Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

It was him... He recalled the two foreigners he met in Deyue Inn two days ago. The one in front of the carriage, with a very familiar strange outfit, must be one of the two.

He saw the man on horseback from a long distance away.

At this time, the wheels and horseshoes stopped facing the cool night breeze.

In fact, he has always wondered why the Lord of the Three Miao Kingdoms entered Qianyang City in such a hurry, instead of staying in an inn near Gyeonggi for an extra night?

When he thought about this, he had some doubts about the news Xi Weng gave him.

The entire convoy stopped in front of the palace, and the people in the carriage slowly opened the door carved with gold and patterns, and then fixed their eyes on a pair of bare hands and a pair of snow-colored jade feet.

"Master Hou is very polite."

He raised his eyes, and when he heard a smiling female voice coming from the carriage, his eyelids twitched.

There was a gust of wind.

The short-headed man on the horse turned over and got off the horse, and all the guards standing on both sides stepped back half a step. He only heard the sound of the wind blowing the lamp, and in a flash, he caught a glimpse of a fox's refined snow-white woven fur flying out of the carriage. Spread it impartially on the opposite side three feet away from him.

The woman who stepped out of the carriage slowly, with Baoyun bun, tassel ring, and white silk skirt flying freely, was wearing short-fronted thin trousers, lined with a bright red dress, revealing snowy legs. Printed with three petals, it is charming and gentle.

The moment the woman appeared, she heard the breathing sound of the palace guards as she wished.

He stared at the swaying woman step by step in front of him, there was still a smile on his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The woman gradually approached him, and from the moment she appeared in the eyes of everyone, the delicate fragrance wafting in the air seemed like peach blossoms, which made everyone present shake their hearts.

This fragrance is the fragrance of the woman wearing the pale gauze hat in Deyue Inn.

He closed his eyes, and an alarm bell sounded in his heart.

He knows a lot of strange things, but he has never heard that Lord Sanmiao is a woman, and he even went to Qianyang City in advance.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the person who came, but he didn't expect the guards beside him to stare round, with silly smiles on their faces, drooling... It seemed that he had never seen a beautiful woman with little clothes in his life.

He remembered the custom of Sanmiao.

"Records of the Kingdoms in the Clouds" once said that the Sanmiao belonged to the clan kingship, and the surname Bai was respected. Females were marked by clavicles and males were marked by calla lilies. They were all in power; Zhipi set foot.

He turned his gaze back to the woman's collarbone and jade feet, and said with a smile: "I have heard that the three Miao monarchs live in seclusion, and now I am the king's guest at the banquet, why don't you come out and see?"

At this moment, Marquis Feng Yang who was standing in front of the woman had dark abysses of unknown origin in his eyes. The woman first stepped here, and without mentioning anyone else, she mentioned the Marquis Feng Yang who moved the six kingdoms.

The woman pursed her lips and smiled when she heard the words, "Master Hou is really temperamental."

She has always disliked people who are too rude to her, but when she saw the person in front of her, she couldn't show any disgust or sarcasm. Instead, she said teasingly, "My king is a little tired from the exhaustion of the boat and the car. At the state banquet tomorrow, Hou Lord will see my king."

The woman's watery smile rose in front of him.

He frowned, watching the woman who turned around and smiled slowly walked into the carriage with lotus steps.

On the innermost side of the carriage, there was a person who slightly raised the ink ribbon that bound his hair, and when the ink ribbon loosened, his waist-length black hair fell loose.

Early the next morning, after several days of planning, the Palace Bureau prepared the meals and treasures for the state banquet, flowers and rare animals for Zhou Rao's occasion.

When the song and dance started, the bright and moving kabuki danced leisurely in the center of the banquet, and the kabuki danced with a toast, drinking happily.

King Zhou Hui entertained King Sanmiao in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. There were lanterns and festoons outside the hall. The hanging decorations and the snow fox woven fur on the floor were all arranged in advance, so that the light that shone down from Pingdan was crystal clear and bright, refracting to the rows of people. The pavilions and palaces are shining more and more brilliantly.

Qi Xin had a knee-to-neck conversation with the King of the Three Miao Kingdoms in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Under the situation of mingled wine and wine, Princess Danyang was forced to perform dances in front of the imperial court in neon clothes and feather clothes.

However, Feng Yanghou, who was supposed to be seated by His Majesty Dan, received a handbook before leaving, saying that he went to the Shido Hall to find a few scholars with both strategy and talent to fill the vacancy after the official was dismissed some time ago.

He came to the outside of the Shido Hall in a sedan chair, and walked out of the sedan chair with Ji's arm in his arms.

At this time, the iris planted in the Shidoukan bloomed even more delightfully: the lotus-colored stamens bloomed freely, covering the entire Shidoukan from the corridor.

The rich scent of flowers overflows the green lake, the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and reaches the courtyard in front of the hall with red paint and green tiles, engulfing the seductive vitality like a rotten one.

He entered the main hall where the scholars contended through the side door of the Shidokan.

In the main hall, there are more black heads and belts colliding with each other than before.

He was sitting behind the screen in the inner hall, and one of the stewards in the hall read the handbook Ji put on his waist, and immediately presented scrolls recording the backgrounds of all the scholars.

He looked up and stared at the carved jade plaque hanging high in the inner hall. In the outer hall of the Shidao Hall in front of him, the scholars sat around and talked loudly, or stood in groups in front of famous paintings by famous artists to comment, what's more. Those who preached to others to say the right and wrong of the monarch.

"I heard that today the king invited the King of the Three Miao Kingdom to a banquet, so he won't come to our Shidao Hall..." The scholar with oily hair and noodles snapped his folding fan and raised his eyebrows furtively at the crowd around him.

As soon as these words came out, it immediately caused a vortex of some size in the outer room, causing a large group of people who were talking to each other to stop their heads and cast their searching eyes on the speaker's face.

Not long after, someone got up to agree, clenched their fists and said bitterly: "This man is right. Today is the opening day of the Shidao Hall. According to Zhou Rao's historical admonition, the opening of the Shidao Hall must be presided over by the king himself." , in order to demonstrate the morality of the corporal of courtesy and virtuousness.”

However, everyone here is well aware that the monarch on Zhou Rao's throne has always been unruly, and has never taken these Zhou Rao's ancestor's precepts seriously.

After one word, everyone sighed.

Once the chatter was opened, everyone began to pour bitterness out endlessly. When it came to King Zhou Hui's recent behaviors, he was naturally mentioned, as well as the incident that happened a few days ago. When he opened his mouth, he loudly criticized King Zhou Hui for not listening to the officials, making the people in the Hall of Zhengmen, who were responsible for admonishing them, feel as if they were scattered, and step by step, they were completely excluded by the royal power.

Ji didn't expect that these scholars in the outer room dared to talk about the monarch in private without knowing the heights of the sky and the earth.

Ji's face turned cold.

When he heard this, he frowned and walked out.

He raised his hand to stop the steward from loudly announcing Feng Yanghou's arrival, just smiled and walked to the front of the outer room, scanning the scholars below with extremely contemptuous eyes.

"Since you have a lot of talents and ideas in your chest, you might as well have a look with me, so that I can get more of the talents of you scholars."

He sat on the high chair in the hall, his deliberately low voice was not angry but prestige.

Ji walked over step by step from the inner room, agreeing with his approach from the bottom of his heart.

After he finished speaking, scholars in twos and threes looked at him in astonishment, and then formed a group to whisper.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the crowd, who looked inquiringly and contemptuously at them.

He saw their reluctance and hesitation, and his lazy voice went around them, Shi Shiran, with no extra emotion on his face, "Why, you don't have the courage?"

His eyes were full of doubts and questions, and his words were like icicles on the top of a mountain in a frosty and snowy day.

The scholars are all literati who have read poetry and books for decades, and they are very thin-skinned. Once provoked, they will raise their heads and confront him with righteous indignation.

In the middle of the hall, the three-inch incense stick in the three-legged copper tripod is already pending.

He took a pen to write down the examination questions on the rice paper he had just prepared, ordered the manager to hang it in front of the scholars, and prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones for them, and it took about three sticks of incense.

As the incense burnt, everyone sat down and wrote.

He put down the brush dipped in ink, and turned his eyes to look at Ji with the face of Rakshasa ghost. At this time, Ji also turned his head to look at him and smiled comprehensibly.

He turned his gaze back, opened his sleeves and quietly polished the Duan inkstone placed on the desk.

Three inches of incense sticks - the dense smoke, which hides the people in the hall who are only concentrating on studying ink, and the air is gentle.

A group of scholars below leaned on their elbows and held small sandalwood brushes in their mouths. They thought for a long time, but they still refused to write.

In the center of the rice paper hanging above the outer hall, there is only one character "言".This "word" has a deep meaning, it should be the words of the official, what to say, why to say...

After about a stick of incense, he saw the scholars raising their pens one after another, with inexplicable smiles in their eyes, which was quite intriguing.

"In matters of a gentleman, advance and think to be loyal, and retreat to make up for mistakes. He will follow the beauty and save the evil."

In the main hall, he propped up his elbow, half an arm's distance away, and caught a glimpse of a sentence neatly arranged on the rice paper, he couldn't help but suddenly raised his eyes, skipping the crowd and staring straight at one person's face.

"Why are you here, sir?" His expression was not very good.

At the beginning, he didn't pay attention to Canglizi, who looked like a scholar in cold clothes, who mixed in with the scholars.

After hearing this, everyone cast their gazes over, and this time Cang Lizi "showed his true colors".