Chapter 241: Something is wrong
Seven or eight songs have been performed, and the wine has passed three rounds.
The King of Chu was a little overwhelmed and sneaked out of the Side Hall while the emperor was wearing a loose clothes.
A few pots of jade hall golden horse chrysanthemums were placed under the screen wall, and they were blooming just in time, so he lingered.
Master Zhuge Shi Shi came, and smiled at the King of Chu, "The prince is so elegant, but he is careful of being taken and punished for wine."
"Oh, Master," the King of Chu hurriedly bowed, "It's really not suitable for my temper. I went out and went back a little bit. Why did the Master leave the table?"
"I was born to be unaccustomed to the banquet. Today I tried my best to sue Your Majesty and leave the table first." Master Zhuge said with a smile.
The King of Chu knew that Master Zhuge was a romantic and famous man, so he would not be subject to the world's constraints. The emperor regarded him as a guest of honor, but he still had to be willing to do so.
Otherwise, people waved their sleeves and floated away, and the world would even give the emperor the name of being unable to be regarded as a wise man.
"Don't the Master loves chrysanthemums too?" The King of Chu asked, looking at the blooming Qiu Ju.
"I love all kinds of flowers and plants, but the prince seems to have a special liking for chrysanthemums." Zhuge Master stroked his long beard.
"I love this flower to capture the beauty of the nine autumns, and I love its pride in frost." The King of Chu praised, "Every time I see it, I will forget the world."
"Haha, the prince loves chrysanthemums so deeply. If chrysanthemums have a spirit, I will become confidants with you. If you want to see its spirit, it will be a good time to enjoy it."
"Oh, what the gentleman said is deeply loved by me, so I can also lead christmas as a confidant." The King of Chu said happily. "The prince is in love, and you can see the character of a person when you look at things. As a nobleman, he has noble character, which is really rare."
"The Master is too rewarded, so I am ashamed to kill me."
The two of them are becoming more and more speculative when they say something. The King of Chu admires Master Zhuge very much, and he once praised his son in front of the emperor, and he really thanks him.
Looking at the temperature that was almost the same, Master Zhuge took the lead. "Prince, I think that although Ling Shuang is rare, she should have the desire to preserve her for a long time. Otherwise, she will wither and wither, wouldn't it be a pity?"
The King of Chu was puzzled when he heard this: "This is because of the nature of chrysanthemums, and this has been like this for thousands of years!"
"This is the case with flowers, but people cannot," the Master smiled slightly. "He is also noble in his foundation and outstanding in appearance. How can he give up on himself?"
If the King of Chu can no longer hear the meaning of it, then he is not the King of Chu.
He did not accept Master Zhuge's words, and thought for a long time, and finally chose to pretend to be stupid: "People say that it is not suitable to blow the air after drinking, but it seems that it is true. I just feel dizzy at this moment, and I am afraid I will lose my companion." Master Zhuge stopped talking after hearing this, and turned around and floated away.
Leave the King of Chu alone and feels lost.
Wen Mingqian was not qualified to go to the imperial banquet. She got up early and picked the dried spices with Xiaoyue.
Soon Sanger then came and stayed here for a long time.
Later, Wen Mingqian thought that she had finally entered the palace and should go to the imperial garden, so he asked Xiaoyue to take her over and take a walk before coming back.
Whoever wanted to wait and see them come back, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried, so I came out to look for it.
In the imperial garden, several children were having fun.
Someone put up an arrow target in the open space, and several boys were competing for archery.
Gong Chang'an did not participate, he was pestered by Zhuolahan and taught her to Cuju.
Sang Er and Xiaoyue stood not far and near, as if they couldn't even want to walk. "My grandma Wen!" Sang Er saw Wen Mingqian first and ran forward. "Why aren't these people on the table?" Wen Mingqian asked.
"My mother, I was going back to your place, but I met these honorable gods. The prince of Zhao and the prince of Yuchao did not allow me to leave, so I was delayed." Sang Er explained the situation to Wen Mingqian.
Wen Mingqian understood as soon as he heard this. Both of them must have fallen in love with Sang Er at first sight. Look at the spirit of the competition, they were full of competitive intentions. "My mother, do you think I can follow the trend..." Sang Er's eyes flew away, "It's rare to have such an opportunity." "The long princess must have come to the palace often during this period. If you have this plan, it will save us a lot of effort. But you have to grasp the right measure yourself, and don't involve yourself in the end." Wen Mingqian reminded her.
"Don't worry, I know." Sang Er smiled like a little fox, "These two are both hot-tempered and unintentional. But the prince of Chu looks calm, and I will find a way to pull him into the water."
The Kung Fu Palace Chang'an, where the two of them were talking, also came, and Zhuo Lahan naturally followed him as soon as he came.
"Is this your mother?" Zhuo Lahan looked at Wen Mingqian and asked Gong Chang'an.
"I will give the princess a gift." Wen Mingqian's identity in the palace was an incense-making official, and he was considered a rank-level palace servant. Zhuolahan has a noble status and she should pay her respects.
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"You are so beautiful, like a lily on the grassland," Zhuolahan hugged Wen Mingqian's arm affectionately, "I like Chang'an and I like you too!"
Wen Mingqian looked at this foreign princess. Her beauty was different from that of the Han daughter. She was strong and wild. Her temperament was so straightforward. Such a person was not available in the palace, which was really refreshing. "Hey, why are your body so fragrant?" Zhuo Lahan asked, pulling Wen Mingqian's sleeve.
"Princess, I am the incense-making officer in the palace. I am a spice every day, and my body will inevitably be covered with fragrance." Wen Mingqian explained with a smile, "I don't know what fragrance the princess likes, I can make some for you."
"I like the smell of grass." Zhuolahan said, "There is no grassland in the capital, and I will not have the strength after staying for a long time."
"I can try to do it." Wen Mingqian said, "I just are afraid that it will not be like it."
"It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. You must be a female Bazan, so you will give birth to such a smart son in Chang'an." Zhuolahan said, "On the grassland, it depends on whether your son is smart or not."
"Miss Sanger, I won!" At this time, Yuchao shouted loudly, "This is a spoil for you!"
They tried to shoot arrows in vain, and they asked each to take out the spoil.
Yu Chao won, and the other two people's things would belong to him.
Sang Er walked up and refused, "It's not possible. This thing is too expensive and I can't take it."
It was a good yellow jade tiger-headed pendant, half the size of a palm.
"Hey, brother, isn't this yours?" Zhuolahan widened his eyes, "Where are the two you won?"
"It's all mine, I'll give you whatever you want." Yu Chao's black face was covered with a blush, "You're talking less!"
Ying Tong stood aside and looked cold, and whispered, "What's so great? It's just a barbarian."
Ying Bai stood farther away without saying a word. He had to warn him before, trying to stay out of the situation and not conflict with the people here.
Sang Er said he didn't want anything, and Wen Mingqian said for her, "It's not that she refused to accept the prince's reward. It's because this thing is too expensive. If she takes it, she will definitely be scolded when she turns back."
Yu Chao had to put away the jade pendant and gave her a string of giant clam beads he was wearing.
Sang Er had no choice but to put it in. "Miss Sang, although this prince lost more than archery, you are not worthy of rewards." Ying Tong said as he took off his finger and gave it to Sang Er.