Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Knowing that there is no escape, Mo Shujin can only stay in the banquet hall and wait for the possible "two knives" or "venomous poison" Mo Shujin wants to cry but has no tears.

He was full of resentment, but he had no choice but to swallow the grievance An Sheng filled his throat.

After all, although his seventh brother is not a big deal, he is still very reliable in handling things.

Since he said that he has prepared all kinds of wound medicines and he will not let him lose this little life, then he will definitely not die because of it-with his current ability, he still obediently stays on the field and defends. It is safer to be with his seventh brother.

He was stabbed twice to the left and right, and he was beaten to death by his old mother and that unreasonable little lunatic from Mu's family. He has long been a skilled worker lying dead on the bed.

Mo Shujin comforted himself in this way, grabbed the chopsticks, and poked a few meatballs in front of him bitterly.

He imagined the meatball as the head of Zhu Sheng and the others, and stabbed it to pieces in one breath. After the bad breath dissipated, after a while, he gradually calmed down.

So Mo Shujin lowered his head and let out a long sigh to change his mood, then turned his head and quietly watched the singing and dancing in the hall.

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"Master Hou, you've drunk almost two jars of wine, you really can't drink any more of this wine."

In the Marquis of Anping, the old steward bowed and blocked the wine jar, his eyes were full of disapproval.

After Zhu Feng's unfortunate death a few years ago, the Hou's Mansion was like a plague, with all kinds of bad luck coming one after another. Until now, there is still an old man in the Hou's Mansion who is still ordered to stay by the Marquis of Anping's side to serve him. He was the only one left.

"Drink again, you should be drunk." The old steward persuaded in a low voice, and then blocked the mouth of the jar that was about to be touched with the wine cup.

Zhu Sheng was silent for a while when he heard this, and then lowered his brows and eyes, and slowly let go of his voice: "At this time... the palace banquet in the imperial city should have started?"

"Go back to Marquis, look at the sky," the old steward looked up at the stars scattered in the night sky, and nodded slightly, "The palace banquet should have been held for a while."

"The palace banquets in the imperial city always start at the end of the Shen Dynasty and the beginning of the year. Now it is almost past the time of the year. It is the most lively time for the palace banquet."

"Well, it's indeed the busiest time." Zhu Sheng, who put down the wine jar, lowered his jaw a little, and then raised his hand to push the bamboo leaf green that had a little foundation left on the jar, "Go, keep Benhou for a long time. Bring the altar of champion red."

"Master Hou." The old steward frowned, "The Zhuangyuanhong is medicinal wine."

"It doesn't matter, you can go if you are told." Zhu Sheng said, shaking his sleeves a little impatiently as he spoke, "I know my own body...you just take the wine."

"Here! Hey...here." The old steward was startled when he heard the words. He fixedly stared at Zhu Sheng for a long while, seeing that the latter was determined and had no intention of changing his mind at all, so he said yes in a muffled voice, and turned around. want to go.

Unexpectedly, before he could take a step forward, Zhu Sheng, who had been standing by the table, stopped him first. The old steward turned his head in a daze, and saw his master Hou playing with the wine cup with his head down, a pair of hair The cloudy eyeballs were covered by eyelashes, so dim that people could not see clearly.

"After getting the wine, don't forget to go back and prepare a carriage for Ben Hou." Zhu Sheng raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "The carriage to the palace."

After hearing this, the old steward couldn't help but become even more stunned: "The carriage to the palace... Marquis, do you want to enter the palace?"

"Yes, enter the palace." Zhu Sheng lowered his head and sneered, "Today is the New Year's Palace banquet, and all civil and military officials above the fifth rank of the dynasty will enter the palace to attend the banquet."

"Although this Marquis was dismissed by His Majesty, he has never been deposed by him..."

"The name of Zhu Shi's Super Marquis is still on the top of this Marquis's head. I have nothing to do tonight, and I want to go to the palace banquet to celebrate the New Year with His Majesty and all the officials... ...Is there any problem with that?"

"Anyway, just obediently follow what the Marquis ordered."

"...Yes." The old steward cupped his hands, and he opened his mouth several times before responding, but he couldn't utter a single word after all. Zhu Sheng looked up at the back of the old steward leaving in a hurry, feeling a burst of sadness for no reason. Come.

——The number one scholar's red was originally something he had treasured for many years, and planned to save it for Chengxu's wedding day before taking it out for the big banquet.

It's a pity... Chengxu's life is too thin, before he had the chance to drink the fine wine he had reserved for a long time, he took a step ahead of him and rushed to that road to hell.

His only grandson died, and his wife passed away for nearly ten years. His son is a puddle of mud that cannot support the wall. lost his life.

Now, in this huge Hou Mansion, he can't even find anyone who can speak his heart.

Good thing he was dying too.

Zhu Sheng lowered his eyebrows and stared at the wine cup in his hand, his fingernails scratched the glaze, making a slippery and piercing sound, and he suddenly remembered what Mo Shu had said to him when he came to visit him a few days ago——

He said that the woman Mu Shiyan and the abandoned wife Xiaoshi lied to him, and she was already unclean long before she married into the palace.

He said that woman held his life and forced him to accept her as a disloyal slut.

He said that if there hadn't been rumors that he was an "infatuated species" spread in Beijing for no reason, he would never have allowed such a woman to set foot in his Nan'an Palace.

He asked him if he still remembered Cheng Xu who died tragically in the south of the Yangtze River, and asked him if he remembered Zhu Feng who died for him three or four years ago and served him for dozens of years, almost as his brother.

He talked about Shuyun's death, and he also talked about the little princess who lost his father before he was one year old.

He talked about Yu Chuan and Sui Yu, who were caught and executed by His Majesty and King Jin...

He said that Mo Shujin was all to blame for what happened to them today.

Blame him for interfering with their good affairs for no reason, blame him for escaping his poisonous killing.

Blame him for being a blind cat and a dead mouse and forcing him to ask what Hu Yun, Liu Wen and others were hiding...

He knew that he wanted to arouse his hatred for His Highness the Sixth Highness in his heart, so that he could find an opportunity to kill Mo Shujin to avenge Cheng Xu, and at the same time, vent his anger on him.

He also knew in his heart that this was Yuan'er's intention to take the opportunity to get rid of him and the Hou Fu because he thought he knew too much and lost his power.

——His grandson died, but his grandson tried every means to take his old life.

Zhu Sheng grinned silently, and an extremely ugly smile slowly appeared on his face. There was an inexplicable and inexplicable sense of relief hidden in the bitterness of that smile. He knew he was tired.

He has been fighting with people in the court all his life, and he has long been tired.

"Master Hou, your wine." The old steward who had gone to fetch the wine went back and forth. He put down the wine jar, and then lowered his voice slightly, "The car is also ready."

"Okay, I understand." Zhu Sheng nodded, opened the altar and poured out a cup full of champion red.

The wine that he had stored for many years became bitter for no reason when it entered his throat, he sucked on the aftertaste of medicine, got up and pulled the cloak that was on the shelf.

His time has come.

"Let's go."