In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

Jin Wangfu.

An invitation sticker was delivered to Jin Wang Zhao Zhu.

"It was sent by His Royal Highness?" Zheng Hongxi looked at the cover of the invitation and guessed it.

His Highness likes elegance, so the invitations all have a taste of elegance.

Zhao Zhu took the invitation card and nodded his head, no emotion could be seen on his expressionless face.

Today there are four sons, and His Highness is born of a court lady. His mother's status is too low, and he is destined to miss the throne.

Therefore, His Highness is not interested in government affairs, but only in poetry and poetry.He often holds some poetry meetings and invites talents from the capital to participate.

In a few months, he will also fulfill his duty as the eldest brother, and gather several brothers together to chat, eat and drink, and exchange brotherhood.

"Will the prince want to participate?" Zheng Hongxi asked again.

Only the second child, Zhao Minghong, and the fourth child were both descended from Concubine Sang Gui. The two of them naturally wore a pair of trousers, so in this gathering, the second child and the fourth child aimed at the third child, and the eldest child did not stand in line.Afterwards, Zhao Zhi didn't go at all, since his legs and feet were 'inconvenient' anyway.

Zhao Zhu pondered for a moment: "Go."

Zheng Hongxi was a little surprised.

"Bring Jiang Luan together." Zhao Zhi said.

Zheng Hongxi couldn't help guessing what King Jin meant.

Just say that Jiang Luan was originally Zhao Minghong's man, but now he is with the prince.The prince took Jiang Luan to go, and he was bound to meet Zhao Minghong.

The prince took Jiang to mess around, to show off, or to test?

Soon, Jiang Luan received the news that he was going to attend His Highness's banquet.

"Who will participate?" Jiang Ran was curious.

"Zhao Minghong..." Zhao Zhi paused, seeing that Jiang Luan's expression hadn't changed much, but looked a little better, and continued, "Brother Huang, there is still the fourth child."

So it's the prince's dinner!

Jiang Luan had never attended such a high-profile dinner party before!

"Change a set of clothes." Zhao Zhi said.

Jiang Luan was wearing a servant's clothes, and soon, he changed into a better one.

His temperament is very good, after changing his clothes, he is completely a nobleman.

He was very handsome, and he was particularly eye-catching when he stood there.

evening.

Jiang Luan pushed Zhao Zhi's wheelchair onto the sedan chair.

He hesitated for a moment, and when he was about to go down, Zhao Zhu took a sudden look.

"The sedan chair is bumpy, and I'm holding on to the wheelchair." Zhao Zhi said.

Jiang Luan took the opportunity to sit down on the sedan chair.

An hour later.

The sedan chair stopped at the gate of King Yan's Mansion.

Jiang Luan pushed Zhao Zhi's wheelchair out of the sedan chair, only to see a sedan chair next to him just stop.

Two people came down from the sedan chair, Jiang Luan looked at them and couldn't help being amused, what a coincidence.

These two people are Zhao Minghong and Meng Zehe.

Zhao Minghong's gaze became very complicated when he saw Jiang Luan.

Most of it was anger, obviously because of that note!

I saw Jiang Luan standing behind Zhao Zhu, with his small head hanging slightly, very well-behaved.

Once upon a time, Jiang Luan was standing beside him obediently, his eyes full of deep admiration.

That anger was tinged with jealousy.

"Second Brother, what a coincidence." At this moment, Zhao Zhu said.

Zhao Minghong managed to control his emotions: "Brother Sanhuang, coincidentally, let's go in together."

The two are side by side.

Zhao Minghong glanced at Jiang Luan who was pushing the wheelchair without saying a word, and couldn't help but said, "Jiang Luan, we've known each other for a while, why don't you talk?"

Jiang Luan opened his mouth, and Zhao Zhi had already spoken: "My throat is uncomfortable."

Jiang Luan's mouth is closed, and whatever you say is what you say.

Zhao Zhu continued: "I have never thanked Second Emperor Brother, and now I just take this opportunity, this kid is quite good, caring, obedient, and able to serve others."

Zhao Minghong's expression froze, his hands clenched tightly into fists, the nails pierced into the flesh, the sharp pain could not bring him back to his senses.

Caring, obedient, will serve people...

Jiang Luan was indeed like this, but when he said it from a man's mouth, he felt pain in his heart.

Zhao Minghong stared at Jiang Luan and Zhao Zhu closely, losing his composure.

Meng Zehe's face was not very good-looking, and he tugged on Zhao Minghong's sleeve: "My lord."

Meng Zehe yelled twice, and Zhao Minghong came back to his senses.

Zhao Minghong took a deep breath and suppressed his trembling voice: "Let's go."

Zhao Zhu looked at Zhao Minghong's back with a thoughtful expression.

"Let's go." Zhao Zhi said.

Jiang Luan pushed the wheelchair and walked in.

When he came to the courtyard, he saw several young princes already sitting there, two of them were very prominent, and they all carried a kingly demeanor.

One of them exuded an elegant temperament, and the other was a dignified young man who looked somewhat similar to Zhao Minghong.

Zhao Ye.

Jiang Luan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a coldness flashed in his pupils.

In the previous life, Zhao Minghong lost to Zhao Zhi, and when he lost, he abandoned him in the palace.

And Zhao Ye beat him up severely, saying that Jiang Luan was a scourge, he was the one who harmed Zhao Minghong, and made Zhao Minghong miss the throne.

Up to now, Jiang Luan can still feel the sore spot where the whip fell on him.

It was literally pot from the sky.

Zhao Minghong's strategy and courage were inferior to Zhao Zhi's. It was his own fault that he lost to Zhao Zhi in the battle for the throne, so how could he blame himself?

Besides, he sacrificed his body for Zhao Minghong, which was a great sacrifice, but in the end he didn't get any credit, but became a sinner instead.

Thinking about it now, Jiang Luan felt very angry.

Zhao Ye greeted Zhao Minghong and Meng Zehe first, with a friendly attitude, and when he met Zhao Zhi, he also said "Brother Three Emperors", and when he glanced at Jiang Luan, he only contemptuously.

"It's almost time for everyone to come, sit down." The First Prince said.

Everyone sat down one after another. Meng Zehe sat next to Zhao Minghong. There were seven people at the table, and the other two were friends of the First Prince.

Naturally, Jiang Luan had no place, he acted obediently and stood obediently behind Zhao Zhu.

Because he knew that the more obedient he was, the angrier Zhao Minghong would be, and the more his anger value would decrease.

Zhao Ye's disgusted eyes fell on Jiang Luan's body, and he did not hide his disgust: "The masters are playing, you should stay away as a servant, so as not to look disgusting."

The eldest prince hurriedly smoothed things over: "Fourth emperor brother, I'm just a servant, don't worry about it."

"Brother Emperor, you don't know him, so you don't know how disgusting he is, and his methods of seducing men are top-notch." Zhao Ye's tone was very contemptuous.

Jiang Ran mocked.

Zhao Ye was really speechless.

Seduce a man?

At this table, Meng Zehe is the one who can seduce men, right?

Sure enough, looking at Meng Zehe, there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Jiang Luan stepped aside.

Zhao Zhu sat there with no expression on his face and did not speak.

Zhao Minghong looked at Zhao Zhu's attitude, and a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Luan, you choose to follow him, let's see how he treats you?He doesn't care about you at all.

If you have just surrendered to this king, this king will protect you now.

At the dinner party, eating is second, and it is more about playing games, enlivening the atmosphere, and exchanging friendship.

"Brother Emperor, shall we have something interesting?" Zhao Ye couldn't bear it at first.

The eldest prince thought for a while: "Drumming to pass flowers?"

Everyone else nodded.

"It's better to change the rules. To whomever the flower is passed on, drink one cup. If it's the same person for the second time, drink two cups. Increase accordingly." Zhao Zhu said suddenly.

Zhao Ye first echoed: "It's so interesting."

He only said that Zhao Zhi's health is not good, and drinking is not good for his health.The beating of the drum and passing the flowers was random, so the punishment fell on Zhao Zhu, which was naturally much more serious than that of a strong man like himself.

Zhao Ye poked Zhao Minghong and smiled maliciously.

The eldest prince said: "Then follow what the third emperor said. Who plays the drums?"

Zhao Zhu said, "I'll come."

"Brother Sanhuang, do you want to participate in the flower transmission?" Zhao Ye couldn't help but ask.

If Zhao Zhi doesn't participate, his bad idea will come to naught.

Zhao Zhu said: "Come."

Only then was Zhao Ye satisfied.

The sound of drumming sounded, and the bouquet was passed in front of everyone. Everyone moved very quickly, for fear of being punished.

The drumbeat stopped suddenly, and the flower fell in front of Zhao Ye.

Zhao Ye stared at the flower, muttered 'unlucky', then picked up the wine glass and drank it.

Start again.

Zhao Zhu beat the drum with one hand, his posture was lazy, and he looked a little careless.

When the drum beat stopped, the flower fell in front of Zhao Ye again.

"Fourth Highness, two cups."

Zhao Ye's eyes widened, how could it be such a coincidence?

But willing to bet, Zhao Ye could only drink two cups.

When the drum stopped for the third time, the flower still fell into Zhao Ye's hand.

If it wasn't for the fact that the operation was too difficult, Zhao Ye would have thought that Zhao Zhi did it on purpose!

Zhao Ye drank three more glasses, and after six glasses of wine, he couldn't help feeling a little irritable, and threw the flowers aside: "I'm not playing anymore!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the eldest prince said, "Then let's play with other things, how about throwing pots?"

Zhao Ye is good at throwing pots, and his expression is a little better: "Okay."

"Use chopsticks, turn it around, and compare yourself with whoever you are facing." The eldest prince said the rules.

Others' opponents changed every time, but Zhao Ye was always transferred to Zhao Ye.

Although Zhao Ye's pot throwing was powerful, he lost to Zhao Zhi every time, and after drinking another six glasses of wine, his proud face turned red from holding back.

Keep losing!

Still losing to Zhao Zhi all the time!

Zhao Ye couldn't help but said, "Third brother, are you targeting me on purpose?"

Zhao Zhu sat in a wheelchair with a calm expression: "It's fate."

However, he can control his life.

Zhao Ye naturally didn't expect Zhao Zhi to be so powerful, he just felt that he must be too unlucky, and he didn't want to play the game anymore, so he went to sleep in the guest room angrily.

Jiang Luan was watching the show nearby, and felt very happy seeing Zhao Ye's deflated appearance.

Zhao Zhu used the excuse of being tired to rest.

Jiang Luan pushed the wheelchair and went in the direction Zhao Zhu pointed.

Jiang Luan endured and endured, and finally couldn't help asking: "Did the prince do it on purpose?"

Zhao Zhu responded.

Jiang Luan vaguely guessed something, and his heart beat faster: "Why?"

Zhao Zhu's tone was light: "Because he bullied my king's people."

Jiang Luan stopped suddenly, opened his mouth, and his fair face blushed quietly.