The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Hibiscus tent (37)

From the month to the tip.

The banquet in Jinghua Palace is in full swing, and the sound of toasting and sharing chopsticks resounds continuously in the hall, which is a scene of joy together.

For this great victory in the Southwest, His Majesty invited all the ministers to a banquet, except for those ministers who were bedridden by illness or who were unable to make it back thousands of miles away, all of them brought their families along with them.

And Shu Le made great achievements in this campaign, and with Shu Wanyi's entry into the central palace, the Zhenguo General's Mansion became more and more popular day by day.

At the celebration banquet, Shu Le was injured for some reason, so naturally he was unable to attend the banquet.

However, the population of General Zhen Guo's Mansion is small. Apart from Shu Le and Shu Wanyi, there are only Shu Hongyi and Wen Rong, who has only recently become known to the public.

Although Old General Shu did not admit that Wen Rong was his bastard son, he brought Wen Rong with him to the celebration banquet.

Shu Hongyi is over half a hundred years old, and he has only married his wife. He has a pair of children, Shu Le and Shu Wanyi, and has gained a very good reputation in the court.

Now suddenly there is an extra son, everyone discusses a lot in private, but on the surface they only say congratulations.

Several courtiers even came over to offer Wen Rong a glass of wine in person, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wen Rong held it in a clear and dignified manner, and drank it respectfully, talking back and forth, with a lot of words coming out of their mouths with a smile.

The people on the dragon chairs in the hall had already left their seats, and the ministers became more unrestrained, drinking and chatting happily.

Seeing that no one was coming towards him at last, Wen Rong stood up gently, walked around the pillars and prepared to sneak out of Jinghua Palace.

The night wind outside the hall is cool.

Wen Rong walked down the steps slowly, the cold wind blew the corner of his clothes up slightly, swayed for a while, and then hung down again.

It was given to him by Zhou Suixin, the official three-rank five-features court dress.

Entered the officialdom alone.

From official to third grade.

If you ignore the various backgrounds in this, it would be a beautiful story.

Wen Rong stood in front of the hall for a long while, lowered his head and looked indifferently at the white crane fluttering its wings on his robe.

Until a group of palace maids trotted past him carrying red palace lanterns, one of the lanterns happened to bump into him either on purpose or not.

Wen Rong raised his eyes, and in front of him was a young maid who was holding on to the palace lantern in a panic, and was about to kneel in a hurry: "Your servant is rude! General Wen, please spare me!"

Wen Rong was silent for a moment, then curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Get up."

The little maid just stood up, but she refused to leave. She raised her head cautiously and took a few sneaky glances at Wen Rong, with a charming and tactful expression.

The smile on the corner of Wen Rong's mouth was deep but cold. He personally helped the little maid to straighten the palace lantern in her hand, and said, "How do you know who I am?"

The little maid glanced at Wen Rong again, and then said in a soft voice: "Little General Shu's family is seriously injured and can no longer lead troops. Your Majesty drafted an order to allow General Shu to rest in peace, and to mention you as a general. The imperial decree is passed on one after another. Come down, the servants will naturally know."

A dead leaf fell on the little maid's head in the night wind, Wen Rong reached out to help her take it off, and said softly: "In your opinion, who is more suitable to be a general, Shu Le or I?"

Although the little maid has the heart to seduce and tease, she is definitely not a brainless person to survive in the palace.

As soon as these words came out, the little palace maid immediately rolled her eyes vigilantly, and said with a forced smile: "I just listened to my ears, I only know that you and General Shu are both brave and good at fighting, very fierce..."

"Brave and good at fighting?"

Wen Rong interrupted him, and repeated a sentence, with a deeper smile, "I have never led an army before, so how can I be brave and good at fighting?"

The palace maid suddenly turned pale, and knelt down: "It's the servant who is ignorant and talking nonsense! I beg General Wen not to argue with the servant!"

Wen Rong smiled and said nothing, but his eyes were full of coldness.

The little maid had already sensed the danger, and she subconsciously pulled out the most life-saving words: "General Wen, the servants have to go to Fengqi Palace to serve, I'm afraid His Majesty will be unhappy if it's late. If the general has nothing else to do..."

Wen Rong frowned, and said, "Fengqi Palace?"

The little maid immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Return to the general, it is the Fengqi Palace of the empress. Your majesty is lucky tonight, and the servant is going to wait for your majesty and empress to take a bath."

In an instant, Wen Rong's face darkened.

He opened his mouth, but found that his voice was harsh, so he had to cough before saying: "Your Majesty...has he answered?"

There was some doubt on the maid's face: "What does General Wen mean?"

After a while, he finished his deliberation, nodded and said, "The Empress is indeed a little drunk, and I feel a little sore and weak. Eunuch Fuquan specially asked the slaves to prepare some hangover soup and ointment for relieving fatigue."

Wen Rong lowered his head and glanced at the little maid in front of him, and said, "The direction you are walking is his Fengqi Palace?"

Seeing that what happened just now seems to have finally been uncovered, the little palace lady hurriedly nodded and said: "Go back to the general, go straight along this road and you will find Fengqi Palace."

Wen Rong was dark and gloomy, waved his hands and said: "I see, you go."

As if she had been pardoned, the court lady couldn't show any more seductive intentions, so she picked up her steps and trotted to keep up with the others.

Wen Rong stood there almost silently, watching the maids circle the palace wall and disappear from his sight.

The cool wind rolled the dead branches down from the tops, and then rolled a few times around Wen Rong's feet, making a mournful sound of branches snapping.

Wen Rong's martial arts methods are all taught by Shu Hongyi himself, and they are steady and steady. Compared with Shu Le, who learned by himself, it is actually better.

Taking advantage of the deep night, Wen Rong quietly climbed over the scarlet palace wall between the inner and outer palaces.

The Fengqi Palace located on the main seat in the middle easily appeared in his eyes.

Wen Rong climbed on the gilt tiles, at this time there were only a few faint candle lights in the resplendent and resplendent palace.

The pair of court ladies he met just now had already lined up respectfully, kneeling outside the palace, waiting for the summons from the palace at any time.

But the sound in the hall was extremely slight.

Except for the occasional low cry that seemed to be uncontrollable, but was quickly suppressed, there was no movement for a short time.

Wen Rong's hands resting on the gilded tiles were tightly clenched, then released, and gently moved a piece of tile eaves aside.

In the mesmerizing inner hall, some shadows of phoenix couches can be vaguely seen.

Wen Rong leaned against the eaves, close to the empty tile eaves.

In just a moment, I heard a muffled groan: "No..."

Wen Rong clearly saw it.

Among the layers of Jinlong embroidered thread gauze.

A white and thin hand seemed to be completely unbearable, in order to seek a momentary relief, it suddenly stretched out from the couch.

The wrist looked very slender, the fingers hung down, trembling slightly, and then grabbed Limu's bedpost.

He seemed to be grasping it with extra force, and his knuckles were slightly bluish white.

But not for a moment.

Soon, another slender hand stretched out from the phoenix couch that was carved with dragons and phoenixes.

The other person's hand found the hand on the pear wood bedpost very accurately, and it was firmly covered in the palm, and the strength was easily released.

The hand that was stretched out at first struggled weakly twice, and was finally brought back into the bed.

Most of the candlesticks have been burned, and they seem to be silently telling the onlookers the long torture and happiness.

Wen Rong's hand that was tightly grasping the gilt tile had already broken the skin abruptly, oozing blood.

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui: I finally got a chance and you fucking let people peep?

Lele: Does your face look good? ^_^

Wen Rong: It looks good, I want to.

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