Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Lu Yi helped Xinrong remove the hairpins and rings bit by bit, "Today's Eight Banners family banquet was very lively. The emperor was very satisfied and said he would reward us well."

Xinrong let Lu Yi worry about the pile of hairpins and rings, picked up the milk and blew on it, and said with a smile: "It would be great if the emperor could be satisfied. It would be worth our busy days."

"Yes, the Eight Banners family banquet is over, and the palace will be bustling again soon."

"What's the excitement?"

Lu Yi placed the hairpin on the table and said, "The leader of the Hui tribe, Ali Hezhuo, has submitted a memorial, traveling to the capital to present a unique treasure to the emperor."

"The Emperor rules the world, could there be treasures he hasn't seen?"

"You'll know when they get here."

"Hey, doesn't that mean we're going to have another party?"

Xinrong's face was bitter, but she took a deep breath and cheered herself up again, "We are husband and wife. The emperor values ​​you so much that he gave us such an important task. I can't let the people in the palace look down on us."

"I will prepare well!"

Lu Yi tapped her nose in amusement. "Don't worry, you sound so bitter and resentful. The Emperor just wants to test our abilities and see if we can handle the trivialities of the palace. He doesn't mean to tire us out. The Eight Banners family banquet was very well organized, and he is already very satisfied."

Xinrong swallowed the last mouthful of hot milk and looked at Lu Yi hopefully, "You mean?"

"Rest well in the next few days and just wait and see what happens." Lu Yi took the cup from her hand and placed it on the table. "Okay, go wash up."

"Hey, Fifth Prince." Xinrong said deliberately with a pinched throat.

Ali Khoja brought his daughter to Beijing, and the treasure was his daughter.

As the music sounded, the emperor was mesmerized by the Dunhuang dance that descended from the sky and could not take his eyes off it. Lu Yi pulled Xinrong to enjoy it together.

After the Dunhuang dance, Hanxiang took off her mask with a cold face. The emperor was so stunned by her beauty that he took a long time to recover and immediately burst into laughter.

"Great! What a breathtaking performance! Ali Khoja, I am very pleased with your gift. What is her name?"

"Your Majesty, my daughter has a unique fragrance, so I named her Hanxiang."

"Hanxiang." The emperor repeated it twice.

"What a good name, it is a good name, Hanxiang. Your father gave you to me, and I will make you the Fragrant Concubine."

"Xiang Fei thanks His Majesty." These five cold words made the emperor smile sweeter than sugar, staring at Xiang Fei and not willing to move his eyes away.

At this moment, Xinrong suddenly frowned slightly and covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

"What's wrong, Xinrong?" Lu Yi asked as he moved closer, looking at the dishes in front of Xinrong one by one with suspicion.

"Yongqi, I feel a little uncomfortable." Xinrong endured the discomfort and moved very slowly, not wanting to attract the emperor's attention.

But some people just have bad intentions.

Ziwei clutched her handkerchief tightly, watching the emperor inquiring about Xiang Fei's well-being in the hall. Suddenly, she felt a little braver and wanted to ask him, "Do you still remember Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake?"

But she can't.

Ziwei lowered her eyes and was attracted by the movement on Xinrong's side. Her face darkened. Looking at the harmonious relationship between the couple, she suddenly felt like taking her anger out on them.

Erkang and Ziwei were in the midst of a passionate love affair. He felt Ziwei's pain, held her hand, and silently said with his lips, "I'll help you vent your anger."

"Hanxiang, I let you live in Baoyue Tower. Do you like it?" The emperor was surprised by Hanxiang's cold face and asked enthusiastically.

"like."

"Okay! Then I..."

"Princess Xinrong, are you leaving without permission? Wouldn't that spoil the Emperor's mood?"

The emperor's words were interrupted. He frowned unhappily and glanced down, "What's going on?!"

Erkang stood up and clasped his fists, "Your Majesty, Princess Xinrong..."

"you shut up."

The emperor's face softened towards Lu Yi, "Yongqi, you speak."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Xinrong felt a little unwell and wanted to leave quietly, but someone was too concerned about my son's wife, so I disturbed you."

"What are you talking about?" The emperor said with a look of disapproval.

Erkang's face showed a hint of secret joy. "I got scolded! Yongqi, you deserve this day!"

The Emperor said, "How can you quietly leave the table when you're feeling unwell? Quick, call the imperial physician over and have a good look at Fifth Lady. There must be nothing wrong with her health."

The corners of Erkang's mouth drooped.

"Thank you, Father Emperor!"

Lu Yi bowed his hands in thanks, his eyes inadvertently swept over Erkang and his wife, and turned cold.

In the side hall, the imperial physician took Xinrong's pulse while Lu Yi waited on the side. "How is it?"

The imperial physician remained silent, carefully examined the patient three or four times, and when he raised his head, his old face wrinkled with a smile.

After the Fifth Prince and his wife left the table, the Emperor was somewhat distracted from drinking and watching the dance. So when he saw Lu Yi coming out of the side hall, he sat up straight and asked, "What's wrong? Yongqi, what did the imperial physician say? Is Xinrong okay?"

"Father Emperor, congratulations on becoming a grandfather."

Lu Yi cupped his hands and announced the good news: "The imperial physician said Xinrong is pregnant. It's been two months and the fetus is stable."

"Good! Hahaha!" The emperor laughed even happier than when he got the Fragrant Concubine.

He touched his bald head and saw the wine glass on the table. He picked it up and drank it all.

"Okay!" The old lady nodded repeatedly.

"Xinrong is great, he's doing well. Not bad, not bad!"

Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate the emperor, who smiled until his teeth ached. He glanced at Erkang, who was fidgeting below him, and his face turned cold. He suddenly said, "Erkang!"

"It's a great day, and you have to come out and spoil my fun. How despicable!"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Erkang fell to the ground with his limbs, his heart beating faster in his chest.

"Twenty strokes of the cane. Pull it down and hit it hard."

Erkang's eyes suddenly widened, and he murmured, "No, no..."

Ziwei exclaimed in shock, "No, Erkang! Father Huang!"

As they were shouting, the two were dragged out together.

The singing, dancing and music continued at the banquet, and the emperor glanced at Xiaoyanzi inadvertently.

Erkang and Ziwei both went out, and Xiaoyanzi was the only one sitting on the seat. She was a little conspicuous. Xiaoyanzi felt a chill on her back, closed her mouth tightly, and even breathed carefully.

After a moment, the emperor looked away and smiled, "Come, Ali Hezhuo, drink with me!"

After reporting the good news, Lu Yi did not return to the side hall immediately, but went around to the place of execution.

"Fifth Prince, why are you here when blood is about to be shed?"

"Let me see. The emperor has ordered a severe beating. You must not beat him to death." Lu Yi deliberately emphasized the word "severely" and said slowly.

The guard was glanced at and suddenly understood what Lu Yi meant. He lowered his voice and said, "Fifth Prince, don't worry. The brothers have a plan for what to do. We won't let Master Fu die here. As for the rest, I can't say for sure."

Lu Yi coughed lightly, "I'm glad you understand."

She turned to leave, and the guard's rough voice came from behind her, "Brothers, come on, don't hold back, just hold your breath."