His Majesty And Ministers

The banquet lasted until the appointment time.

Jing Ye was so burned by the glass of wine that he almost lost his mind, and could only stare at the lights and figures shaking in front of him all night in a daze.Lin Xiaosheng held his hand. His hand was very cold, which kept Jing Ye from falling asleep.

When the banquet was halfway through, Jing Ye returned to the imperial camp by chariot.

Ye Mao didn't go to the banquet with him, he didn't want to come back like this, with red cheeks, white lips, and layers of sweat on his forehead.

He was so anxious that his hands were shaking, and while ordering the palace servants to bring water and hangover tea, he whispered bitterly: "This old man of the Zhao family who deserves to be killed by a thousand knives will be caught by our family in the future. cup, and throw it into the smoker cage to be steamed into a suckling pig!"

Jing Ye was so drunk that his eyes and ears were confused, but when he heard this sentence, he laughed out of breath.

Lin Xiaosheng sat sideways and supported Jing Ye's waist, took a cup of hangover tea to his lips, and said softly, "Your Majesty?"

Jing Ye took a vague look, frowned and turned his head away, Lin Xiaosheng tightened his hand on his waist, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, just take a sip, it will definitely make you feel better."

Jing Ye still refused, shaking his head to hide, Lin Xiaosheng sighed, took it back and took a sip, pinched Jing Ye's chin and fed it.

He took medicine all the year round, and as time went by, there was a bitter medicinal fragrance on his lips and tongue. Jing Ye couldn't help but raise his head to meet the sweet dew after a long drought.

The tea was swallowed quickly, but the kiss was reluctant to end.

Lips parted, Jing Ye hugged the man's shoulders, muttering non-stop.Lin Xiaosheng kissed his drooping eyelashes, brushed his thumbs over his red and swollen lips, and whispered: "Drunk and not drunk are two different things."

Jing Ye rubbed against him and said, "#%￥#@%#..."

Lin Xiaosheng whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty didn't notice, that little Feng Lang at the table was restless all night."

Jing Ye lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Lin Xiaosheng took another sip from the tea bowl, and said, "I'm afraid one sip is not enough, Your Majesty?"

Jing Ye was supported by his waist, and he raised his head obediently.

The candles in the tent were brightly lit, and the two of them entwined their lips and tongues, rubbed their ears and temples together, and drank a whole bowl of hangover tea.

The palace people were taken out of the tent by Ye Mao.Lin Xiaosheng got up to lift the curtain and ordered them to pour hot water.When he came back, he saw Jing Ye curled up in a ball and hid in the corner of the bed.

Lin Xiaosheng stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty..."

Jing Ye suddenly opened his eyes, eyes full of fear, almost collapsed holding his head.

Lin Xiaosheng frowned and stepped forward, but he grabbed his collar and shouted, "You bastard! Don't you want to eat me! Come on, I'm not timid! Bite me if you dare!"

Lin Xiaosheng: "..."

Jing Ye burst into tears as he roared, rushed forward and hugged Lin Xiaosheng, and opened his mouth to his neck.

Lin Xiaosheng's forehead twitched, and there was blood.

Jing Ye was still biting "woo woo", crying while biting, "Why are you hairless..."

Ye Mao who came in to deliver water: "..."

Lin Xiaosheng raised his hand to hold Jing Ye's shoulder, and looked at him.

Jing Ye stared at him blankly, then suddenly pressed his temple: "It hurts."

"It's okay, just go to sleep." He reached out and held him, hugging him and lying on the bed.

Jing Ye followed him and lay down obediently, leaning his head on the jade pillow, looking at him and saying, "That beast wants to eat me, so stay with me."

Lin Xiaosheng lowered his eyes and said for a while, "Okay, I will accompany you."

Jing Ye was still worried, and stubbornly refused to close his eyes. Later, he couldn't hold on anymore, and gradually fell asleep.

Lin Xiaosheng took off his shoes and lay beside him, and said to Ye Mao, "Go out and watch, I can't wash tonight."

Ye Mao looked at the two of them, nodded, and silently backed away.

The next morning.

Jing Ye leaned against the bed, resting his hand on the soft pillow, the scholar's callused fingers resting on it, muttering softly.

"Slow and stop, there is a definite number." The scholar looked up at Jing Ye, "Daimai. Your Majesty, how about sleeping at night?"

"what?"

"Cao Min asked, how about sleeping at night?"

Jing Ye came back to his senses, his lips were still pale, and said, "It's not good, I have a headache."

"It's true if you think about it." The scholar flipped through the medicine box, "Excessive thoughts and panic attacks. Your Majesty has a weak foundation and can't stand it."

Jing Ye smiled.The scholar said: "The body is not to be trifled with. You need to take care of your daily meals. The ancients said, 'He who eats grains will live'. If your majesty's daily food can't nourish the spirit and blood, the elixir is useless."

Jing Ye nodded, and the scholar stood up. Jing Ye told Ye Mao, "Go outside and see off Mr."

The scholar saluted and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jing Ye smiled and said, "I still don't know the name of Mr. Zhang."

The scholar said: "My surname is Xu."

Jing Ye smiled and said, "Mr. Xu, Pingyue City is taking care of you."

The scholar said: "It's all at the request of Master Lu. Your Majesty's illness is not a serious matter, but once the autumn hunting is over, you must take good care of it."

Jing Ye nodded and said, "Wait until this mess is sorted out..."

The curtain was raised, Lin Xiaosheng came in with breakfast, and the scholar left with a smile.Lin Xiaosheng put the food on the small table carved with hibiscus flowers beside the couch.

Jing Ye looked at the cotton gauze around his neck, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Last night I..."

Lin Xiaosheng still looked indifferent, and said: "I seem to always meet your Majesty drunk."

Jing Ye was at a loss for words, and said for a while, "I don't drink often."

Lin Xiaosheng glanced at him and remained silent.

When Jing Ye went to the hunting ground, he found that the head of the cavalry guard who accompanied him had become the adjutant of the Habayashi Army, so he asked Li Tingqiu where he was going.

The adjutant said: "The general's left shoulder was scratched by a wild wolf. The imperial doctor told him not to go out to ride and shoot, so let the humble official take over the post of chief of guard temporarily."

Jing Ye remembered that he was scared to death at that time, and he didn't notice the injury on Li Tingqiu's back at all.

People are also hurt for themselves, so it's unreasonable not to take a look.

Thinking so, Jing Ye went down to Li Tingqiu's camp.

The tent Li Tingqiu lived in was naturally much simpler. He and his adjutant slept on both sides of the tent. In the middle was a long case with several volumes of military books and history books.

Jing Ye looked around, but didn't see anyone else.

The little boy who came in hurriedly knelt down and said: "The general went out of the tent and walked around. I didn't know His Majesty was here. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Jing Ye nodded, and stretched out his hand to Ye Mao behind him. The latter understood, and handed over a small plain white jade bottle dipped in celadon flowers.Jing Ye took the jade bottle and looked at it, then leaned over to hold it in front of the boy and said, "This is for skin and flesh wounds, it can be applied externally or taken internally, take it to your master, apply it twice a day, it will heal faster."

The little boy took the jade bottle with both hands, bowed down and said: "On behalf of the master, Caomin thank Your Majesty for your kindness!"

"En." Jing Ye straightened up, turned to Ye Mao and said, "Go back."

Ye Mao hurriedly bent over to follow.

According to the old practice, the children of officials and eunuchs hunted in the fields outside the camp in the morning, and the prey they brought back were handed over to the chefs in the camp, who made various delicacies and entertained other families.

Zhao Mingde only had one young son from the royal family, who was still in his infancy, but he had a large pile of nephews. In addition, the Zhao family is now in full swing, and there are never many flatterers, so the hunting banquet of the Zhao family is particularly large.

At noon that day, the Zhao family hosted a banquet for dozens of nobles, Zhao Mingde sat at the head seat, beside Xu and his eldest daughter Zhao Miaoling.

Mrs. Xu greeted the female relatives from another family who came to greet with a smile, and whispered to the daughter sitting beside her, "Look at that, Mr. Qian's eldest son, a sixth-rank official donated only this year, looks pretty good."

Zhao Miaoling didn't even bother to take a look, and said with a sneer, "A mother like this can't bear it? My daughter is not one of those official ladies. In this life, she will not marry unless she is that person."

Xu sighed.

Sitting on his seat, Zhao Mingde asked Xu Shi in a low voice while he was speaking: "Why did you invite the Yang family?"

Mrs. Xu sat upright and replied: "The second son of the Yang family must be 22 years old. He is the age for marriage. I think that among the children of the Manchu Dynasty, there are only him and the third son of the Feng family. Parents and sons of He, these few are worthy of our Miao Ling."

Zhao Mingde snorted coldly.Mrs. Xu suppressed her smile, cast a glance at him and said, "Master blames me for not wearing Miaorong, right? She is still young, she can't learn much when she comes out, she is afraid of being frivolous with others."

Zhao Mingde didn't answer, but talked and laughed with the officials who came up to toast.Mrs. Xu looked at Yang Ziran who was chatting and laughing with others during the banquet, got up and pulled Zhao Miaoling and said, "Come on, mother will take you to meet the young man of the Yang family."

Zhao Miaoling thought of her group of sisters, some of them liked Feng Jialang, and some of them fell in love with the second son of Yang's family. Thinking this way, it would be no harm to go and have a look, so she followed Mrs. Xu and dragged her over.

Mrs. Yang's surname is Li, she is a middle-aged woman with gentle eyebrows, seeing Mrs. Xu coming with her daughter, she hurriedly got up and said with a smile: "A few days ago, there was a tea party in the mansion, and I wanted to invite you, but I was afraid that the coldness would make you laugh. "

"It's nothing." Mrs. Xu smiled and turned sideways, "Isn't it polite, Miao Ling?"

Zhao Miaoling leaned forward and said, "I've seen Madam."

"En." Li looked at her with a smile, stretched out his hand to help her up and said, "You look really good." Then he turned around and said, "Zi Ran, come here."

Yang Ziran smiled and came over to salute and say hello.

Zhao Miaoling took a peek at the moment when she got up, but saw that this person was handsome, with a smile in his words, and he was even more handsome than Gu Hong, so she couldn't help but blush.

Yang Ziran said hello to Mrs. Xu, turned to look at her, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "My servant Yang Ziran, Miss Zhao is better known than meeting her."

"Don't dare to do it." Zhao Miaoling blessed her body and lowered her head.For some reason, my heart started pounding.