The road of the king, the minister and the husband

Time flies and it is the day when the king of the Western Jin Dynasty married the royal family of Fengzhou as his concubine. Xiao Yiran was walking side by side with Yin Tianqi, who was wearing a dark golden robe, and they were heading to the palace arranged by the Western Jin Dynasty. A little eunuch was leading the way.

Xiao Yiran looked at the surrounding decorations and frowned.

"Why do you think this palace is not as big as my palace?"

Yin Tianqi chuckled, raised his hand and patted his forehead, "Don't talk nonsense, this is not Da Yin, so don't say something to make others bear grudges."

They all knew in their hearts that the Western Jin Dynasty was not as good as the Great Yin, so if people heard this, the seemingly peaceful relationship between the two countries would probably be gone.

"How long do you want to stay here?" After entering a palace, Xiao Yiran lay sideways on the bed, looked at Yin Tianqi and raised his eyebrows.

He didn't like this place, although he knew that it was necessary to come to the Western Jin Dynasty this time, but once he got here he felt very depressed.

After all, it's not my own territory, so I don't feel comfortable at all.

Yin Tianqi was well aware of Xiao Yiran's disgust, but he was also very helpless. Although he came to the wedding, some things changed, and it was normal for him to feel depressed.

"You promised to come at the beginning, why did you get annoyed after staying for a few days?" He raised his hand and pinched the tip of his nose, and the man chuckled lightly.

Xiao Yiran pursed his lips and didn't speak.

The next morning was the day of the big wedding, Xiao Yiran looked at the old Western Jin king whose eyes were closed, and then at the concubine beside him, and clicked his tongue.

If the Western Jin Dynasty was still under the leadership of such rulers, I am afraid that without them launching a war, it would almost perish in a few years.

After a set of complicated etiquette, all those who came to the wedding banquet were invited into the main hall. Yin Tianqi sat at the bottom of the main seat, and the emperor of Feng Zhou was opposite.

Xiao Yiran sat beside Yin Tianqi, glanced at the accompanying officials beside him, and slightly narrowed his eyes.

Tilting his head to Yin Tianqi's ear, he muttered softly, "Does it mean that the two countries other than the Great Yin prefer older courtiers? They are all old men who have been half buried in the ground, what can they do?"

In fact, the same is true of Da Yin, but Yin Tianqi has taken back all the scattered powers into his own hands these years, otherwise they wouldn't be all accompanied by young officials now.

Yin Tianqi expressed grace expressionlessly, causing Xiao Yiran to squint.

When there are too many people, you have to pretend to be a serious person, and you don't feel too tired to panic.

When he was observing other people, others were also observing him, but Xiao Yiran pretended not to notice these curious gazes, he just sat quietly aside, when someone came to toast, he smiled and refused, and when someone came to chat Just smiled and said a few words.

Even so, he has been secretly paying attention to the movements of Feng Zhou and his group, and chuckled lightly.

The emperor of Feng Zhou was about the same age as the first emperor, in his 40s, mature and stable, very generous, but he raised a prince who was not arrogant.

Xiao Yiran sneered when he thought of the prince of Feng Zhou whom he had met in the Great Yin Kingdom back then. He could write chronic poison to the emperor of Feng Zhou when he was unprepared, and then let his princes compete for the dragon chair , After they succeed in the battle, Da Yin can send troops.

As for the Western Jin Dynasty...

He turned his head and looked at the face that hadn't changed after drinking so much wine, which made Xiao Yiran, who didn't know how to drink and even felt dizzy from the smell, admired and was also very jealous.

The banquet went on for a long time, and until the end, only Yin Tianqi, Xiao Yiran, and Feng Zhou's emperor Feng Qi were able to talk and laugh happily, and everyone else was drunk.

Yin Tianqi and Feng Qi sat facing each other, and they nodded slightly.

Xiao Yiran also smiled at Feng Qi, then stood up and left with Yin Tianqi.

Back in the palace, Yin Tianqi dragged Xiao Yiran quickly to the bed, then threw him on the bed forcefully, and pressed him directly on it.

Xiao Yiran was taken aback, a man had never been so rude to him in bed, he frowned and pushed the man on top of him, but he froze there.

"Have you been drugged?" Even through the robe, he could feel the hotness on the man's body. This drug is a strong aphrodisiac.

Yin Tianqi seemed to have lost his language function, he only bit his neck with his hot lips, and tore his robe with both hands.

The corner of Xiao Yiran's mouth twitched, and he could only wrap his hands around the man's neck. Although this is the palace of the Western Jin Dynasty and it is not safe, the man can't wait any longer in this state.

Closing his eyes and letting the man move, Xiao Yiran prayed that the group of hidden guards outside would guard the door, or else he would kill them tomorrow when he could get up.

Xiao Yiran didn't wake up until he knew the time of lunch the next day. He glanced at the man sitting by the bed, and pouted.

Yin Tianqi leaned over and kissed his forehead, stretched out his hands to massage his sore psoas muscles, and smiled apologetically, "I'm tired of you."

Xiao Yiran rolled his eyes, snorted softly and raised his hand to pat his arm, "Why are you so careless, you were given an aphrodisiac."

"Of course, that's not an aphrodisiac." Yin Tianqi leaned over to hug him with a chuckle, and took the robe on the side and put it on for him, "It's a secret medicine from the Western Jin Dynasty, it's for fun."

Xiao Yiran's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

Add to the fun?If it takes more than that, the drug user's body will be hollowed out. He can clearly remember how long this man tormented him yesterday.

"No wonder the old emperor can marry a young and beautiful concubine when he looks so energetic. So that's what happened."

Turning his head to look at the man suddenly, he frowned, "You still drink when you know it?"

He could tell that something was wrong, this man did it on purpose!

Yin Tianqi shrugged, neither admitting nor denying it.

But to be honest, last night was really a long-lost madness.

After lunch, Xiao Yiran originally wanted to go out for a walk, but he gave up because of his weak body and lack of strength. He lay on the bed and looked lazily at the hidden guard who was kneeling on the ground, wearing the face of the Seventh Prince, and raised his eyebrows ,"Who are you?"

"Subordinate Yinghui, I have seen my little master."

Yinghui appeared in front of Xiao Yiran for the first time, so before Kong Yan changed his appearance, Xiao Yiran didn't know what he looked like.

"Get up, stand a little farther away and let me have a look." Waving his hand to signal him to take a few steps back, Xiao Yiran looked him up and down and raised his eyebrows.

"Have you found out how the Seventh Prince died?" Pointing to the chair beside him for him to sit down, Xiao Yiran tilted his head to look at Ying Xiao who was standing beside him, and raised his eyebrows.

He was really curious as to why, as a prince, he would die outside the imperial city, and he was alone.

"Found it, cheating with someone. It is said that the Seventh Prince fell in love with a widow." Seeing Xiao Yiran's tangled expression, Yingxiao hurriedly added: "The young widow is very young, at the age of twenty-eight, married to a pig butcher. .”

Blinking his eyes, he raised his eyebrows, "The pig butcher was slaughtered by the pig?"