The queen is a bit cowardly

"That's so decent, she's the next seat." Chang Dai said in a low voice.

"Then you put her at the table." Chang Lan raised her eyebrows. Although she felt that the brothers were not as talented as she was, as the only concubine of Emperor Longguang, she was extremely loved by the brothers. Always take good advantage of it.

"You..." Chang Dai pointed at his sister's nose. He always advocated the order of the elders and the younger, but he never had anything to do with Chang Lan: "You go and sit down first, the uncles of the clan have all arrived, Jiang Qingluan, I will give it to you later." You get it here!"

"Brother Xie." Chang Lan walked to her seat, the corners of her mouth raised cautiously.

On the left side of the emperor, apart from the three descendants who sat at the top, the next ones were the clan ministers. In the Daxin Dynasty, the power of the clan should not be underestimated, no matter the court itself or the vassal states. It is the most loyal dog and horse, and the sharpest blade in the temple. On the contrary, when the monarch is weak, the power of the clan can always overwhelm the monarch.

Chang Lan bowed to the uncles of the clan, and then returned to her seat. The men talked about state affairs, and she just listened quietly. Most people would not care about her opinions and political opinions. Instead of playing the piano with cattle, she would rather have a drink by herself .

Chang Lan poured tea for herself, and cut another piece of dim sum on the machine. Looking at the dim sum, she couldn't help but raised her head to look at Jiang Qingluan, wondering if His Royal Highness would secretly bring some private goods again today, but this time he saw Jiang Qingluan was sitting upright, kneeling extremely straight, and she preferred the casual look of her sitting cross-legged.

Jiang Qingluan naturally noticed Chang Lan's gaze. This princess had an inexplicable enthusiasm for her. She smiled back at Chang Lan. She could only passively accept Lan's curiosity.

"His Royal Highness Fu King." A servant walked up to Jiang Qingluan with small steps, and he saluted very respectfully, as if Jiang Qingluan was still the king of Fu Kingdom above ten thousand people.

The servants in the palace are used to seeing the clouds rise and fall. Yesterday’s prisoner may come to court today, and the triumphant general in the morning may be decapitated at dusk. This is the imperial court. You never know the person in front of you tomorrow. What is it like.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Qingluan asked.

"His Royal Highness welcomes you." The servant looked at the table.

Jiang Qingluan also looked over, Donggong Chang Dai was chatting with Xiao Sikou during the banquet, but Chang Lan patted the seat behind her, it must be Chang Lan's arrangement where Donggong invited her.

"It's work."

Jiang Qingluan followed the servant and lived in Da Sikou's Mansion for several years. She never went out, so naturally she couldn't call out the names of the ministers in front of her, so she simply kept a low profile and walked carefully between the banquets.

"Yo, I still don't know who it is. It turns out that His Royal Highness Fu Wang is also here today."

This voice made Jiang Qingluan feel sick for a while, but when she raised her head, she still smiled like a spring breeze.

"Young Master Yida." Jiang Qingluan said politely, "Your Majesty Dedong Palace invited you to a banquet today. Why didn't you see Teacher?"

"Father is bedridden, so I will attend on his behalf." Kong Yida looked at Jiang Qingluan, not knowing where she got a white wide-sleeved gown, but she was not as down and out as before, but seeing Jiang Qingluan here, He was also very upset in his heart, for he had obviously bowed down to his own mansion, yet unexpectedly appeared on the same occasion as himself without anyone noticing.

Jiang Qingluan had heard that Kong You had been ill for a long time, that day Kong Yida held a banquet in the mansion and forced herself to dance, which made Kong You very angry, and her condition was likely to worsen. However, Kong Yida never walked in Half a step away from the main residence of the Confucian Mansion.

Qingluan bowed her head slightly, and she didn't want to say to Kong Yidado: "The East Palace is still waiting for Gu, so I'll take my leave first."

"Your Highness, the seat arranged by the crown prince for you," the servant pointed to the seat behind Chang Lan, and it seemed that it was added temporarily: "You go to the table first, and I will prepare the desk and drinks for you."

Seeing the servant leave, Jiang Qingluan sat down, raised his eyes, and Chang Lan looked at him with a smile. Since entering Daxin, Jiang Qingluan has never seen a woman from the Gongqing's family so wanton.

"Thank you, Princess, for your love." Jiang Qingluan said, there is no such thing as a free lunch, and today she was lucky enough to come to Chengtian Hall as an abandoned son, and she was still sitting in the Chang family's clan, so someone arranged for it.

"Has Your Highness considered what I mentioned last time?" Chang Lan said straight to the point.

Jiang Qingluan didn't expect Chang Lan to be so persistent. Going back to the temple is easy to talk about. The Fu Kingdom has been controlled by the clan all year round. What's more, the new king has been on the throne for more than four years. Returning to the Fu Kingdom to rule again is harder than going to heaven.

"This……"

Seeing that Jiang Qingluan hesitated, Chang Lan said again: "Today I can let His Highness sit by my side, and tomorrow I can let His Highness move out of the Confucian Mansion and live elsewhere."

Jiang Qingluan looked around cautiously. The clan ministers were chatting about the affairs of the world, and no one would care about the two women's questions and answers, but she still whispered: "Princess, I'm just a deposed king. Why do you want to do this?"

"I'm not in a hurry, Your Highness can think about it slowly." Chang Lan looked away, looked at Kong Yida who was not far away, and said, "I have plenty of time, so I don't know how much time Your Highness still has."

At this time, Zhongchang Attendant Nie Ming walked in from the back of the palace with a servant from the palace. Zhongchang Attendant Nie Ming had been serving the emperor Chang Huan since he was a child. At that time, Chang Huan had not yet entered the East Palace. Poetry, martial arts can protect the frame, but it is a pity that he is an eunuch. With the continuous improvement of Chang Huan's status, Nie Ming has also been promoted from a small eunuch to the position of a regular servant who eats thousands of stones. Although the mansion has been sealed now, he He still pretends to be a slave of the emperor, but he has always been loved by Chang Huan.

As soon as everyone saw Nie Ming appearing, they also knew that the emperor was coming. Sure enough, they saw Nie Ming standing in the main hall. He looked around at the seats, and the patriarchs and princes from the Zhongding Family were all cautious and even looking forward to it. Looking at himself, Nie Ming knew very well that they were not submitting to a slave, but the emperor behind him.

Nie Ming bowed to all the guests and said, "The Son of Heaven is here, and all the nobles are here."

Everyone stood up from the table, and Chang Dai, who had been wandering among the ministers, also returned to his position. Jiang Qingluan moved carefully and buried herself in the crowd. She drooped her body and did not want to be noticed by anyone, but she was grateful Standing in front of her was Chang Lan, whose back was standing straight, just blocking her.

Then I saw Chang Huan appearing in the main hall in ordinary clothes. This emperor is less than fifty years old. Although he is a great Xin Shangwen, he himself is loyal to martial arts and has a strong body. Court officials have privately rumored that Chang Dai will be in power for another 20 years. No problem either.

After tidying up his clothes, Chang Huan sat down in the middle. Today is the Zhengyang Festival, we don't talk about official business, we only talk about family affairs. The emperor also had a kind face on his face. He took the lead and sat down first, and then waved his hands to let the ministers sit down. At this time, the maids and servants filed in with fine wine and delicacies in their hands. In the Hall of Valor, drums and music played in unison, and court maikos also appeared at the side of the hall, waiting to be called to perform dances at any time.

Chang Huan said with a smile: "Today is the Zhengyang Festival. You don't have to be polite. Whoever is sitting on the left and right is not a relative or friend. If you drink wine today, whoever can write one or two masterpieces that can be handed down from generation to generation will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold." After a while, throwing pots for fun, whoever has the most arrows in the front pot, I will reward the barbarian slaves with twenty more."

Jiang Qingluan looked at the happy faces of the people around him. The emperor's reward was not rare for these people, but that's how the festive season should be, full of excitement and recklessness.Qingluan buried her head and poured herself a glass of wine. In the glass was Daxin's most expensive Wang Hanchun. She drank the wine in one gulp, and the aroma of the wine filled her lips and teeth. As expected, there was a bit of spring in her nose. It is refreshing, but no matter how good this wine is, it is still a little bit worse in Qingluan's heart. It used to be in front of the palace of the king. She drank glasses with her courtiers, but the wine in Fu Kingdom was not as strong. She and the best woman in Fu Kingdom , The men sang wine, she drew her sword and pointed to the west, vowing to open up territories and become a wise king recorded in the annals of history.

But in the end, everything was gone, those outstanding young people were exiled or killed, and she struggled all the way, everything was like a dream.

"What is your Highness thinking?" Seeing Jiang Qingluan's confused face, Chang Lan turned around and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Qingluan raised his wine glass and said with a smile, "Xinguo's fine wine is indeed the best in the world."

"Can Fu Guo celebrate the Zhengyang Festival?" Chang Lan said, moving her seat back a little.

"Yes." Jiang Qingluan replied: "It's just not as grand as here. I went out today and saw the streets and alleys were decorated with lanterns. Many shops were closed, and there were people with faucets and small lights everywhere. People from other counties and counties It seems that many buskers have also come, and the eaves are full of bells, from my small courtyard to Chengtian Hall, it is only a few steps, and I walked for almost half an hour."

"Then how do you live in Fu Kingdom?" Chang Lan said again, sixteen feudal princes and sixteen kingdoms have different ways of celebrating the Zhengyang Festival.

"Fuguo in May is not as warm as here. You need to wear a thin jacket or cape over your clothes. People in the capital and counties will hang bells to pray for blessings. The tribes outside the Great Wall will follow Haizi around with their cattle and sheep. For them, the Zhengyang Festival is just a day when the royal court distributes food." Jiang Qingluan couldn't help talking more when talking about Fuguo, and her mind was also filled with the boundless grassland where herdsmen were driving cattle and sheep outside the city , and in Fuguo County, people are also busy with their lives, and they cherish every day in that not-so-fertile land.

"If Your Highness returns to China in the future, remember to take me to the grassland."

"No more." Jiang Qingluan shook her head: "I'm afraid I will disappoint the princess' kindness."

"Your Highness, why are you so negative?" Chang Lan asked back: "I am a soft-spoken person in this palace, but I still have hope."

"Princess, what you and I have experienced is different." Jiang Qingluan sat upright, with the same smiling face, which always makes people feel a little distressed after a long time.

"But what you experienced is what I envy." Chang Lan also sat up straight and replied seriously.

The two whispered among a group of important courtiers in the Daxin Dynasty. The officials around them were all toasting and drinking, the maikos were dancing gracefully, and the men were beating out of tune. Each has their own concerns and wishes that can never be fulfilled in the eyes of the world.

This conversation between them has not been recorded in historical materials, and the text of this conversation was originally not important, but when people of later generations read the story of the two of them fighting the world, they cannot imagine the sadness at that time.