big song poppi

Chapter 424 0420 [Keep your voice down, don’t wake her up]

After a while, Han Zhen picked up the wine glass with a smile on his face.

"Everyone, drink to win!"

"Drink victory!"

All the ministers and envoys quickly picked up a glass of wine and shouted in unison.

After a meal of wine, the maids who had been waiting for a long time began to pass the dishes around.

Han Shizhong breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that the food was finally served.

The first dish, said to be a dish, was actually some exquisite pastries.

But pastries are just pastries, so I’ll fill my stomach first.

Thinking of this, Han Shizhong picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as he took the pastry into his mouth, his expression froze.

So hard, and the taste is hard to describe...

At this moment, Wu Min, the Minister of Rites opposite, reminded: "General Han, the first round of dishes is to look at the plate."

"I see."

Han Shizhong looked embarrassed.

Han Zhen laughed and said: "Haha, the original idea was to look at the market, and I almost couldn't help but eat it."

"Haha."

These words made all the ministers smile knowingly.

Han Shizhong glanced at Han Zhen gratefully. How could the officials not know the etiquette of the state banquet? They were obviously helping him out.

In fact, these nine cups of wine are called the gift of nine cups.

A glass of wine, a round of dishes, and in the middle of each round of dishes, there are performances such as Nuo opera, music and dance, and the music played is different.

The first four rounds were all about looking at dishes, fruits, preserves, etc. It was not until the fifth glass of wine that the hard dishes were finally served.

Suofen and white meat pancakes.

Suofen is mung bean vermicelli, and white meat Hubing is equivalent to Roujiamo.

The state banquet is just that, part of etiquette and a political event.

Every dish has been ordered in advance and has a name. If you want to taste delicious food, it is better to go to the East and West Night Market, where the food is better than the state banquet.

However, warriors like Nie Dong and Wei Da couldn't control that much and just kept their heads down.

At the end of the day, even Xie Ding, Chang Yukun and other civil servants were so hungry that their chests pressed against their backs and they picked up chopsticks one after another.

Fortunately, after the sixth drink, we finally had the real hard food.

Qunxian Zhi, commonly known as barbecue platter.

In the side hall.

Yao Pingzhong ate the barbecue and asked, "How is General Liu doing?"

"Ugh!"

Speaking of his father, Liu Qi sighed slightly: "The imperial doctors were helpless. Now they are holding their breath, wondering whether they will walk in front of General Zhong."

Yao Pingzhong comforted him: "Birth, old age, illness and death are the normal course of reincarnation. Brother Liu, please take it easy."

Liu Qi asked, "Is there any news about your father?"

"No, I still don't know whether he is alive or dead."

Yao Pingzhong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Three months ago, his father Yao Gu, together with Zhong Shizhong, was ordered to rush to Taiyuan. Due to the emergency military situation, there was a serious disconnect between the front army and the central army. They were ambushed by Wanyan Yinshuke at Sanjiao, and the Song army was defeated.

Zhongshi was captured, and Yao Gu was hit by an arrow in his chest. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Even if he is still alive, he should be in a prisoner-of-war camp in Datong Mansion right now, and it would be impossible to come back.

Liu Qi raised his eyebrows and said: "Isn't the envoy from the Kingdom of Jin here? Let your majesty ask. If General Yao is still alive, he can be redeemed and that will be it."

Yao Pingzhong looked embarrassed and said: "I'll tell you the truth, my brother has recently been demoted and has not made any achievements. How dare he open his mouth to ask for His Majesty's help?"

Seeing this, Liu Qi couldn't help but mocked: "Thank you for being an official for so many years, why do you look like a lump on an elm tree?"

"Brother, do you have any ideas?"

Yao Pingzhong's expression changed and he quickly picked up the wine cup and made a toast.

Liu Qi picked up the wine cup and touched it with him, then lowered his voice and said, "The official family went to visit General Zhong a while ago."

"That's it?"

Yao Pingzhong waited for a moment, and when he saw that the other party had nothing to say, he couldn't help but look strange.

"Are you really fucking stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?"

Liu Qi curled his lips and said in an ironic tone: "If the officials want to easily take over the Fifth Northwest Road, do they have to rely on a few of us? Although my father is seriously ill, he is not dead after all, and his uncles and brothers are all in Xizhou, and his subordinates More than 10,000 soldiers will not move. At that time, if we raise our arms, Lanzhou and Xizhou will be included in the territory of our Qi State without any effort."

"What about the Yao family? You are the only one in the capital and you are still in the capital. Do you think the official family will redeem your father?"

The Yao family does not have many descendants like the Liu family, but has only a few members.

Yao Si has two sons, Yao Xiong and Yao Gu.

Yao Xiong died young and had only two daughters. Yao Gu had no heirs at all. Yao Pingzhong was an adopted son from a distant clan.

The Yao family's foundation in the northwest is shallow, not as good as the Zhong family. If Yao Gu cannot come back, the Yao family's influence in the northwest will disappear in an instant.

"Wow!"

Yao Pingzhong slapped his thigh and suddenly woke up.

Liu Qi warned: "Tomorrow you make a deal, don't worry about the rest, the officials will take care of it."

"It's still better than my brother!"

Yao Pingzhong raised his thumb with a look of admiration on his face.

Liu Qi said proudly: "Although I am young, these few years have not been in vain."

"Brother, here's another toast to you."

Yao Pingzhong solved a problem on his mind, felt at ease, and raised his glass to toast again.

……

The state banquet lasted until late at night, and all the civil and military officials left the imperial city drunk.

"Wow!"

Zhao Fujin lay on the bed and vomited.

On the fair and delicate neck, a few blood vessels appeared faintly due to excessive exertion.

Zhao Fujin patted her back gently. Seeing his sister's expression of pain, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.

After a while, Zhao Fujin lay down again, breathing heavily.

Zhao Fujin took the wet handkerchief, wiped the corners of her mouth gently, and said, "Don't drink so much. You will suffer in the end."

"I'm so happy...Besides, I'm the queen...how can I not drink the toast from my wife...how can I not drink it?"

Zhao Fujin opened his tongue and said vaguely, his charming and naive appearance was extremely cute.

"You."

Zhao Fujin sighed helplessly.

"elder sister!"

Zhao Fujin murmured like a kitten, stretched out his hand to hold her waist, and arched his head towards her.

Queen Mingda died early, and Zhenghe left three years ago. Zhao Fujin was only five years old at that time, and his childhood was completely spent in Zhao Fujin's care.

The relationship between the two sisters is evident. Zhao Fujin gently stroked his sister's silky hair, his eyes full of love.

After a while, Zhao Fujin fell into sleep.

Bang bang bang~

The sound of banging at midnight came from outside the hall.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhao Fujin moved slightly, trying to get rid of his sister's hands.

As if sensing movement, the little girl's hands tightened around her waist.

Seeing this, Zhao Fujin couldn't help but smile bitterly and planned to wait a little longer.

It's just that she also drank a lot tonight, and now her mind was so groggy that she fell asleep leaning on the bed without realizing it.

……

In the study room behind Yanfu Palace.

Han Zhen sat behind the desk, quietly sipping tea.

Kang Gongbi stood there tremblingly, feeling uneasy.

He didn't understand why Han Zhen suddenly summoned him after the state banquet.

After a while, Han Zhen broke the silence and asked, "When will Ambassador Kang return to the Kingdom of Jin?"

"The foreign minister plans to leave tomorrow."

Kang Gongbi answered truthfully.

Han Zhen tapped the table with his finger and said: "The corpses of Jin Wushu and other nobles of the Jin Kingdom can be returned to you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Foreign Minister!"

Kang Gongbi's eyes lit up and he quickly bowed to express his thanks.

"but……"

This, however, made Kang Gongbi feel excited again.

Sure enough, he knew there was no such thing as a good thing.

Han Zhen said, "However, the Kingdom of Jin needs prisoners of war in exchange."

Kang Gongbi asked bravely: "I wonder which prisoners of war your Majesty wants to exchange?"

"Zhongshi Zhong, Yao Gu!"

Han Zhen named two names.

"This……"

Kang Gongbi looked troubled.

It's not that they don't want to change, but these Zhao and Song prisoners of war are all in Datong, Shanxi, in the hands of Wanyan Zonghan.

Whether to exchange or not, let alone him, even Wanyan Wu couldn't decide whether to buy or not.

Wanyan Zonghan is now the Tu emperor, with soldiers, generals, money and food. Three people from Bojilie support him. He also has Wanyan Loushi, Wanyan Yinshuke, Wanyan Xiyin and other fierce generals and counselors under his command, as well as a group of Liao soldiers. country nobility.

Han Zhen naturally knew this, so he said, "I know you can't decide this matter, so go back and discuss it carefully."

"The foreign minister resigns!"

Kang Gongbi bowed and hurried out of the study.

After the other party left, Han Zhen ordered Yan Jie on the side: "It's getting late, so you should rest early."

Yan Jie held a pen in one hand and a daily note in the other. He shook his head and refused, saying: "Your Majesty is not asleep yet. How can a humble minister sleep first?"

Hearing this, Han Zhen didn't bother to care about him anymore, got up and went to Ruizhu Palace.

After following Han Zhen outside Ruizhu Hall and seeing Han Zhen enter the hall with his own eyes, Yan Jie wrote: "The emperor stayed at Ruizhu Hall at night."

After he finished writing, he put away the pen and paper, turned around and left.

As a living room keeper, Yan Jie lived in the palace, but it was not the back garden, but the Jiying Hall on the periphery.

……

"I have met His Majesty."

Outside the palace, two maids bowed down to greet him.

"Ah."

Han Zhen nodded and ordered: "It's getting late, so don't stay here and go to bed early."

A palace maid was about to speak, but was stopped by another person, who nodded and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After that, the two people left in a hurry.

After walking some distance, one of the palace maids whispered: "Empress Maode is still in the palace. This is against etiquette."

Hearing this, another person scolded: "You are an elm-headed man. Can we get involved in this kind of thing? What is the relationship between the saint and Maode Diji? How can you not know that if you ruin Maode Diji's affairs?" , can you and I afford it?"

The palace maid was startled, suddenly realized, and quickly thanked her: "Thank you, Sister Xiaotao."

The palace maid named Xiao Taoer warned: "Remember, there are some things in this back garden that we can take care of, and there are some things that we can just ignore if we see them."

"I understand."

The palace maid nodded solemnly.

……

In the bedroom.

The candle burned quietly, emitting bursts of dim light.

Although the alcohol content of the rice wine and fruit wine at the moment is low, I can’t help but drink too much.

At this time, the stamina came back, and Han Zhen felt a little dizzy.

He took off his gown, blew out the candles, and walked towards the bed.

Pushing aside layers of gauze, Han Zhen came to the bed in disgrace and hugged a delicate body.

His big hands habitually reached up to the fruit and buttocks, but the next moment, his movements stagnated.

There's something wrong with this feeling!

How could he not know that this girl Fu Jin is so big?

Han Zhenjiu woke up immediately and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."

A shy voice sounded in the darkness.

Han Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Empress Maode?"

"Yes."

Zhao Fujin's face turned red with embarrassment. Feeling the heat coming from her big hands, she said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, can you let me go first? It's time for me to go back."

Han Zhen thought for a while and replied, "I'll come back tomorrow."

Come back tomorrow.

This...what is this word?

Zhao Fujin felt that the big hands on his hips began to act strangely, his whole body was sore and weak, and even his breathing became rapid.

"But...but Fujin is still there."

Zhao Fujin was so embarrassed that he almost cried.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake her up."

After Han Zhen finished speaking, he slowly leaned down.

(End of this chapter)