Bianjing little doctor

Cao Yi frowned.

Speaking of Concubine Zhang, his handsome face showed disgust and dissatisfaction visible to the naked eye.

"In recent years, my sister has tolerated her everywhere, but Mrs. Zhang, relying on the favor of the officials, has become more and more disrespectful and arrogant..."

"Give it to her." Fu Jiuqu said flatly.

Cao Yi was stunned for a moment, "What are you talking about? Is it possible for a concubine to use the queen's ceremonial guard? If this is the case, wouldn't there be no distinction between superior and inferior in Song Dynasty, and the order would be disrupted?"

With a snort, Cao Yi said again: "What's more, Mrs. Zhang's move is clearly a provocation to her sister. If she is indulged this time and given her a queen's ceremonial guard, what will she want next time? Will she directly ask for it?" The queen's throne?"

The Cao family had long held grudges against the Zhang family. Cao Yi gritted his teeth when he said it, but Fu Jiuqu chuckled lightly.

"Lord Cao shouldn't be so short-sighted."

Cao Yi froze.

"If you want to take something, you must give it first." Fu Jiuqu looked away, his dark eyes were dark and cold, and his voice was unusually cold.

"Sage Cao in the palace understands this truth better than you. Indulge her, tolerate her, give her everything, let her be arrogant, defiant, arrogant... Usually, when a person reaches this level, he is not far from death .”

The narration was mixed with laughter, without any strong emotions, but Cao Yi couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, with goosebumps all over his body.

"Chonglou? You...what's the matter?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't say a word.

Cao Yi heard that his tone was wrong, and was about to ask, but Fu Jiuqu's bottomless black eyes suddenly turned around, stared into his eyes, stared at each other for a moment in the quiet space, and squinted like a ghost. up, still with a smile in his voice.

"Pang Xiang has a Taoist relative named Zhao Qingkuang, right?"

Cao Yi approached him slowly, "Why are you asking this?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "Mr. Pang works hard for state affairs, but his relatives live in such a poor life. Mr. Cao, you have to share the worries of the officials..."

"Heavy building..."

"Hush!" Fu Jiuqu said, "Don't ask anything. Eleven said that bad guys must die. This is the normal order."

"But you do this..."

"I'm also a bad person, and I must die too." Fu Jiuqu suddenly raised his hand to straighten Cao Yi's collar, and told him calmly in the almost eerie quiet space with a smile that Cao Yi couldn't understand.

"You are a good person. Senior brother, you are upright and upright. You deserve to live a long life... Thousands of years later, Uncle Cao Guo can still be promoted to one of the Eight Immortals and be worshiped by the world."

Cao Yi: ...

crazy!

Fu Jiuqu went crazy.

~

There is no need to describe the prosperity and grandeur of the Shangyuan Night Banquet.

After entering the palace, all the officials and wives paid respects to the emperor and empress one by one, and said some words of congratulations for the prosperity of the country and the people, and then the monarch and his ministers sat together, enjoying songs and dances, eating delicacies, and having a good night.

When Fu Jiuqu and Princess Chang entered the palace, everyone was shocked.

The king of Guangling County was banned for one year, but the officials did not remove him from his position and did not allow him to enter the inner palace. He was still the only nephew of the officials, a member of the Imperial City Department.

All the ministers watched their words and expressions, knowing that the official's move was to test the reaction of all officials, and to turn the old story over by the Shangyuan Night Banquet...

Fu Jiuqu was reinstated as an important official.

Some people greeted each other, while others were panic-stricken. There were different expressions at the banquet.

Fu Jiuqu didn't seem to see everyone's probing eyes, and sat calmly in his seat, drinking with his eyes down.

The servant sang non-stop, and it didn't take a while for Concubine Zhang to arrive late.

Today, the noble concubine is using the empress' guard of honor, and it is not unreasonable to appear in front of all officials.

Seeing this, all the officials looked at each other, already dissatisfied, but seeing Empress Cao smiling, they didn't seem to mind at all, and the Zhao officials even turned a blind eye.

At the festive feast, no one wants to be that annoying and ruin the atmosphere.

Concubine Zhang Guifei came down from the sedan chair, and with the support of two court ladies, she took the seat gracefully, sat at the lower head of the official house, and cast a provocative glance at Empress Cao who was seated on the phoenix seat.

"This sedan chair is soft and comfortable to sit on, and it doesn't bump at all. Thank you, sister."

Empress Cao didn't change her expression, "As long as you like it."

"I like it." Concubine Zhang Guifei said: "If my sister is not angry, I will sit down a few more times in the future."

Empress Cao smiled and didn't answer, as if she didn't see the interaction between her and the emperor's eyebrows, she just cast her eyes on the hall lightly.

It is said to be a banquet for all officials, but only the royal relatives and powerful ministers can enter the hall to drink with the emperor, and the rest of the officials are outside the hall, setting up a table like a flowing water table, toasting to celebrate the long live of the emperor...

There was heavy snow, and the silk and bamboo were melodious. Zhao Guanjia cast his eyes on his nephew several times, but he didn't get a familiar look.

Fu Jiuqu toasted him, very upright, very polite, and thoughtful, but Zhao Guanjia was very dissatisfied.

This is not his nephew.

Too alienated, too outsider...

Zhao Guanjia held his breath in his heart and left the table early. He wanted to go for a walk in the garden. Unexpectedly, he was bumped up by a palace maid just as he left the hall, almost knocking him out of breath.

"Bold!" Official Zhao finally had a way to vent his anger, "Pull it down! Beat... ten times with a stick."

Zhao Zhen is not a cruel person, the phrase "beating to death with a random stick" finally turned a corner and became ten blows.

A little yellow door came up resentfully, looked at the emperor's face, and was about to pull people to execute.

Unexpectedly, the court lady knelt down towards the emperor with a plop.

"Forgive me, the official. The maid is not an envoy in the palace. If she didn't learn the rules well, the maid is guilty..."

Her voice was terrified and desolate, and she was born with a cute and pitiful look, which made Zhao Guanjia's heart soften, and through the alcohol, she could see a sense of familiarity on her face.

"Aren't you the maid in the palace?"

The woman lowered her head and hummed lightly.

"The maidservant belongs to the eldest princess's mansion. She accompanied His Royal Highness into the palace for a banquet. She was anxious just now, afraid of offending the nobleman, but she didn't know the way to the palace. In her panic, she just ran into the official family... "

The woman's voice was as weak as a clear spring, and was blown into the ears by the faint snow wind, so fragile that it aroused pity.

Zhao Zhen rubbed his forehead and kept searching for this face in his memory.

"Have I seen you somewhere..."

The woman didn't answer, a thin silk palace gown rustled in the wind, she looked pitiful and helpless, with her elegant appearance, it seemed that she would fall down at any moment.

"My maidservant... didn't have this blessing to meet the official family before."

Zhao Guanjia's expression was slightly gloomy, "You raise your head."

The woman raised her chin, but her eyelashes drooped slightly, like a touch of green willows from distant mountains, her face was so pale that it was unbearable to criticize.

Zhao Guanjia was in a trance.

"What's your name?"

"My maid..." The woman bit her lower lip lightly, and said softly, "My maid's surname is Zhou, and her name is Yimian. She forcibly opened the wine to look at the mausoleum, and recalled the old joys of the king. Lychees hang down, thousands of flowers are waiting for the man to return."

Forced to open the wine to look at the mausoleum, remembering the old days of the king.

The kapok is full of lychee branches, and thousands of flowers are waiting for the man to return.

Zhao Guanjia's fingers trembled slightly, turned his back, and said in a low voice to the little yellow gate standing beside him: "Take her into the inner hall, and talk back after changing clothes."

~

Zhang Xue was also very happy today, the queen's ceremonial guard that she had been thinking about for a long time, finally let her come, and when she walked across the palace wall to the banquet in a sedan chair, she was so exhilarated by the envy of all the concubines.

"What's so great about a queen? An abandoned queen who is not favored by the emperor is worse than an abandoned woman in the market..."

Zhang Xue also favors the Sixth Palace, and the Zhao family regards her as more important than the eyeballs. No matter what she says, the servants in the palace are used to it. Apart from complimenting her, even those close to her are too lazy to remind her. One sentence.

Even if Empress Cao is sitting not far from her.

"Oh, look at my mouth." Zhang Xue also glanced at Empress Cao, and wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief embarrassingly, "I always speak out, no wonder the officials often say that I have no scheming and easily offend people..."

Empress Cao has not been favored for a long time, and she has become accustomed to the sympathy or ridicule of the crowd, and she watched the singing and dancing with a disapproving smile.

"Where's the official family?" Zhang Xue also got bored, only to find out that the emperor had been away for a long time.

The palace maid, Meng Ning, coughed lightly, "I must have gone to change clothes."

"Why is it taking so long?" Zhang Xueyi was dressed up glamorously today, and she covered the small rash on her face with thick powder.

Now that I've been sitting for a long time, my face is itchy.

"That's all." She stood up shyly, and glanced at Empress Cao, "I'll wait on the official's house."

She has always been unwilling to be restrained by others, when she comes and when she leaves, who can control her except Zhao Guan's family?
Empress Cao acted as if she hadn't seen it, her fingers tapped on her knees in rhythm, her complexion was soft, and her appearance was really the mother of the world.

Zhang Xue also snorted, "Where's the guard of honor for the palace? Hurry up and prepare, I'm going to find the official family."

In the main hall, Fu Jiuqu watched the back of Concubine Zhang leave, and smiled lazily, his dark starry eyes were hazy, like mountains, unfathomable...