From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 63 The Beginning of the Conspiracy

A little bit of joy flashed in my heart, the tender rabbit blinked, opened the paper bag, and the tiny petals, which had been dried in the sun, exuded a faint fragrance, softening the fragrance of chrysanthemums and aged Pu'er.

"Take it back and give it to the old lady to taste. Drinking it before going to bed can soothe the nerves."

After finishing speaking, the man picked up the book again and read it intently.

The tender rabbit blinked and wrapped the tea carefully. Everyone thinks that Dahongpao or Pu'er is the most precious tea, but they don't know that Kunlun snow chrysanthemum is as precious as the snow chrysanthemum that grows above the snow line of Kunlun Mountain. The flowering period is very short, only blooming once a year, and must be picked in the early morning when the sun just rises, covered with dew and frost, so as to keep the chrysanthemum petals intact and produce the best Kunlun snow chrysanthemum.

Knowing that this small bag of tea was not easy to come by, the tender rabbit soon showed a smiling face, the corners of its pink and full mouth were raised, its big eyes were lively and energetic, and its whole face became brighter after slapping.

The reader looked at the tender rabbit's expression from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he was overwhelmed by the smile.

Although people have grown up, the rabbit is still the same rabbit.

When they arrived at the first-class mansion, Feng Junran didn't get out of the car, but Ye Xiaoxiao wrapped the tea by herself, and bounced into the door.

A pack of tea leaves, I gave some to my grandmother, and some to my father. The rest of Ye Xiaoxiao kept it in his own small jar, carefully sealed the mouth, squeezed only three tea leaves, soaked them in boiling water, and the dried ones The chrysanthemum was moistened by the water and stretched a little bit, and finally turned into a full-blown flower, floating on the golden tea soup.

Bow down and sniff, the smell of chrysanthemum mixed with the fragrance of aged Pu'er, take a sip, the fragrance rolls on the tip of the tongue, leaving a special lingering and sweetness.

"It's really good stuff!"

The tender rabbit couldn't help laughing and rolled his eyes, holding the teacup fondly, savoring it intoxicated.

The old matriarch looked at the Kunlun snow chrysanthemum brought by Qinghong, couldn't help but sighed, and waved her hand, Qinghong backed out, leaving the old matriarch alone in the room.

Opening the old-fashioned cabinet in the corner of the room, the old lady took out a small transparent bottle, and there was only a little Kunlun snow chrysanthemum left in it. She opened the lid by herself, and slowly poured the new one into the jar.

"This is fate!" The old lady sighed, put Xueju's jar back into the bottom of the box, and sealed it as it was.

Ye Cheng looked at the Kunlun Snow Chrysanthemum served by the servants, but after all he just smiled and drank the tea leaves in one gulp, his eyes slowly dimmed, and he was speechless for a long time.

Far away in the cemetery in the south of the city, Wang Qi woke up and let out a shrill scream. She was just by the South Lake, watching Pingyang King slowly walking towards her, why did she open her eyes and see a long and desolate tomb?
When she was frightened, a snow-white figure appeared in the darkness. Feng Yiran was dressed in white, her face was like a crown of jade, and her gentle face made this desolate place a little more angry. Calm down.

"Wang Qian, Gu fulfills your wish, how about doing something for Gu?"

Wang Qi bit her lip, and when she looked up again, she felt that there was a little more weirdness in the smile of His Highness the Fourth Highness.

On the ninth day of September, the emperor's birthday is celebrated with joy throughout the country, and all the ministers come to congratulate him.

From the school to the government, all have a three-day holiday to celebrate the emperor's birthday. The newly cleaned palace is more and more resplendent, and everything is shining, even the marble in the square is almost radiant.

After five drums, the civil and military ministers lined up to celebrate the emperor's birthday in the Xuanzheng Hall. Feng Jiang wore a thirteen-slit leather uniform, a crimson gauze robe on the outside, and a red dress on the inside. The big belt and the knee covering were all exquisite and gorgeous, and the whole person was beaming Yes, happily accept the congratulations from all the officials.

Bonsai, Ruyi, and all kinds of treasures are presented in front of the hall one by one, and the characters of "Fu" and "Shou" can be seen everywhere. Among them, the jade of Duduyi's family is the most precious, and is deeply loved by Fengjiang.

The sons also enjoyed all kinds of treasures, and granted Junran the title of their own, and presented a scroll and a pack of Kunlun snow chrysanthemum.

Above the majestic hall, amidst the rare treasures, these two alone are like a group of chickens, and the anomalies cannot be brought to the table.

Feng Jiang's face was a bit ugly, but he still took the scroll handed over by Eunuch Zheng, opened it, and with just one glance, he was completely attracted by the content on the scroll. After a long time, Feng Jiang burst out laughing.

"Okay, as expected of my good son!"

Everyone became curious for a moment, why did King Pingyang, who was obviously not liked by the emperor, win the emperor's heart again with just one scroll?
Seemingly seeing the curious eyes of others, Feng Jiang waved his hand, passed the scrolls down, and read them one by one.

A map, facing Wangyang to the east, and Wangyang to the west, the places of the Western Jin Dynasty appear extremely small on this map, among which the Kunlun Snow Chrysanthemum in Kunlun Mountains is highlighted, and then the ginseng, mink fur, and antler of the Jurchens in the north, The corals and pearls on the seashore of Wei State, the tangerine peel and precious fruits of Soochow, the golden nanmu of Shu State, etc., and further outside, places unknown to them have also marked the most precious things in the local area one by one. Presenting a pack of Kunlun snow chrysanthemums was actually showing Feng Jiang his determination and loyalty.

Sooner or later, the sons and servants will walk every inch of the land for the emperor, and even the treasures of the land and belts will be presented to the emperor one by one!

It's no wonder Feng Jiang is so happy, no matter who gets such a big gift, they will be extremely happy.

Under the court, several waves of forces were fighting each other. Feng Junran was not in the court for six years, and most of the old ministries turned to join them, only a few, still loyally followed.

Those with long eyes immediately knelt down on the ground, raised their arms and shouted: "Your Majesty's merits are overwhelming, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Everyone was stunned, and then shouted together. Sure enough, Long Xin was overjoyed, and laughter filled the entire Xuanzheng Hall.

So it was inevitable that the cold person got closer again, but compared to before, he was still a little distant, but it didn't matter, this was enough.

At noon, the emperor entertained all the officials in the Huae Tower. Inside the hall, officials above the third rank gathered, and outside the hall, officials below the third rank took their seats. The queen was surrounded by the female relatives of the officials, Yingying and Yanyan, like flowers in full bloom.

Ye Xiaoxiao followed her mother and the old lady and sat in the first place under the queen. As long as she could see the queen herself, she could see the rabbit beside her.

Among the group of young and middle-aged women, this one is the only one, fresh and beautiful, bright and moving.

The peach red long dress, without powder on the face, is still sultry in every gesture, which attracts people to look at it frequently.

"The four princes of Eastern Wu are here to celebrate my emperor's birthday!"

The ceremony officer read the name, and a familiar figure flashed in outside the Huae Building. The visitor was handsome, smiling, with a bit of the unique charm of Jiangnan Water Town, not as brave and flamboyant as Erlang from the Western Jin Dynasty.

Su Ziyu bowed his hands and saluted, and smiled: "Su Ziyu sees the emperor of the Western Jin Dynasty, and wishes his majesty a long life!"

After finishing speaking, present Jiangnan specialties, silk tea, and even tangerine peel cane sugar.

Seeing the large boxes full of treasures, everyone was in an uproar, especially the woman, her eyes widened when she saw the silk, the single leaf was small, her face was calm, her pair of black eyes blinked, and she turned to look away indifferently. Feng Junran of tea.

(End of this chapter)