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Chapter 458 The Prosperous Dinner Party and the Emperor's Little Brother
Hanjing, on the west side of Dali Palace.

Inside a majestic and magnificent palace with a plaque named 'Splendid Weiyang'.

There is a court feast going on.

The Young Emperor Dali hosted a banquet for Confucian scholars from Linlu Academy who came from afar. Civil and military officials above the fifth grade of Liting, as well as nobles above the Viscount, were all present to clean up the dust for Confucian scholars such as Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu.

When Zhao Rong entered the palace in the evening, he did not bring Xiaoqian'er and Fairy Su with him, but only Li Bai.

The latter disguised himself as a bodyguard and entered the palace together. Zhao Rong knew that he liked to drink, and it happened that Dali must have enough good wine tonight. In Li Bai's words, "You have a conscience."

Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall did not bring their accompanying female relatives either.

At that time, they were thinking about this kind of entertainment and communication with men, and it was quite inconvenient to bring their female relatives.

However, after arriving at the scene, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other.

At the Weiyang Palace banquet, apart from the unmarried little emperor and the unsmiling regent Li Mingyi, most civil and military officials brought their wives or children and other family members.

Moreover, not long after Zhao Rong started the banquet, he felt that the atmosphere of Dali seems to be quite open...

But it's all right, and at the feast that followed, they were also accompanied by beauties with long sleeves and good dancers, and they poured glasses and fed them wine.

But at the Weiyang Palace feast, the Dugu clan who listened to the government behind the curtain did not come to attend.

Thinking about it, she, as a widow and a queen whose mother is far away, should try her best to avoid this kind of lively and social banquet.

In addition, you must avoid being alone with strong men on any occasion, just like welcoming Zhao Rong and others outside Hanjing at noon today.

It is said that there are many gossips at the widow's door.

Zhao Rong secretly thought.

Well, beautiful widows are even worse, and beautiful widows with money or power... Zhao Rong would like to call it, lore.

According to his history reading experience, in any dynasty throughout the ages, men can arouse great interest in any gossip about widows.

Therefore, if a widow like the Dugu family is even a little negligent, such as summoning a general or minister to talk, accidentally closing the door or something.

Then if some reminiscent words are released, it is estimated that it will spread throughout Hanjing overnight, causing heated discussions among the people in Dali.

And if this happened to the Empress Dowager Dugu, 100% can still enter the unofficial history, for the descendants of Dali to talk about it after dinner.

At that time, behind the closed door, it is estimated that there will be countless little stories to be imagined.

The biography is vivid and vivid, which is called three people becoming a tiger.

Well, even if the door is closed for a short time, but no matter how short it is, you can still get things done, right?

Zhao Rong couldn't help but nodded.

Good guy, if you look at it this way, it is estimated that the ministers of the imperial court are also afraid of talking with Dugu, and they will be frightened. If they are not careful, they will be associated with a certain word about speed. Go down in history?
At this time, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other for Dugu's absence, then looked away and went to sit down.

They were in no hurry.

The Empress Dowager strongly promoted the matter of Feng Chan, and time is running out, so if they are invited tonight, they will always meet and have a talk.

Facing their group of Confucian scholars at this moment, the little emperor was extremely enthusiastic, and he asked Zhao Rong and others to sit very close to each other.

Especially Zhao Rong.

The highest seat in the hall was of course the little emperor, and the lower left of the seat was Zhao Rong's seat.

Opposite him, that is, on the lower right of the little emperor, sat Li Mingyi, the regent of Dali, tall and burly, with a calm and majestic face.

Not long after, the dinner began, and the graceful dancer slowly entered the arena.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other Confucian scholars drank and ate food under the service of accompanying beauties.

No one started to talk about Feng Chan, they seemed to have forgotten, and only concentrated on the dinner.

It is said that the Goddess Li is beautiful, and her slender waist is famous in Wangque, and she is the best in all the countries below the mountain. Most of the Li girls with slender waists are also good at dancing, and the dancers trained by the Dali court are even more outstanding.

Even the "righteous" Gu Yiwu widened his eyes like copper bells, admiring the dance of Li Nu. Although he already had a Li Mai maid, the dancers and singers specially kept in captivity in the court of the secular dynasty are sometimes The fairy family on the face mountain can't enjoy it either.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but take a few more glances, and when it comes to women's dancing posture...

Qingjun's waist is also very slender, and she should look good in dancing, but she doesn't seem to have learned much, and she probably isn't as good as her cooking skills.As for Tiny, uh, dancing?Does jumping count?She is quite good at jumping, and she also likes to kick the quilt when she sleeps, and kick him...

The young Confucian scholar secretly thought about these women who were in his heart, compared them, and felt a little regretful.

But even so, he didn't pay much attention to it, he still thought his girls were nice, and dancing practice seemed to be a pain in the ass, so Qingjun Xiaoxiao wanted Qian'er and their beautiful feet... Zhao Rong was very reluctant.

Just like that, in Weiyang Palace.

String songs and costumes, beauties and wine, poetry and songs.

For a time, it was bustling and lively.

However, Zhao Rong didn't drink much and tried to stay sober, observing everyone in the hall.

Although the banquet was noisy at this time, there were some scenes that he found quite interesting.

For example, the little emperor sat in the first place, wearing a purple five-clawed dragon robe, and often made noises to stir up the atmosphere at the banquet, like a small adult. The civil servants who were born as Confucian scholars also cooperated very well, but most of the honorable generals were absent-minded.

And Li Mingyi, who was at the bottom, was dressed in a simple python robe, and he didn't talk much, just doing things on his own.

But in the main hall, many eyes still involuntarily fell on Li Mingyi, especially those honorable generals.

Sometimes when the little emperor was talking, he couldn't help but look sideways at Li Mingyi, checking his reaction.

It's just that the latter is mostly unsmiling, except for glancing at Zhao Rong from time to time...

"Mr. Zhao." At this time, the little emperor raised his glass and said with concern: "You have worked hard on this journey. On behalf of the people of Dali, I would like to present you with this glass of wine."

He is young, and he still speaks with a childlike accent, tender and youthful, but his small face is serious.

Zhao Rong nodded, took the accompanying beauty and handed it to the wine glass, clasped his hands together, and replied, "I don't dare to do it. It's all a matter of duty."

The little emperor seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Zhao, those two masterpieces of yours have spread all over Hanjing. I... I have read them many times, and the more I read, the more amazed I am."

As he was talking, the young emperor couldn't help but put down his wine glass, raised his head slightly, looked up, and recited: "...the crowd searched for him thousands of times... suddenly looking back, the man was...but in a dimly lit place... Dimly lit place..."

The little emperor had a singing voice suitable for poetry, every word and every word, with an expression of admiration on his face.

At this time, he turned his head happily and stared intently at Zhao Rong who was raising his eyebrows, "Mr. Zhao, the artistic conception and rhyme are too beautiful. I can match many poems I have read before. This... this is the legend." Does Nanshan taste the poems in it?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer immediately, but focused on other places.

He glanced at the excited young man in front of him, and then at the expressions of the ministers in the hall. It seemed that everyone knew the poems he wrote.

Spread it all over Hanjing?

Zhao Rong was a little stunned, was this done by that Dugu family, or was it done by Li Mingyi, to help him make a name for himself?

No wonder he was so popular when he entered the city today, so it wasn't all because of his handsome face.

The young Confucian scholar rubbed his face, coughed, and shook his head: "Your Majesty is honored, it's just a coincidence that I have some inspiration for standing on the shoulders of the seniors who stand on the high mountains."

The little emperor shook his head, "Mr. Zhao is too modest. The teachers were all amazed by the poem written by him. I heard from the people below that you wrote the poem for the well-known Fairy Su in Ziwei Pavilion. That fairy It's really a blessing to have Mr. Zhao's pity."

Zhao Rong lowered his head to drink.

However, the little emperor continued to sigh: "The lanterns, moon, fireworks, and flutes in the upper column of this word are intertwined into a jubilant scene, and the dazzling groups of beautiful women written in the lower column are all just Designed for the one you want."

"Hiss, looking back suddenly... the dimly lit place..." He analyzed it decently, and said with a hammer of emotion: "Besides, if there is no her in the dimly lit place, then what is the meaning and interest of everything! "

"Mr. Zhao! Is this the distant meaning you wanted to express when you wrote this poem?" The delicate and thin little emperor blushed with excitement, and looked at Zhao Rong with a look of admiration.

Zhao Rong: "..."

He couldn't help but look at the little emperor's expression, and really wanted to say... well, no.

But it stopped.

You like brain supplements so much, I can't help it.

"Ahem." He didn't say much, but lightly cupped his hands at the little emperor and all the ministers.

"By the way, there is another song about Li Meiren." However, the little emperor did not let him go, and continued to chant excitedly: "Bei Guo Li Meiren...Beautiful eyebrows and crescent moon..."

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed, how could such a good dinner be the same as an idol meeting.

Hmm, "About the fact that the little emperor from Dali is my little fanboy"?
He suddenly understood a little bit in his previous life, why it is said that poets like Li Bai and Su Dongpo were the stars of the time. These powerful poets and poets were indeed superstars in those times when entertainment was scarce...

and so.

bring it to you.

Now, Zhao Rong has also become a "superstar" in Dali, and the needle does not poke...

The little emperor stretched out his hand enthusiastically and excitedly to grab Zhao Rong's hand, but Zhao Rong was very experienced in this, and felt that something was wrong long ago, so he retracted his hand calmly.

But the boy was in the middle of his sexuality, so he didn't care much, but continued:
"Mr. Zhao, don't you know that this song Li Meiren is very popular in the Le Fang Division in private, and it is very popular with those sisters of the moon... the female officials like it."

Halfway through the speech, the little emperor realized that there were some words that were not suitable for the emperor's status, so he quickly changed his words.

When the words fell, he also glanced sideways at the emperor uncle.

The latter was lowering his eyes again, drinking wine and picking up food, but there was no follow-up reaction, and the boy quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Facing the little emperor's lead in chasing stars at this time, Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Afterwards, the former enthusiastically toasted him.

All the ministers at the banquet also catered to them one after another, praising the two poems and toasting Zhao Rong frequently, which was very lively.

Zhao Rong, who didn't want to drink at first, accepted the invitation one by one.

Fortunately, he was a martial artist, so the wine didn't get in the way.

What makes Zhao Rong quite speechless is that it seems that not only the young and naive little emperor is chasing stars, but also many female relatives brought by the ministers and generals at the banquet cast admiring glances at him, including... winking .

Moreover, among these female relatives, there are several imperial wives who seem to be of high rank. They looked mature and dignified before, but now... cough cough.

Good guy, is the atmosphere in your circle so open?Your man is right here now... Uh, well, it seems like he was drunk.

Zhao Rong's eyes twitched twice, and he lowered his eyes to avoid the admiring and provocative gazes of these imperial wives.

In his heart, he mourned for half a second for these Confucian colleagues in Dali...

Tonight, the little emperor seemed very happy, he couldn't help seeing his idol, there was no mother at the dinner, and the emperor uncle didn't stop him from getting close to Zhao Rong.

So the thin boy in the dragon robe couldn't help but drink a few more glasses of wine.

He couldn't help but chant Zhao Rong's two poems that seemed to describe the charm of a woman, with a longing look on his face, mixed with drunkenness.

Some are immersed in it.

Amazing, Mr. Zhao's exquisite descriptions of beauties...

At this moment, the court beauty sitting next to the little emperor reached out to pour wine for the little emperor.

He took it, glanced at a certain frost-white slender body from the corner of his eye, and stopped immediately.

The little emperor stared blankly at the pair of jade hands of the beautiful sister, and felt that they were also very beautiful, just like the lines in Mr. Zhao's poems.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to chant a poem too.

It's just that the little emperor was young and didn't study for a long time, and couldn't spit out any subtle words for a while, so he had to give up in frustration.

However, the feeling of appreciating and being close to beautiful things in the boy's heart is still in his heart.

The little emperor couldn't help reaching out, curiously and ignorantly squeezed the jade hand of the beauty who accompanied the wine.

The latter froze for a moment, then smiled.

The little emperor was a little stunned, only feeling that his body was gradually becoming weird, but this feeling was also very beautiful.

The next second, as if awakened by the noise, the boy blushed and quickly withdrew his hand.

Zhao Rong who was next to him happened to see this scene and couldn't help laughing.

The little emperor kept paying attention to Mr. Zhao, and he also noticed the smile on his face at this time, so he became even more ashamed.

The boy hurriedly drank to cover up, but he choked several times in a row, and the beauty who poured the wine quickly patted him on the back.

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head... This kid is a bit cute, he is the emperor of this great distance, and he is approaching the age of marriage in this era, but he is so shy and ignorant even touching a woman's hand, this is the first time Second-rate?
"Mr. Zhao..." The little emperor stammered with embarrassment.

Zhao Rong turned his head with a smile, and said in a 'curious' tone: "I just thought of a happy event and lost my mind, Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The little emperor stared blankly at the young Confucian scholar who pretended to be stupefied, and quickly shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

In the next second, the two who met for the first time today could all smile at the same time.

The young man in the purple dragon robe only felt that this mother's kiss could control his throne, and he was really close to the young Confucian scholar who asked him to work hard to get close.

On the side, Li Mingyi in the python robe was sitting upright, as if he didn't see this, and didn't say a word...

After half an hour.

The feast was coming to an end, Li Mingyi suddenly put down his wine glass and got up.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Gu, please move to the apse."

With a calm word, he got up and led the way to the apse of Weiyang Palace.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other, stood up and followed...

In the main hall, many people noticed this scene, but they did not respond and continued to enjoy the dinner.

On the other side, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu followed Li Mingyi after walking for a while, and then entered a brightly lit hall with doors and windows open.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the door, they saw a thin purple bead curtain blocking off the top seat in this hall.

Behind the purple bead chain, a woman in white clothes with a white veil can be vaguely seen, sitting and waiting.

.........

(End of this chapter)