this cow together with Marquis Chaoyang?"

Fang Kui stopped talking after seeing this. Although he was also a good general, he was better at military tactics than Wei Yu. Wei Yu was an extraordinary martial artist with a natural talent for lifting a tripod. Although it was unrealistic for him to fight a bull with his bare hands, he could still delay the fight for a few seconds, which would be enough time for others to come forward to help.

The emperor nodded in agreement. At this moment, he could more or less tell that Chu Shiyu did not want to fight him. So he watched carefully to see what Chu Shiyu was going to play.

A chair had been placed in the center of the banquet hall, three meters away from the platform. Chu Shiyu half lifted and half supported the old Taoist priest as he sat down on the chair.

Behind.

Qin Shuangyu walked quickly towards the big-horned bull.

Little Qin Hao ran happily to Qingyang, and the two pairs of very different but equally clear and bright big eyes looked at each other warmly.

The child smiled happily, walked forward and hugged the cow's thick neck, then climbed onto the cow's back in a few seconds as nimbly as a little monkey.

Qin Shuangyu slowed down one step away from the big-horned bull.

"Qin Hao? After all, we are still a family... I will stay with you, don't be afraid." The words sounded like a teasing, but the tone was very gentle.

Qin is not a common surname, but there are many people with the surname Qin.

"Are you General Wei Yu, the father of Prince Changtai and Princess Changning?" Little Qin Hao sat on the ox's back. There was no fear or smile on his delicate face, but more of a strange inquiry.

Qin Shuangyu was lost in thought for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Yes."

"Well... I call Princess Changning sister, so should I call you uncle or uncle?" The child seemed innocent.

The burly man couldn't suppress the embarrassment on his resolute face... After a while, he said incoherently: "You should call... you recognize Prince Duan as your foster father... Qin Zhen is Prince Duan's cousin, so... you should call me... Grandpa..."

The child's penetrating eyes looked him up and down. His expression was pure, but it made his tall body tremble nervously. Qin Shuangyu felt as if the past twenty years had been tormented in these few breaths...

"But you look very young. Calling me grandpa makes you look old, doesn't it?" The child's consideration of the title seems to be more inclined towards age rather than seniority.

"I'm forty-four years old now...not young anymore." Qin Shuangyu pulled up the corners of his mouth stiffly and smiled.

"Hmm..." The child seemed to think about it for a moment, and quickly made up his mind: "Since calling you uncle is not appropriate, I will call you General Wei Yu?!"

Bitterness occupied his tough face, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes and throat seemed to be suppressing something...

The long eyelashes in the childish eyes fluttered, and then the child lay leisurely on the cow's back, with his little chin resting between Qingyang's big horns, looking at the lively scene ahead.

The child stopped talking, and the burly general was able to catch his breath and hold the defense line that was about to collapse...

Almost everyone's attention is focused forward.

After the old Taoist priest sat down, Chu Shiyu glanced at Mei Hong who was waiting at the table. After serving the prince for half a year, the maids gradually became like the guards and could understand the prince's intentions from his simple movements.

Mei Hong was nervous, and without hesitation, she picked up a chair and moved it to the side of the prince in the middle of the field, and stood behind the prince. The host of the palace banquet was the emperor, and it was obviously against the rules to sit outside the arranged seats and in the center of the banquet without the emperor's permission!

But Mei Hong's masters are Prince Duan and Madam Liu, not the emperor, so in front of the prince, she will listen to him instead of following the emperor's rules.

Chu Shiyu did not ask the emperor a single question, but placed the chair in front of the old Taoist priest and sat down with his horse and sword in his arms. This position implied surveillance and protection.

At the same time, all the ministers could see that Prince Duan was contradicting the emperor!

However, no one, including the most polite and filial Taifu, criticized the father. The emperor hadn't said anything about the minor conflict between father and son, and if others were to jump out and make a fuss, they might be blamed by the emperor instead.

It would be fine for the other princes to come out, but King Kang was happy to see the third prince risk his life for his beloved. The younger ones didn't dare to provoke the powerful third prince, and the only one who dared to provoke him was far away...

At this moment, Prince Duan was full of unruly aura, and it looked like he would go berserk at the slightest provocation.

Liu Rusi, who was watching silently, was secretly amused. This rebellious young man looked...

"Madam, would you like to sit down?" Chunlan moved a chair to the side of the gauze.

Naturally, Liu Rusi couldn't be as unruly as Chu Shiyu. She looked at Concubine De, who was currently in charge of the female guests, and sought her approval with her eyes.

Although the situation was unclear at the moment, Concubine De did not want to offend Liu easily, so she nodded in agreement after a little thought.

Fang Qiu, who had stood over to watch the fun, whispered to Chunlan, "Please help me too!"

Changning saw that the two of them were going to sit there, and couldn't help but look at her mother to ask. Taihua nodded with a smile, and Changning stood up happily and said to the maid who was still behind her: "Move the chair over there, and move the table too, I want to eat something."

Seeing the three women sitting beside the gauze, looking like they were watching a big show, Concubine De couldn't help but feel a little nervous... There was nothing wrong with watching the show, but the problem was that they were watching the emperor's show so openly... Wasn't that a bit unruly?

Seeing his elegant demeanor, other young noble ladies at the banquet could not help but feel eager to make a move, but most of them did not have the courage to do so. Only a few little princesses quietly asked the palace maids to move their chairs to the side of the gauze.

At the other end of the men's seat, some people naturally noticed that behind the veil were many young women...

But no one wants to take care of this now!

As expected by the ministers, the emperor simply ignored Prince Duan's rude behavior. When he saw them sitting down, he calmly asked, "What's the surprise? Can you tell me now?"

Chu Shiyu did not answer, but glanced at the old Taoist with his young and bright eyes. He didn't know what the old Taoist was going to do, but the old Taoist himself should know his limits.

The old Taoist smiled, looked at the emperor and said, "I am a person who observes the heavens and is entangled in karma. I came here to correct mistakes, report news, and congratulate you."

"Observe the sky?" Tang Zang asked in surprise.

The sharp eyes seemed to want to poke a hole in the skinny old man! There are very few words for observing the sky. Divination, fortune-telling, physiognomy, etc. are commonly used. The last time I heard this word was from Prince Duan...

The old Taoist smiled and turned around and said, "Yes, watching the sky. I have a different focus from you. Your vision is far-reaching and not tainted by the mundane world, but I am trapped in the secular world, like sitting in a dry well, watching the sky..."

When people get old, many of their features will be hidden under scars and wrinkles, and they will become skinny and emaciated, so it is impossible to tell their race... But the age is correct...

Tang hid himself between the old Taoist priest and Prince Duan, unable to suppress his fear!

"Minister Tang, do you have any ideas?" The emperor turned his head to look at him.

Like thunder and lightning, his calculating brain deduced the cause and effect. Prince Duan asked him about the matter of worshipping the master of Tianguan Temple. He probably didn't know it before! But now he knows that this is most likely the last prince of the previous dynasty? Why is he still respectful to him? !

Some of these speculations are ridiculous, but they are growing like crazy! Prince Duan will not betray Daxia, right? !

With all his strength, Tang Zang finally found his voice from his throat that was like it was entangled by a poisonous snake: "Your Majesty, may I ask this man a few questions?"

"You ask." The emperor agreed.

Tang Zang bowed and thanked him, then looked at the old Taoist and asked coldly, "Are you the master of Baitian Temple?"

"Yes." The old Taoist nodded.

Tang Zang was even more nervous, as if he was afraid of the tiger! He asked sternly, "Are you the last prince of the previous dynasty, Boerzhijin Seriguleng?!"

"Yes." The old man nodded.