Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 201

Gao Yang's sudden pull shocked the unsuspecting Fang Yiai, who forgot to resist for a moment, her body tilted to the left according to inertia, and she was about to meet twice!
Seeing that Fang Yiai was about to reveal his secrets, Du Ruhui felt as if he was fried in oil. He yelled in horror and stood up suddenly from his seat.

Hearing Du Ruhui's yell, Gao Yang's heart trembled, he turned around and looked back, but it gave Fang Yiai time to think.

Looking at the three thousand black hairs behind his wife, Fang Yi's love bone was bristling, he raised his hand and gently pushed Gao Yang's jade hand away, tried his best to drive the true energy to the fingertips, and accurately hit the beauty's sleeping point.

After the palm was pushed away, Gao Yang frowned slightly, and was about to turn his head to look at "He Zudao", when he suddenly felt a sore neck, and then lost consciousness.

After being hit on the Sleeping Acupoint, Gao Yang's body lost control of his brain, he hummed softly, and fell straight backwards.

Seeing that his wife was about to die, Fang Yiai's mind went blank, she quickly knelt on one knee and stretched out her hand to pick her up, and then she reluctantly hugged Gao Yang.

Looking at Gao Yang who fell into a deep sleep, Fang Yiai was in pain like a knife, her hands trembled slightly, and her heart was in extreme pain.

"Shu'er, don't blame Brother Jun'er. If you and I meet each other right now, it will only be detrimental and not beneficial to anyone."

As she said that, Fang Yiai caressed his wife's cheeks lightly, her eyes dimmed, and she murmured: "On the day of winning the first prize, Brother Jun'er will definitely renew the marriage alliance with Shu'er."

Hearing Fang Yiai's words, Du Ruhui and the three of them were puzzled. They looked at each other, and Du Ruhui murmured: "Nephew, haven't you already married Your Highness the Princess?"

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Yiai was speechless for a moment, and was about to explain, when she suddenly thought of the rumor about "Gao Yang's private communication with the defense machine", she simply followed Du Ruhui's mouth and conveyed this matter to her father, lest Fang Xuanling get angry again .

"Please look at it, uncle."

Gently rolled up the sleeves of Gao Yang's forearm, and a little cinnabar appeared in the eyes of the three of them.

Seeing that Gaoyang Shougong was intact, Du Ruhui stroked his beard and nodded, and murmured: "Xiao Yu is also a generation of great Confucianists, how did he raise such a wolfish heir like Xiao Rui! It should be announced to the world under the pseudonym of my nephew, that the old man must come to ask for it." If you want to explain it, you can express your grievances to Brother Xuanling!"

Qin Jingniang has long recognized herself as a woman, and now seeing Gao Yang's ice and jade, she was very happy and thought: "This is good, He Lang didn't wear it..."

Halfway through thinking, Qin Jingniang patted her forehead, shook her head and muttered: "What are you thinking about, He Lang is so talented, how can he be inferior to a monk!"

After proving his wife's innocence, Fang Yiai knelt down on one knee, looking at the sleeping Gao Yang, with mixed feelings in his heart, wishing he could confide all his thoughts, so as to relieve Gao Yang's pain of lovesickness.

"Shu'er never forgets me, even though she is trapped in the palace, she still thinks of bringing me drinks from time to time..."

The man did not flick his tears easily, but he did not reach the point of sadness. Under the intersection of guilt and guilt, Fang Yiai's nose was sore, and two lines of tears fell down his eyes.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt guilty, Fang Yiai immediately made a move that Du Ruhui and the others never expected.

Fang Yiai raised her right hand high and slapped her own face fiercely. The true energy in her palm had not yet completely dissipated, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth under her strength, and her cheeks were raised a lot.

"Nephew you!"

"Fang Jun!"

"He Lang!"

Seeing the blood at the corner of Fang Yi'ai's mouth, Du Ruhui and the three exclaimed one after another, looking at Fang Yi'ai with bitterness in their eyes.

After staring blankly at his wife for a while, Fang Yiai sighed softly, stretched out his hand to call Qin Jingniang and Xie Zhongju, and said softly: "Right now, the prince is still waiting outside the door, please send the mess out of the door, so that the prince will not be suspicious. "

As soon as the word "dross" came out, Qin Jingniang and Xie Zhongju felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and a hint of jealousy arose in their hearts.

After supporting Gao Yang with Xie Yaohuan on the left and right, Qin Jingniang looked at Fang Yiai and asked, "He Lang, if the prince asks why sister Gao Yang is asleep, how should I answer?"

Hearing Qin Jingniang's question about Meng coaxing Wang Youdao's excuse, Fang Yi'ai was immediately troubled, "This..."

Du Ruhui stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then said slowly: "It's okay, the princess is happy to have a few more glasses of water and wine, I think Wang Youdao won't be suspicious if an old man comes forward."

"Okay, so uncle will be tired." Bending to Du Ruhui, Fang Yiai looked at Gao Yang's back reluctantly, waved to Qin and Xie after a long time, then sat in the banquet, and drank Boozy.

Putting Gao Yang out of the private room, Wang Youdao saw the princess's eyes closed tightly, and instantly transformed into a civet cat with furred fur, and yelled, "What's going on with you! Princess..."

In the middle of speaking, Wang Youdao glanced at Xie Yaohuan, and the yelling stopped abruptly.

Wang Youdao and Xie Zhongju are both confidantes of Empress Changsun. Although the two don't have much contact with each other, they recognize each other's identity, "Thank you..."

Seeing that his identity was recognized by Wang Youdao, Xie Zhongju, who was under the secret order of Empress Changsun, snorted coldly, raised his hand and interrupted: "My lord, I am He's No. [-] student companion, Xie Zhongju!"

When saying the word "Xie Zhongju", Xie Yaohuan deliberately strengthened his tone, almost jumping out word for word.

Walking in the palace all the year round, Wang Youdao had already developed the ability to observe words and expressions, and adapt to changes. Seeing that Xie Zhongju's face was concerned, he hurriedly changed his words: "Oh, oh, Xie Zhongju."

Witnessing the conversation between the two, Qin Jingniang was inevitably a little suspicious, and thought to herself, "When you come here, Eunuch Wang and Xie Zhongju must know each other, but why did he interrupt Eunuch Wang's speech?"

While the three of them had their own concerns, Du Ruhui paced out of the private room, cupped his hands and said to Wang Youdao, "Your Majesty, Your Highness just drank a few more glasses of water and wine. Only then did I pass out from drunk, and I thank you, Eunuch Wang, to escort the princess back to the palace."

Seeing Du Ruhui's explanation, thinking that Empress Changsun's confidants were also in the private room, Wang Youdao nodded half-knowledge, cupped his hands and said, "Prime Minister is polite, so let's take the princess first."

After finishing speaking, Wang Youdao did not support Gao Yang, but walked quickly to the stairwell on the second floor and shouted loudly: "Golden scale bait to catch turtles!"

There was a distinctive high-octave yell, and everyone in the Wufeng Tower went in without knowing it. Even Du Ruhui, who often walked in the palace, was confused.

In a group of people, except for Xie Zhongju, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all looked at Wang Youdao who was wearing a red robe and casual clothes with crazy eyes.

Not long after the words fell, a few people dressed as ordinary literati walked up to Wang Youdao, and after whispering to each other, they walked up to Du Ruhui and the other three. building.

After Wang Youdao left, although Du Ruhui's expression remained normal, turmoil had already filled his heart, "Are these all the spies that Long Live planted in the city of Chang'an? Or are they the masters who secretly protected Princess Gaoyang? I hope it's the latter, or else it's my beloved's. The pseudonym will see the light sooner or later!"

The three of them returned to the private room, and Fang Yiai, who was in a state of confusion, had already been drunk, lying on the dining table, muttering something in a low voice.

"Yi Ai, there is no need to be like this. When you win the first prize in the imperial examination, the crime of deceiving the emperor under an alias will surely be solved. Long live the blame, and the old man will definitely protect you!"

The words Du Ruhui used to comfort Fang Yi'ai had little effect on Fang Yi'ai who was stumbling from alcohol, but they did affect another person in Chang'an City.

Daming Palace, inside the Wanhua Hall.

The Ten Thousand Flowers Hall was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and all the princes and princesses gathered together. In the center, Li Shimin and Empress Changsun sat at the main table, while Bai Jian stood by and waited on them. It was obvious that they were celebrating the grand festival of dragon lanterns.

Before the banquet, all the poems written by Fang Yiai in Wufenglou had already been handed over to Li Shimin by spies. Now Li Shimin asked someone to write the poems on white silk according to the law, and he was judging and admiring them with the eldest grandson empress, prince and princess.

"Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go west to Yangguan without any old friends?"

Raising his glass to watch the poem inscribed on white silk, Li Shimin suddenly sneezed for no reason, and immediately spilled most of the water and wine in the glass.

"Oh, who is this love who is thinking about me? Xuanling? Ruhui? Zhijie? Respect? Shubao? Forget it, it's my hero anyway."

While muttering, the court painter sent another roll of white silk, and when the courtier unfolded the white silk, the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" was immediately displayed in front of everyone.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid that the high place will be too cold. Dance to understand the shadow, why is it like in the world."

After all the people recited the Shangque softly, they all praised and praised "He Zudao" for their talents.

Nodding his head and saying a few words of praise, Li Shimin frowned slightly, and said to Empress Changsun: "It seems that this poem has never been finished, why Zudao's way of doing this is so strange."

"Long live, today coincides with the Dragon Lantern Festival, why not make a wine order?" After speaking, Empress Changsun pointed to the white silk, her intentions were self-evident.

After comprehending Empress Changsun's intention, Li Shimin smiled slightly, got up and said: "My lords, if anyone can tell He Zu about the lower que of this broken que, I will give him a night pearl."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all lowered their heads to think about the poems about the battle.

Sitting at the banquet, Xiangcheng had a flash of joy in his eyes, and said to himself: "I have known Fang Lang for a long time, and now Shu'er is not in the Wanhua Hall, so it must be the first poem I said to Fang Lang!"

But when Xiangcheng was secretly rejoicing, Li Lizhi in apricot-yellow robe walked slowly into the room, bowed to Li Shimin and Empress Changsun, asked someone to bring white silk and a study room, and started to pick up a pen and brush.

"Huh? The emperor's drinking order has just been announced, why did the eldest sister think of Xia Que so much?"

"Elder Sister is not fooled, is she?"

"Eldest sister and He Zudao will be in love for life, is there really a heart-to-heart thing in the world?"

While everyone was discussing, Li Lizhi wrote it as the lower gate, and looked at the upper gate on the white silk from a distance, and the friendship in her eyes was ready to come out.

"Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, the low-lying household, and sleepless nights. There should be no hatred. What is the long-term relationship? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. "

(End of this chapter)