After wearing the book, I was pampered by Master Guoshi!

Because the imperial concubine was injured, Wen Renjing had a feeling of chilling those old officials, so he let Ji Shaoyu take care of the affairs of the palace.

Without the leader Shen Qingbai today, the veterans are more cautious when speaking.

"Your Majesty, the weather in the south is good now, and a batch of fruits have been offered at the Qianqiu Banquet. Please take a look at it, Your Majesty."

Hearing this, a plate of exquisite grapes was brought up.

Wen Renjing looked at the purple-black grapes, and nodded without any surprise.

Then he said: "Everyone also taste this novel fruit."

She whispered to Yan Xi who was beside her, "Send some to the national teacher."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Ron."

No one made trouble, and the banquet was peaceful and peaceful.

"The emperor's uncle has fought for the country for many years, and there has never been a princess by his side to manage the affairs of the mansion. I thought it was time to choose a marriage for the emperor's uncle." Wen Renjing peeled the skin slowly.

Ji Shaoyu beside him did not speak from the beginning to the end, serving her dishes like a good wife and mother.

Shen Qianqiong was startled, when the two came in together, she felt something was wrong, and she didn't shy away from so many people.

It seems that the emperor wanted to do this on purpose, she winked at Qingyin, and Qingyin shyly avoided her eyes.

"It is indeed time for His Royal Highness the Regent to marry a wife. I wonder which family's daughter His Majesty wants to marry to His Highness." An old minister said slowly.

When everyone heard this, they felt that the opportunity had come. It would be a big deal if they could win over the regent.

Wen Yanzheng stroked his beard and said, "Yes! The regent has worked for the country for many years, so he can't be careless about marriage."

He had already sensed the emperor's thoughts, and thought of his son who was obsessed with beauty, so he said: "Of course it must be the prime minister's daughter, the number one talented woman in Tianqi City."

"Oh?" Wen Renjing exchanged glances with Mu Xia, and then said, "Uncle's advice."

"I really plan to marry Miss Shen to His Royal Highness the Regent, so that the national teacher can choose a good day to get married as soon as possible. This kid can make my father feel at ease."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En." Mu Xia and Shen Qianran stood up and saluted.

Shen Qianran's expression was agitated, but Shen Qianqiong, who was in the latter position, was so angry that she could marry the regent as his wife.

She wanted to see how a ruined woman would marry into the Regent's Palace after tonight.

"Your Majesty, drink less." Ji Shaoyu reached out to take the wine glass, his face soft.

Dressed in a dark brocade robe, he was elegant and dignified, and there was a smile on his fair, angular face.

Wen Renjing felt a slight chill in his heart, and subconsciously dodged his sharp hand.

Said embarrassingly: "Your Highness, you too."

"Your Majesty, today is the Qianqiu Banquet, and it is also a major event for His Highness the Regent. The concubines have nothing to give, so they want to play a song for His Highness."

Qingyin stood out with her pipa in her hands, with a melodious figure and delicate face, she looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

Seeing that it was her, Wen Renjing nodded and said, "Then ask Beauty Qing to play a song for fun."

The two had worked together before, and Shen Qianran nodded to her very politely.

The pipa sounded, and the guests were immersed in the sound in an uproar.

After the song, Qingyin walked slowly in front of Wen Renjing to salute, and said softly: "Your Majesty, have the concubine's skills regressed?"

Wen Renjing's eyes moved slightly, and her thin lips said, "Very good."

She doesn't know what rhythm!In the past, I only learned the piano and guitar for a few days, and I only knew six of them in ancient times, and I didn't know anything about them.

An imperceptible glint flashed in Qingyin's clear eyes, and then she put down the pipa, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment."

"Qingyin is Your Majesty's poisoned wine." After finishing speaking, the slender Tongbai hand lightly picked up the jade white wine pot.

Ji Shaoyu frowned helplessly.

A smile appeared on Shen Qianqiong's face, the slander in my heart is really God's help, fortunately the imperial concubine did not attend today, otherwise it would be difficult to get close to His Majesty!
She walked up to Shen Qianran with a wine glass in her hand, and said weakly: "Congratulations to my sister today, I hope my sister can marry into the Regent's Palace as soon as possible."

Shen Qianran subconsciously took a few steps back, her face was cold, and she didn't say a word.

"Is my sister still blaming me?" She looked at Shen Qianran with a smile, looked at the wine glass in her hand, and said slowly, "I was obsessed with ghosts that day, please don't blame me if you go back and forth, I am just a person who is not favored in the palace. Concubine, it is only reasonable for you to look down on me."

"I didn't mean that. Beauty Shen, don't underestimate yourself." Shen Qianran's eyes moved with a bit of sentimentality.

Shen Qianqiong handed over the wine glass, and said weakly and slowly: "If my sister forgives me, it will be my apology bar! In the future, we sisters must take good care of each other."

Looking at the wine glass hesitantly, she didn't want to embarrass her sister in this scene, so Shen Qianran took the wine glass.

After taking a sip, he said: "Today I will forgive you, but don't even think about helping me. Live your life in the palace well. Your Majesty is a good man, and I believe he will not treat you badly."

Seeing her drink the wine, Shen Qianran saluted weakly, and said slowly: "Listen to my sister."

"Your Majesty has drunk enough, let Shaoyu do this for you!" Ji Shaoyu snatched the wine glass from Wen Renjing's hand.

There is a bit of tenderness in the slender peach blossom eyes, and the gentle face remains gentle from beginning to end.

Before Wen Renjing could say anything, the wine had already entered Ji Shaoyu's stomach.

She looked awkward, and said to Qingyin: "Go back to your seat first."

Qingyin's face moved slightly, but she pressed her thoughts, nodded and went down.

She lowered her voice to Ji Shaoyu's ear and said, "You are not afraid of being poisoned in the wine."

"Dare to assassinate the emperor at the Qianqiu Banquet, I'm afraid no one has the ability." Ji Shaoyu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled a little.

The sharp hand rested on the wine glass, and his expression moved slightly.

"Your Majesty, Her Majesty the Holy Maiden said that she is not feeling well, so today's Qianqiu Banquet will not come."

Xiao Dezi's voice sounded.

Wen Renjing withdrew her eyes, and said in a serious manner: "Since the saint is not feeling well, then send an imperial physician to take a look."

"This is the first visit, does the saint look down on our apocalypse too much, why is the Qianqiu Banquet so important?"

"The saintess spreading blessings is the grace of the apocalypse, Qi Ronger and others are talking in vain."

"What about the saint? This is in the apocalypse!"

Wen Renjing was annoyed to death seeing these civil servants and military generals starting to make noise again.

A little palace maid came forward and said, "Your Majesty, the national teacher seems to be unwell, so let the slaves take His Majesty there."

She just wanted to escape, so she simply left with the maid, fearing that Rong Chen made a mistake, so she didn't take anyone with her.

Detour around the dimly lit path, which is not the way to Ziyuan.

Wen Renjing said suspiciously: "This is not going to Ziyuan."

"Return to Your Majesty, the national teacher is in Chengde Hall." The maid replied.