Farmhouse Imperial Examination Road

Chapter 490

Yu Liang was so proud yesterday.

At first I was a little bit shy, but later it became a thing of the past.

This morning, I was going to go to the Yamen to ask for leave, but my wife kicked him out of the room, telling him not to delay his official duties.

Let's talk about Shundi's friends.

That is a virtue.

Afraid of daughter-in-law.

Before the noon gate opened, as soon as he came, Huang Pengfei and his gang immediately surrounded him.

"Hey, brother Lin Fei, why are your eyes red?"

Yu Liang was taken aback when he saw Lin Fei's two swollen eyes.

Yesterday, it was Lin Fei who blocked the most alcohol.

Why one night, eyes swollen?

Lin Fei was very calm.

"Don't mention it, you're drunk, that's it when we come together."

Yu Liang is full of energy.

Lin Fei was depressed.

He hid under the blanket and cried all night last night, scolding Su Liuyu to death.

He scolded all night and had to come out to court. He was suffering in his heart and had no energy at all.

After finally making it to the next court, when he was about to go to the Ministry of Officials to receive a letter of promotion, he saw a group of people coming in from the city gate.

There was such a big battle for Yijia that the main street was almost full.

It dawned on him that the last few days were a state banquet, and this group of people came to celebrate.

No.

Nor can it be called a celebration.

They all rushed over to give her money.

He cursed again in his heart.

Crushed the four words of fickleness and ignorance.

After scolding, she shook her head and went to help this heartless and ungrateful Emperor Hu You.

There were a lot of people coming to this state banquet.

Master Mi is busy as hell.

This side has to serve the envoys of Da Yue, and the other side has to receive the Great Yuan Yujia, and make arrangements for the good brothers Da Qi and Da Jin, and they have lost a lot of weight.

On the first day of December in the third year of Wei Shunqi, sacrifices to the God of Agriculture.

The Autumn Harvest Festival, which was supposed to be held in September, was postponed to the twelfth lunar month because of the First World War.

The wind was howling and the twelfth lunar month was very cold, but the people did not complain, wrapped in clothes, and came out to watch the ceremony with joy on their faces.

"This Great Wei is just offering sacrifices to a god of agriculture, why is there such a big battle?"

"I'm not sure about that, but did you go to the Nightless Sky last night?"

"Of course, do you want to gamble together tonight?"

The envoys were muttering along with the flow of people.

The people in Beijing who were watching the ceremony around them also murmured when they saw these outsiders.

"I haven't seen the world."

"Hillbilly."

"Old hat."

The night that never sleeps in Su Liuyu Lane recently is crowded with people.

Outsiders are everywhere, and they don't return all night.

Whether it's shopping at street stalls, going to restaurants, listening to operas, or gambling, it's called everything.

"The first battle of Zhengyuan made the Emperor You famous, and beat back all of Dayue. What if the four countries join forces and annex us?"

Small neighboring countries expressed their concern. Taking advantage of this state banquet, these envoys also intend to strengthen relations with neighboring countries.

If Wei is in a group, they will also be in a group.

It has only been three years since this group of people looked down on the dilapidated small country at the beginning to fear it now.

Su Liuyu naturally knew what these people were thinking.

Of course, she naturally has arrangements.

After sacrificing to the God of Agriculture, Su Liuyu took off her heavy gown crown, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she was changed into a dragon robe and led her royal driver into the state banquet hall.

The State Banquet Hall is luxurious and solemn, with an extraordinary atmosphere.

On the left is the third-rank civil and military official of Wei Zheng.

On the right side are the missions of various countries.

The aroma of wine filled the air, and the sound was endless.

Su Liuyu sat on the golden dragon chair, and swept towards the missions of various countries, with a friendly smile.

"You are all distinguished guests who have come from afar. There is no need to be formal today. Tonight, we will not return home until we are drunk."

As soon as this sentence came out, people on both sides had different thoughts.

The officials of the Great Wei: The emperor wants to fool you again.

Envoys from various countries: Don't drink, hurry up and bring the goods.

I heard that Emperor Huyou likes to sell goods at state banquets.

The Qingtian Rainbow Treasure that appeared in Dayuan last time was very popular with the emperor after they bought it.

It's just that there are not many Qingtian Yunbao, they will come here soon, and they are still waiting to buy them.

But mention Dayuan's Qingtian Yunbao.

A group of envoys looked at the person sitting at the head of the guard.

"Look, isn't that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"What crown prince, he is a married man now, and I heard that he has a feud with Emperor Huyou."

"Tsk tsk, the last time we met was the crown prince, how does he have the face to come here now?"

These people were talking on the sidelines.

King Lin sat beside Duanhua, clenched his hands hidden under his sleeves tightly.

Only by sinking his fingertips into the flesh can he hold back his anger.

But just because he tolerated it doesn't mean others can let him go.

"What are you doing in a daze? Still not pouring wine?"

Duan Hua was sitting on the banquet table in a fine attire, squinting at him with disgust on his face.

King Lin let go of his hand, picked up the jug, and poured a glass of wine for her himself.

Then he picked up the wine cup himself and brought it to her.

Just as he picked up the wine cup, he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

King Lin shook his hand, and the wine cup spilled onto Duanhua's fine attire.

"Snapped--"

A slap fell in response.

Duanhua stood up all of a sudden.

Angrily.

"Useless things can't be poured well."

The hall suddenly fell silent.

The envoys of various countries looked at the attitude of watching the show.

In order to curry favor with Emperor Shun and Princess Duanhua, he added a few words.

"Princess, don't be angry. It's just a glass of wine. This servant can't serve you well, just let him go."

"Lord Lin is wrong. This one is the son-in-law of the eldest princess, the former crown prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty."

The man pretended to be slightly surprised.

"I really can't tell from this appearance."

It is different from the dignified appearance of a four-clawed dragon robe.

Now King Lin is only wearing a robe with a slightly better fabric.

What's more, he was not supported after he married.

The proud appearance in the past has been smoothed by life, and his temperament has become even more humble.

This appearance is compared with the domineering, noble and extraordinary Princess Da Yue.

Just like a serving servant.

Not a good match at all.

The atmosphere solidified.

Lin Wang put down the wine cup and was going to wipe the wine off Duanhua's clothes first.

It's just that before the fingertips touched the gorgeous hem, they were interrupted by Duan Hua's angry shout.

"Get out, it's an eyesore."

She added:
"If you can't do a little thing well, it's embarrassing."

When she said this, a tall and handsome young man next to him smiled, wiped the hem of the clothes carefully for her, took her hand, and pulled her to sit down.

"Princess, you are in someone else's place now, don't be rude."

The corner of the young master's eyes turned to King Lin again.

"My son-in-law, go down, let me take care of you here."

The envoys of various countries looked at each other in blank dismay.

How many favorites this princess has is not a big deal in various countries.

But this favored minister doesn't look down on the son-in-law, let alone this is a state banquet, so he dares to do so, then in private, the life of King Lin is even more difficult.

King Lin lowered his head and put the wine cup on the table, not wanting to stay here for a moment.

He's had enough.

But as soon as he took a step, a hand grabbed his sleeve.

　King Lin is pitiful.

　　Don't worry, Emperor Huyou will stand up for you.

　　Ow ooh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)