After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Yan Huaiyin and Liu Qingyun walked towards the palace gate together, along the way there were palace eunuchs lighting lanterns, these days it was snowing heavily in Chaohua City, but the bricks and stones outside the palace gate were never covered with snow.

"I haven't seen you for a while, you look better." They had already entered the palace gate and walked towards the imperial garden, Liu Qingyun looked at his face and said with a smile.

"The family took good care of them," the little eunuch leading the way turned a corner, and they hurriedly followed, Yan Huaiyin replied softly, "I still keep taking medicine every day, thank you Liu Xiang for your concern."

They talked like this, turned a few turns, and saw a different bright hall ahead from a distance.

The place for the New Year's Eve banquet has arrived.

Because too many officials came, the New Year's Eve banquet over the years has been held in the most spacious imperial garden in the palace.

Hundreds of cases were placed there, surrounded by imperial guards with knives, palace maids shuttled among them in an orderly manner, the palace lanterns almost illuminated the night like day, and even the subtle smiles on their faces could be clearly seen.

The officials who came early had already taken their seats. Yan Huaiyin and Liu Qingyun handed their badges to the imperial guards for inspection, and then entered the banquet.Their seats were not at the same place, Yan Huaiyin and Liu Qingyun bid farewell: "See you again, Prime Minister Liu."

Liu Qingyun also kindly replied to him: "Goodbye."

Like most common colleagues.

It's just that when Yan Huaiyin walked to her seat, she felt many gazes.

But within five days, the rumor that he was the prince of the old dynasty had already reached everyone's ears.

Looking at his countless pairs of eyes full of inquiry, Yan Huaiyin pretended not to see, he sat quietly in his seat, lowered his neck and poured himself a glass of wine.

Until he noticed a different gaze, Yan Huaiyin raised his head and looked diagonally across. After seeing the person opposite, he suddenly smiled and raised his wine glass to him.

Wang Baijin had almost forgotten about Yan Huaiyin, he rode horses, fought wine and played beauties all day long in the city, everything came and went quickly, this time he followed Wang Size to the palace for the New Year's Eve banquet, and seeing Yan Huaiyin, Wang Baijin remembered he comes.

The first time he saw him, he knew that the rumors about this man and Nine Thousand Years were true. He could read like a dog, but as long as he saw a beauty, Wang Baijin would remember everything clearly the next day. .

There is a difference between a person who is loved well and a person who is not loved just standing there.

After Yan Huaiyin took his seat, he took off his fox fur, Wang Baijin looked at his delicate side neck under the light, and thought again.

He had heard the legend that Yan Huaiyin was the prince of the old dynasty, his father was an official in the old dynasty, and he knew that the little princes of the old dynasty liked to wear masks on their faces, because a face had a very good color.

Wang Baijin's eyes slid from the back of Yan Huaiyin's neck to the side of his face, imagining Yan Huaiyin's eyebrows and eyes under his mask.

A beauty is a beauty, and the beauty who is in love is especially beautiful, she is blatantly favored by the world, with only one side neck, full of warm jade-like light, Wang Baijin can't see any flaws after looking at it for a long time, and it gets more and more itchy.

If I had known that I would have touched it desperately back then, it would have made Jiang Lian, a rootless eunuch, cheaper.

He couldn't help but stare dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on the part of the neck that was half visible, and then he saw the owner of the neck looking at him and raising his glass to him.

Before Wang Baijin could respond, Wang Size pushed his head down, almost buried it in the plate.

"Don't look around." Wang Size said in a low voice, gnashing his teeth.

Now no one wants to have anything to do with Yan Huaiyin, but his heartless son looks at him eagerly.

If Yan Huaiyin is not the crown prince, he himself is not easy to provoke, and there is Jiang Lian who is even more difficult to provoke, if Yan Huaiyin is the crown prince...

Wang Si thought of who is sitting on the throne now, and also remembered the methods of the little prince in the past, a chill rose from his spine, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Wang Baijin's face was buried in the plate, and his face was also flushed, thinking that he had never seen any beauties before, and he was bewitched by a side neck tonight.

The temptation to come and go secretly reached its peak with the arrival of the officials, and then calmed down with Chang Ning's singing: "The emperor is here, and the empress is here!"

As he sang, everyone said hello. After the cumbersome etiquette, all the officials returned to their posts, and only then did they dare to have the opportunity to secretly look at Emperor Chengde.

This is the first time Emperor Chengde has appeared since his illness.

He has lost a lot of weight. Although his figure still looks fat, at least he can sit on the chair without sliding down.His face was extremely pale, as if all his strength had been exhausted by the few steps he walked over. Queen Zhou, wearing a phoenix crown, sat beside him, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

Everyone looked at her, and couldn't help but look at a seat covered by a veil on the side.

Sitting there was the concubine of Emperor Chengde, and the veil was so thin that the figure of the person behind could be faintly revealed.

The one sitting at the head is Empress Anfei.

The scrutinizing eyes flicked between the emperor and the empress, Yan Huaiyin seemed to have no interest in others after teasing Wang Baijin, and lowered his head to look at the food on his case in boredom.

The food at this kind of state banquet was prepared in advance in the imperial dining room, and it was already completely cold when it was presented. Sitting next to Yan Huaiyin was an unknown official, and he heard this official complaining in a low voice: "Bing Cheng In this way, it was taken from last year's New Year's Eve banquet, right?"

Hearing what he said, Yan Huaiyin immediately lost the desire to eat this food, and just took a small spoon to stir the soup in the crock.

But when his fingertips touched the crock, he paused.

The tentacles were warm, Yan Huaiyin lifted the lid of the jar, and saw the steam rising from the hot soup.

The banquet had just started, and the dishes were not ready yet, Yan Huaiyin touched the dishes on his case one by one, and they were all hot.

He raised his head and looked towards the high platform where Emperor Chengde was sitting.

He didn't look at the emperor, but looked behind him.

Jiang Lian stood behind him with a calm expression on his face. He didn't seem to be looking at anything, but when Yan Huaiyin raised his head, he turned his head slightly and looked at him.

The two of them looked at each other silently and secretly amidst the surging crowd, separated by thousands of people.

Seeing Jiang Lian, Yan Huaiyin seemed to be smiling at him, a very light smile that was fleeting, he opened his mouth and said four words to him silently.

"Eat well."

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Zhao Suisui is a small official who was only promoted to the imperial capital this year. He gathered a nine-rank tail to attend the New Year's Eve banquet. He has not recognized all the officials in the imperial capital. He was afraid of offending someone with his words, so he concentrated on eating with his own case. It's cold to the touch.

This state banquet is nothing more than that, the food is not as hot as the aunt who sells beef patties at the entrance of his village.

Zhao Suisui looked at his own dishes, sighed, then went to peek at the food of the person next to him, and saw the dishes on the next table steaming.

Zhao Suisui:......

He boldly looked at the owner of the table, and he really felt that he seemed a little happy.

He was also happy when he was having a hot meal on New Year's Eve. Zhao Suisui felt the same way for him, and when he was about to try to say hello, he heard Emperor Chengde speaking on the high platform.

The emperor still stuttered, and spoke very slowly: "I will have fun with all my lovers, let's have a banquet."

This is the official opening of the banquet, and the sound of greetings accompanied by the sound of clinking cups rang out for a while.

Emperor Chengde took a few sips of wine in Empress Zhou's hand, looking at the audience with cloudy eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until the annual ceremony presented to the emperor everywhere came to the scene.

First the state shepherds in various places, and then the officials in the imperial capital.

The gifts presented to the emperor at the New Year's Eve banquet every year are nothing more than those, and it is rare to find new ideas.

Emperor Chengde felt a little sleepy as he watched, until he was dazzled by a touch of emerald green.

It was a large piece of excellent emerald, half a person's height, carved into the shape of a halberd, placed on an ancient wooden shelf, forcibly burst into a towering chill amidst the joy of the Chinese New Year.

Emeralds with such a good water color are not common even for emperors. Emperor Chengde straightened up. His throat was uncomfortable, so he patted Empress Zhou beside him.

Empress Zhou understood what he meant. She glanced at it and recognized Gu Kangcheng, Liangzhou Zhoumu, so she asked softly, "What a beautiful jade halberd, such a fine jade, where did Gu Zhoumu get it?" ?”

Gu Kangcheng has a Zhang Guozi face, he is tall and burly, and he speaks in a strong voice: "Return to the emperor, ma'am, Liangzhou is next to the mountains in the northwest. The mountains in the northwest are steep and easy to produce emeralds. It was dug out. This year, northern Xinjiang was not peaceful, so I carved a halberd and presented it to the emperor, implying that my Daqi has a jade halberd, which will surely help Daqi's army invincible and beat the Turkic army to pieces!"

After he finished speaking, someone applauded: "Good luck!"

Empress Zhou was full of smiles, and Emperor Chengde's face softened a little, and he said in person: "Aiqing has put her heart into it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice from the banquet crowd: "But the mountains in the northwest are in the hands of the old northwest department. How can you get the emeralds dug out by the old northwest department?"

There are not so many rules for the New Year's Eve banquet, you can take the emperor's words as you like, everyone looked at the person who answered the conversation, and saw that the person who spoke was the secretary, a small official named Fu Ning.

Fu Ning held a wine glass and looked at Gu Kangcheng from the seat. Before Gu Kangcheng could speak, another voice took the conversation away: "You man, the relationship between the old northwest department and the imperial court has eased this year, and now the old northwest department is sitting at this table. What about my lord, what's the matter with sending a piece of jade?"

Fu Ning saw that the person who answered his words was Wang Xiucheng, a doctor in the school and household department who was much older than him, and immediately shrank his neck, but after all, he was young and energetic and refused to admit defeat, so he choked on his neck and choked: " What is the identity of this person from the old northwestern department, Mr. Wang will not know, right?"

Over there, Gu Kangcheng was robbed of the conversation, his face flushed with Chinese characters, and he was anxious to interject somewhere to explain, when he heard Fu Ning ask such a sentence.

All the seats were silent.

Dog brains!Dog brains!

The blood on Gu Kangcheng's face faded away.

What is the identity of the people from the old northwestern part?

Naturally, he is the crown prince Shaofu personally appointed by the emperor, what else can he be?

Rumors are gossips, they are jokes in private, but when they are told at the king's banquet, people can't help but think about Han's intentions.

For a moment no one dared to speak, and the banquet fell into a strange silence until Emperor Chengde asked, "What identity?"

After a while, Liu Qingyun stood up: "Your Majesty, they are joking."

He said so, and after a long time, Emperor Chengde hummed slowly, and he went to ask Liu Qingyun: "Do you know?"

Liu Qingyun bowed her head: "I don't know."

Emperor Chengde looked at one place: "Yan Huaiyin, what is their joke?"

Fu Ning and Wang Xiucheng directed the words to him in a few words, but Yan Huaiyin didn't seem to feel it at all, he ate with his head down, as if they were not talking about him.

At this time Emperor Chengde spoke, he raised his head to look, he put the wine glass back on the case, and replied seriously: "Back to the emperor, the ministers don't know what your lords said."

"But Lord Fu and Lord Wang still had dinner with Prime Minister Zuo yesterday," he smiled gently, "Does Prime Minister Zuo know what they are joking about?"

The author says:

Immediately to the last volume, and finally writing to the end!