After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

The auspicious time has arrived.

Zhong Ning was wearing a light purple high-waisted Confucian skirt embroidered with white roses, which looked gorgeous.

She wore a golden phoenix hairpin on her head, a jade pendant on her waist, her face was as white as goose fat, and her lips were like cherry blossoms.

The whole person looks noble and elegant, like a fairy concubine.

She and Murong Lan followed behind Emperor Yong's concubine Wu, and a shrill voice reported:

[Your Majesty has arrived, the Imperial Concubine has arrived, Princess Zhaoyang has arrived, and Princess Zhaohua has arrived].

As all the ministers stood up to greet him, as everyone was watching.

Grand debut!

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Princess!"

Everyone stood up and saluted the four most distinguished figures!

"No need to be so polite, just stand up!" Emperor Yong said as he sat high on the dragon throne.

Because Princess Dayong had a very high status, Zhong Ning and Murong Lan's seats were arranged relatively close to the front, directly opposite the crown prince and the second prince.

Murong Xin is now Princess Anle, and she had the opportunity to attend the banquet, but in order to avoid any trouble, she took sick leave in advance and did not attend!

"Today is the Double Ninth Festival banquet, and envoys from three countries are also here to see me. I am very pleased. I only hope to become brothers with all the countries, help each other from now on, and share the prosperity and peace!" Emperor Yong spoke first.

The envoys from the three kingdoms all stood up and saluted. Before anyone else could speak, Prince Li Yuanche of the Western Rong raised his glass and said, "I, your humble prince, would like to wish the two kin, the Great Yong and the Western Rong, a harmonious coexistence. I also wish His Majesty the Great Yong good health and success in all his endeavors."

"Prince Xirong, you're still a little short, aren't you?" The little Nanzhao princess Meng Huanyan teased, covering her mouth.

As expected, that one sentence made Li Yuanche's ears turn red. He raised his wine glass and turned to Murong Lan and continued, "I wish Princess Zhaoyang peace and happiness!"

After saying that, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

The still young and immature face was also tinged with a blush.

Murong Lan also raised her glass in return.

Zhong Ning looked at the little prince opposite him who seemed to be in love, and he could never imagine that such a shy person was the man in the book who had a changeable temperament and often used cold violence against his wife.

Sure enough, even if a young man is moved, his character will change drastically after being baptized by the political infighting in the court. The innocent boy will turn into a scheming emperor, and from then on all calculations and means will have to give way to interests!

The seventh prince of Beidi, Yelu Zhen, and the little princess of Nanzhao also took the initiative to toast, first to the emperor and then to everyone else.

After a round of drinking, singing and dancing began.

Some people were intoxicated by the elegant music, some stared with wide eyes at the dancing waist in the center, some drank silently, some discussed secretly, and some looked around.

Zhong Ning tasted a piece of exquisite pastry, then put down his silver chopsticks, raised his phoenix eyes and glanced around casually, but he didn't see where Fang Ping was.

He hasn't come yet, has he?

According to our walking speed, if we rode faster, we should have arrived last night.

Why haven't you entered yet?

While she was thinking, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a young eunuch leading a young man in plain blue clothes, who was sitting in the corner of the last row.

It was Fang Ping!

Zhong Ning's lips curled slightly. Fortunately, he still caught up.

Otherwise, her ten thousand taels of silver would be wasted.

Today is the day to turn the tables, she must make a good profit. Zhong Ning is in a good mood, waiting for the next challenge.

She sat upright, as if admiring the dancing on the stage, but she could actually feel that at the palace banquet, many eyes were lingering on her.

Some are curious, some sneer, some are disdainful, and some cannot explain it clearly. In short, it is extremely complicated.

The dance is over!

A man dressed in indigo and silver suddenly stood up from the Northern Di envoys' group and said directly in Zhong Ning's direction, "This must be Princess Zhaohua, right?"

Zhong Ning stood up, bowed slightly, and sat down again.

The overall movements are smooth and flowing, with a noble style.

"My name is Zhang Lu, a scholar from the Northern Di Imperial Academy. I have the honor of coming to Dayong today. I heard along the way that a commoner princess was taken back to the palace by Emperor Yong and canonized as a princess."

"I thought this was just a rumor, but it turned out to be the truth. This really opened my eyes. Princess Zhaohua comes from the common people and has a humble background. Even if she wears gorgeous clothes and stands in the court, she looks like a crow in a brocade robe. It's really laughable."

"I feel so sorry for Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

After saying this, Zhang? performed a profound salute in a pretentious manner.

The entire palace banquet was filled with silence.

Emperor Yong's eyes were dark, filled with boundless anger.

Qi Yu stared at Zhang Yu's direction, moved his hand slightly, and the sword at his waist suddenly came out.

The other court officials were so angry that their faces turned red and they were extremely angry.

I wanted to say something back, but what he said was true.

In anger, he just glared at Zhong Ning.

That expression seemed to say, if it weren't for you, how could they have suffered such humiliation?

Everyone is waiting to see how Zhong Ning will respond to such humiliation?

The other three delegations were even more complacent, looking like they were enjoying the fun and not minding any trouble.

Zhong Ning smiled slightly, and then he started to criticize the Beidi delegation in a gentle voice:

"I heard that Master Zhang was born in Yanjing, a descendant of a prominent family. He was educated by great scholars since childhood and is very knowledgeable. That's why he was able to enter the court."

Zhang? stood up and saluted, with a proud look on his face!

"As you all know, Yanjing was once our homeland, but was later occupied by the Northern Di. All of the people in the four areas of Yanjing are citizens of Dayong."

"Your Majesty of Dayong is your monarch, the royal family of Dayong is your ruler, and the ancient land of Dayong is your motherland."

"As a citizen of Dayong, serving the Northern Di is disloyalty, and attacking the ruler of my motherland is unfilial."

"I would like to ask, how can such a disloyal and unfilial person have the face to live in this world? I am afraid that if the ancestors of the Zhang family knew about this, they would be so angry that they would jump out of their coffins and curse. If I were you, I would probably commit suicide on the spot to atone for my sins!"

"You..." Zhang Lu pointed in the direction of Zhong Ning, stammering his lips, and was furious.

Zhong Ning raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him straight, and said calmly: "Your father is here, how dare you disobey?"

"Princess Zhaohua, you've gone too far!"

Seeing that something was not going right, the seventh prince Yelu Zhen hurried out to interrupt.

His face was ashen, his fists were clenched, and he stared in the direction of Zhong Ning, extremely angry.

What Zhong Ning said just now, word by word, also involved him.

He was born in Tianjin and is also of Han descent.

But his mother entered the palace to serve the Emperor of Beidi, and he has the blood of both Dayong and Beidi. If she said so, wouldn't he also be unfaithful and unfilial?

But he was unable to refute it. When Zhang? criticized her for her humble background, she counterattacked by accusing Zhang? of being unfaithful and unfilial.

They were originally citizens of Dayong, but served the Northern Di.

This one sentence alone wiped out the entire Northern Di delegation.

What a cunning woman!

"The four regions of Yanjing were once the homeland of Dayong, but now they belong to our Beidi territory. Princess Zhaohua, please don't make any more mistakes."