Cao Yi frowned.

Mentioning Concubine Zhang, his handsome face showed disgust and dissatisfaction visible to the naked eye.

"Over the years, my sister has always tolerated her, but Mrs. Zhang relied on the favor of the officials to become more and more disrespectful and unruly..."

"Give it to her." Fu Jiuqu said calmly.

Cao Yi was stunned for a moment, "What did you say? Can the queen's honor guard be used by concubines? If this is really the case, wouldn't our Song Dynasty be indifferent to superiority and inferiority, and the order will be disrupted?"

With a snort, Cao Yi said again: "What's more, Zhang's move is clearly a provocation to her sister. If she manipulates her this time and gives her the Queen's guard of honor, what else will she ask for next time? Will she ask directly?

The queen’s throne?”

The Cao family had long had a grudge against the Zhang family. Cao Yi gritted his teeth when he talked about it, but Fu Jiuqu chuckled softly.

"Master Cao shouldn't be so short-sighted."

Cao Yi's body froze.

"If you want to take it, you must first give it to it." Fu Jiuqu turned his face away, his dark eyes were dark and cold, and his voice was unusually cold.

"Sage Cao in the palace understands this truth better than you. Indulge her, tolerate her, give her everything, let her be arrogant, arrogant and arrogant... Usually, when a person reaches such a state, he is not far from death.

.”

The story was told with a smile, without any strong emotions, but Cao Yi could not help but feel chills and goosebumps all over his body.

"Chonglou? What... happened to you?"

Fu Jiuqu said nothing.

Cao Yi heard that his tone was wrong and was about to ask, but Fu Jiuqu's bottomless black eyes suddenly turned around and stared into his eyes. They looked at each other for a moment in the quiet space, squinting like a ghost.

He got up, his voice still smiling.

"Prime Minister Pang has an in-law who is a Taoist priest. His name is Zhao Qingkuang, right?"

Cao Yi slowly approached him, "Why do you ask?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "Mr. Pang has been working hard on state affairs, but his family members are living in such poverty. Mr. Cao, you have to share the worries of the official family..."

"Chonglou..."

"Shh!" Fu Jiuqu said: "Don't ask anything. Shiyi said that bad guys must die. This is the normal order."

"But you do this..."

"I am also a bad guy, and I must die." Fu Jiuqu suddenly raised his hand to straighten Cao Yi's collar, and told him calmly in an almost eerily quiet space with a smile that was difficult for Cao Yi to understand.

"You are a good person. Senior brother, you are upright and worthy of a long life... Did you know that thousands of years later, Uncle Cao Guo will be promoted to one of the Eight Immortals and be worshiped by the world?"

Cao Yi:......

Crazy!

Fu Jiuqu went crazy.

~

There is no need to describe the prosperous scene of the Shangyuan Night Banquet.

After entering the palace, all the officials and wives greeted the emperor and empress in turn, said some words of congratulations on the peace and prosperity of the country and the people, and then the emperor and his ministers sat together, enjoyed singing and dancing, and ate delicacies, rejoicing all night.

When Fu Jiuqu and the eldest princess entered the palace, everyone was shocked.

The Prince of Guangling County was banned for one year, but the officials did not relieve him of his duties and did not allow him to enter the inner palace. He was still the only nephew of the officials and a member of the Imperial City Department.

The ministers watched carefully and knew that the official's move was to test the reaction of the officials, so they used the Shangyuan Night Banquet to turn over the old story...

Fu Jiuqu was reinstated.

Some people were saying hello, others were worried, and there were different expressions at the banquet.

Fu Jiuqu seemed not to notice the probing gazes of the crowd, and sat calmly in his seat, drinking alone with his eyes lowered.

The servants kept singing, and soon they saw Concubine Zhang arriving late.

Today, the imperial concubine is using the queen's guard of honor, and it is not unobtrusive to appear in front of officials.

Seeing this, all the officials looked at each other with dissatisfaction. However, seeing Queen Cao's smiling face, they didn't mind at all. Zhao Guan's family even turned a blind eye. The courtiers still didn't say anything.

At a festive banquet, no one wants to be annoying and ruin the atmosphere.

Concubine Zhang got down from the sedan chair, and with the support of two palace maids, she sat down at the table and sat at the head of the official family. She glanced provocatively at Empress Cao who was sitting on the phoenix throne.

"This sedan is soft and comfortable to sit on, without any bumps. Thank you sister."

Queen Cao's expression remained unchanged, "It's fine if you like."

"I like it." Zhang Guifei said: "If sister is not angry, I will sit there more times in the future."

Empress Cao smiled and did not answer, as if she did not see the interaction between her and the emperor's eyes, and only cast her eyes lightly on the main hall.

It is said to be a banquet for hundreds of officials, but only the royal family and powerful ministers can enter the main hall to drink with the emperor. The rest of the officials are outside the palace, setting up a banquet like a running table, raising glasses to celebrate the long live of our emperor...

The heavy snow was falling, and the silk and bamboo were sweet to the ears. The Zhao Guan family turned their attention to their nephew several times, but did not get a familiar look.

Fu Jiuqu toasted him with a very dignified, polite and thoughtful manner, but Zhao Guan's family was very dissatisfied.

This is not his nephew.

Too distant, too outsider...

Zhao Guan's family held their breath in their hearts and left the banquet early. They originally wanted to go for a walk in the garden. Unexpectedly, as soon as they left the hall, they were bumped into by a palace maid, who almost knocked him out of breath.

"Bold!" Zhao Guan's anger finally found a way to vent his anger, "Pull him down! Beat him with a stick... ten times."

Zhao Zhen was not a cruel person, so his phrase "Beat him to death with a stick" finally turned a corner and became ten blows.

A small man from the Huangmen came up angrily, looked at the emperor's face, and was about to arrest someone for execution.

Unexpectedly, the palace maid knelt down towards the emperor with a bang.

"The official has mercy on me. I am not a palace maid. I have not learned the rules well. I am guilty..."

Her voice was frightened and sad, and she was born with a pitiful look. Hearing this, Zhao Guanjia's heart softened, and he could see some familiarity on her face through the drunkenness.

"Aren't you a palace maid?"

The woman lowered her head and hummed softly.

"My maid is from the eldest princess's palace. She went to the palace with His Highness for a banquet. She was anxious for a moment. She was afraid of bumping into the nobles, but she didn't know the way around the palace. In her panic, she bumped into the officials...

"

The woman's voice is as thin as a clear spring, blown into the ears by the light snow wind, and is so fragile that it makes people pity.

Zhao Zhen rubbed his forehead and kept searching for this face in his memory.

"Have I seen you somewhere..."

The woman didn't answer, and her thin silk palace clothes rustled in the wind. She looked pitiful and helpless, and her elegant appearance seemed like she might collapse at any moment.

"My servant... never had the good fortune to meet an official."

Zhao Guanjia's expression dropped slightly, "Raise your head."

The woman raised her chin, but her eyelashes drooped slightly, like a touch of green willows in the distant mountains, and her face was so pale that it was unbearable to criticize.

Zhao Guanjia felt in a trance.

"May I have your name?"

"Servant..." The woman bit her lower lip gently and said softly: "My maid's surname is Zhou and my name is Yi Mian. I opened the wine and looked at the mausoleum. I recalled the king's old happy memories. The kapok was exhausted."

The lychee branches are hanging down, and thousands of flowers are waiting for you to return home."

I opened a bottle of wine and looked towards the mausoleum, recalling the king's old joy.

All the kapok trees and lychee branches are hanging down, and thousands of flowers are waiting for the man to return home.

Zhao Guanjia's fingers trembled slightly, turned his back, and said in a deep voice to the small yellow door standing on one side: "Take her into the inner hall, and then talk to her after she changes her clothes."

~

Zhang Xueyi was very happy today. The queen's guard of honor that she had longed for for a long time was finally given to her. When she walked through the palace wall in a sedan chair to attend the banquet, she felt as if she had ascended to heaven amidst the envy of all the concubines.

"What's so great about a queen? An abandoned queen who is not favored by the king is worse than an abandoned wife in the market..."

Zhang Xue also favored the sixth palace. The Zhao family regarded her as more important than their own eyes. No matter what she said, the palace attendants were used to hearing it. Apart from complimenting her, even those close to her didn't bother to remind her.

One sentence.

Even though Queen Cao was sitting not far from her.

"Oh, look at my mouth." Zhang Xue also glanced at Empress Cao and wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief sheepishly, "I always speak freely. No wonder officials often say that I have no scheming and easily offend people..."

Empress Cao had not been favored for a long time and had become accustomed to people's sympathy or ridicule. She watched the singing and dancing with a disapproving smile.

"Where are the officials?" Zhang Xue also asked, and then realized that the emperor had left the table for a long time.

The eldest maid, Meng Ning, was nearby and coughed slightly, "I must have gone to change clothes."

"Why did it take so long?" Zhang Xueyi dressed up brightly today and applied a thick layer of powder to cover the small rash on her face.
To be continued...