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Chapter Thirty-Three. The Trip to the Palace Banquet

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    Sending Du Xiruo away, Chuyao enters the house with the dress that Xiao Jing sent this morning.

    Still dressed in white, the cuffs and skirt are embroidered with green bamboo leaves, layered and complicated, elegant and graceful.  Wanzhu combed a flowing cloud bun for her, with green necklaces hanging down on both sides, and the young phoenix crowing blood was inserted obliquely into the bun.

    After dressing up, Wanzhu led her into the front hall.

    This is the first time she has stepped out of the backyard. The layout of Prince Ning's Mansion is full of low-key luxury, simple and luxurious.

    Xiao Jing was sitting in the front hall early in the morning, wearing a black unicorn court dress, a black gold crown, cropped temples, and lacquered eyes.

    "Let's go." Xiao Jing walked to Chuyao's side, and his eyes fell on the white jade hairpin in her black hair. It was only for a moment, and his cold and calm face immediately appeared again.

    Chu Yao followed behind him and got into the golden-painted red-roofed carriage.

    Xiao Jing leaned on the car body and closed his eyes slightly.

    "Is King Ning planning to dedicate me to the emperor?" Chu Yao looked at him indifferently, and shook hands tucked into his sleeves.  She couldn't think of why Xiao Jing took her to the palace banquet, and what else was possible.

    Xiao Jing half-opened her eyes, glanced sideways at her, and said lightly: "In your eyes, does this king only trick you?"

    King Ning, who is so powerful in the world, does have a lot of means. Chu Yao does not doubt that if he wants to take the throne on the Golden Temple, he can take it with a snap of his fingers.

    "Chuyao has already seen the thunderous methods of the prince in the Song Mansion." Chuyao slightly let go of his bent fingers, and there was a slight smile on his handsome face, which was only slightly ironic.

    Xiao Jing closed his eyes and remained silent.

    Prince Ning's Mansion is quite a distance away from the imperial palace, and it took nearly half an hour for the carriage to arrive.

    Led by Gong'e into the Hanzhang Hall, Emperor Huai had already sat on the top seat, and the ministers and Wen Guo envoys also sat on both sides. Xiao Jing was obviously late.

    Seeing that he was not ashamed, he clasped his fists and cupped his hands to Emperor Huai: "The Emperor is late, please forgive me, brother."

    Chu Yao lowered her eyes, and then became a palace lady.

    Emperor Huai and King Ning are worthy of being born of compatriots, their eyebrows are 70% similar, but their temperament is more elegant, not as cold and rigid as Xiao Jing.

    "Emperor Brother, you don't need to be too polite. Come and give me a seat." Emperor Huai raised his eyebrows and smiled.

    Xiao Jing took Chuyao to his seat.

    Chuyao has heard for a long time that when Emperor Huai came to the throne, Xiao Jing was leading the army to fight against the Kingdom of Wen. Emperor Hui originally preferred Xiao Jing as the candidate for the throne, but the country cannot be without a king for a day.  Together, Xiao Chong ascended the throne.

    So there was a lot of mistakes, one monarch and one minister, the foregone conclusion was reached.

    "The emperor's younger brother has never brought his female family members to the palace banquet. Is this Xinna's wife?" Xiao Jing was sitting on the left hand side of Emperor Huai.

    At this time, Chuyao hoped that Xiao Jing would follow Emperor Huai's words and respond smoothly. In this case, Xiao Jing agreed, which meant cutting off all other people's thoughts.

    "It's General Weiyuan's younger sister." Xiao Jing replied.

    Chuyao was slightly startled, his sister was not his aunt, was he trying to hide her identity as Song Chuyao?

    "Oh? Raise your head for me to see." Emperor Huai became interested.

    Chuyao got up and looked up, but Xiao Jing didn't really express his position in the carriage. In view of the matter of the Song Mansion, he backtracked, and her heart couldn't help trembling. It's hard to guarantee that Xiao Jing suddenly wanted to sacrifice her to Emperor Huai.

    Emperor Huai's hand holding the cup trembled a bit, the wine spilled a little, and his voice trembled slightly: "What's your name?"

    "Minister Qingzi." Since Xiao didn't want to reveal her identity, she could only casually say that he had given her a name.

    "Are you married?" Emperor Huai put the wine on the table and asked.

    Chu Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to answer, when Xiao Jing said: "Does the emperor want to take Qingzi to the harem?"

    Such straightforward words sound a bit aggressive.

    In the hall of Hanzhang, there was a sudden silence, Chuyao put it in the armhole and clenched her hands tightly, she felt that she was like a fish on the chopping board, and the superiors could dispose of her at will with just a word.  Her heart gradually cooled down, and she believed Xiao Jing for a moment. On the bed that day, she said that I don't intend to use you to please anyone or ask you to do anything.

    She was a little shaken and believed, and that was the worst thing.

    "That depends on whether the emperor is willing or not?" Emperor Huai put his hand on the dragon head on the armrest of the dragon chair, and traced the golden dragon's eyebrows with his fingers.

    Chu Yao's heart hangs in his throat, waiting for Xiao Jing's answer.

    "Qingzi is different from other people, forgive me and I can't give in." Xiao Jing didn't get up, his voice was still cold, without any respect.

    Your MajestyThe atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, and suddenly, Emperor Huai laughed loudly: "I think it's time for you to marry a wife after your three-year filial piety period for Concubine Zheng is about to expire, then I will marry you both."

    Chuyao's palms were sweaty, and there was another wave of ups and downs. Could it be that Xiao Jing brought her to the palace banquet just to be angry with the emperor?

    "Thank you, Your Majesty, but Miss Qingzi hasn't agreed to my younger brother yet, the marriage is up to you and my wish, and my younger brother thinks that I can't force it." Xiao Jing stood up and cupped his hands, saying with deep meaning: "Even less, you can't submit to the emperor's prestige.  "

    Emperor Huai's hand stroking the dragon's head was suddenly clenched, his words had a clear meaning, alluding to his past

    "That's all, the emperor's brother has always been the most assertive, so I won't force it." Emperor Huai's expression softened a little, and he looked down at the envoys of the kingdom below: "Just now Yue Tingwei said that Emperor Qing specially presented a group of dancers, why not just leave it at that  Let me appreciate the etiquette and music of Wen Kingdom."

    Chu Yao lowered her head and sat back beside Xiao Jing, her cardamom nails were embedded in her flesh.

    Wen Guo dancers filed in, all wearing light green semi-transparent skirts, dancing gracefully.

    The crowd spread out on both sides, and a man dressed in red flashed among them. The red tulle slowly fell from his face, and what appeared was not a beautiful face, but a Shura mask.

    The woman in red pointed her toes, and flew towards Emperor Huai suddenly, a sharp sword slipped out of her red sleeve, she turned her wrist and held it in her hand.

    Caught off guard, seeing that Emperor Huai was about to be stabbed in the chest, Xiao Jing stopped the woman's wrist with a dodge, and with a strong twist, the tip of the sword stabbed back at her.

    The woman in red suddenly fell to the ground, and the mask fell from her face.

    Wen Guo's envoy Yue Li looked at this sudden change in shock, and hurriedly knelt down, "Your Majesty Huai Emperor, this is definitely not"

    Emperor Huai stood up and left the table with a flick of his sleeves.

    In Hanzhang Hall, there was silence.

    The dancer presented by Wen Guoxian assassinated the emperor of Yan Guo, and it was under the watchful eyes of everyone. Everyone saw it with their own eyes, and it is hard to say how.

    "Go back to the house." Xiao Jing glanced sideways at Chuyao and said.

    All the changes tonight caught people off guard. Before Chuyao could think about it carefully, he got into the carriage waiting outside the palace gate.

    "Are you wondering if that assassin is from Duan Hekang?" Xiao Jing turned the jasper finger on his thumb, glanced at Chuyao, and guessed what she was thinking.

    "Isn't it?" He asked, obviously because he had another answer in his mind.

    "Does Miss Song think that the imperial palace of Yan Kingdom is so easy to enter?" Xiao Jing asked back.

    Among the four countries, Yan and Mongolia are stronger, while Wen is a little weaker. Since Li Guo fought against Mongolia 15 years ago, Li expressed its surrender and wished to become a subsidiary state of Mongolia. Although it has not yet been annexed,  It's not much different.

    "What does the lord mean, the emperor did it on purpose?" Chuyao frowned, Yan Guo originally intended to annex Wen Guo, but three years ago, Yan Guo's national strength was not strong, and there were talks of peace before, and marriage behind, so he kept holding back  , now that Emperor Huai was assassinated, there was an excuse for a large-scale military campaign against Wen Guo.

    Xiao Jing looked at Chuyao, only to see that the moonlight reflected on her face through the car window was unusually soft, and the bloody red mark on the white jade hairpin was particularly conspicuous.

    "You are very smart, so smart that people like it." Xiao Jing raised his hand to brush the hair on her temples, and his slightly calloused fingertips lightly touched her soft earlobe.

    Chu Yao frowned, and leaned back slightly to avoid Xiao Jing's touch, but the warm touch on the base of her ear couldn't go away.

    "My lord respects himself."

    Xiao Jing withdrew his hand, with a slight smile on his cold face, as if suddenly in a good mood, he changed the subject and said: "That day you said that you can't write is a lie, and that you can't ride a horse is also a lie.  "

    Chu Yao was slightly taken aback, recalling that what he mentioned was the matter of Tongzhou Time Post House.

    "Do you have to think so clearly in everything?" Xiao Jing leaned against the car, looked at her with a low smile, like sunlight seeping into the ice and snow.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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