At noon, Mrs. Mu entered the palace to visit her daughter. The mother and daughter sat at the table and chatted. They accidentally talked about the marriage of the Privy Councilor. Mu Yao raised her chin in silence.

"What's wrong? This is?" Mrs. Mu asked with a smile.

"Mom, have you ever met the Privy Councilor's legitimate sister?"

Mrs. Mu recalled, "I have seen it, looking at the soft Liu Fufeng, but I heard that she is stubborn at heart."

Mu Yao pouted, "The Privy Councilor intended to let her enter the palace to serve the emperor, but His Majesty refused."

Seeing his daughter looking like a little jealous bag, Mrs. Mu twisted the silk handkerchief and laughed, "Your Majesty is really good to treat you."

Mu Yao hugged his arms, "It's really good for me to treat Your Majesty."

That is, the incident of Mu Yao's stalking into the tiger's den for Zhao Yi has been praised by the people, and thus made Mu Yao gain the reputation of the virtuous queen.

Thinking about it now, the two of them have a love affair, a heart-to-heart relationship, and a pair made of heaven and earth.

Mrs. Mu felt relieved, held her hand and gave a few more words before taking her maid out of the palace.

When Mrs. Mu returned to her house, she mentioned Mu Yao to her family during dinner and snorted: "When the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet, I will make Yao'er more charming and make those ministers who want to send their daughters and sisters into the palace feel ashamed."

At this time, there were two months left before the Mid-Autumn Festival palace banquet. Mrs. Mu had already begun to urge Mu Yao to send someone to discuss the queen's palace outfit and hair accessories with the manager of Shangyi Bureau.

The Mu family suddenly looked at each other a few times, covering their mouths and holding back their laughter.

Mrs. Mu is a master of home fighting. She raised a daughter that was better and she controlled His Majesty the Emperor. They were not worried that Mu Yao would suffer any loss.

*

This Mid-Autumn Festival palace banquet was the largest palace banquet since the new emperor ascended the throne. Mu Yao knew that many noble girls would definitely come that night and she wanted to win.

As the queen, she cannot stop the noble girls from attending the palace banquet, but she can tell them with her strength that she will not want to covet her men.

When Zhao Yi came over, he saw the little queen standing in front of the bronze mirror with her waist pinched her waist, looking like she was aroused from fighting spirit.

Put your hands on the woman's shoulders and gently massage them, "What are you thinking about again?"

Mu Yao looked at the bronze mirror and blew the hair that brushed his nose, "I was wondering, if I was too outstanding at the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet, would other women be overshadowed?"

"meeting."

"real?"

Zhao Yi put it in her ear and smiled: "My wife's virtuousness is obvious to all. No one can match my wife's beauty."

Muyao Nununu's nose, "Just coax me."

Zhao Yi held her shoulder and led her to the dining table, "A true word will not be mixed with lies."

Mu Yao muttered, "Who knows?"

The next day, when Mu Yao woke up, Zhao Yi was no longer by his side, and his breath seemed to remain by his pillow.

Just as Mu Yao was immersed in beauty, the palace servant walked up and whispered: "Empress, before leaving, your Majesty, I will remind you to eat on time."

"I understand." Mu Yao pulled the quilt upwards, covered his shoulders, and looked at the palace servant through the semi-transparent curtains, "When did Your Majesty leave?"

"Half an hour ago."

Mu Yao felt that his wife was too incompetent and did not get up early to change clothes for her husband.

After lying on the phoenix bed for a while, she sat up and waited for the palace servant to send her clothes over.

As the season changed, the palace servant brought Mu Yao a bright red chest-length skirt and put his hands into the curtain.

Seeing this skirt, Mu Yao suddenly remembered that the robe sewn for Zhao Yi before getting married has not yet been improved.

After washing up, she turned to the robe from the cabinet, asked someone to take the needle and thread, and lowered her head to modify it.

In the evening, as usual, Mu Yao asked someone to prepare meals and wait patiently for the emperor to come, but at the moment of Xu, what he waited for was a sentence: "Report to the Empress, Your Majesty is going to attend the wedding of the Privy Councilor today."

Why didn't you hear him mention it yesterday?

Mu Yao pouted, a little unhappy. The Privy Councilor is now a new crown in the court. In just half a year of taking office, he undermined the power of the Imperial City Department. If this continues, within a year, the Imperial City Department will be useless. And this person has always wanted to send his sister to the harem to be a concubine!

The east of the city, Chu Mansion.

There was a clamor from the wedding room, and I thought it was time to start a wedding chamber.

Zhao Yi sat at the ceremony table and drank wine with Mu Shiqing, Lu Yuzhou and Shao Xiu.

There are few scenes of the gathering of the four young masters of Bianjing. The few of them are powerful and noble, which naturally attracted the attention of guests, friends and even neighbors, especially the emperor who lived in simplicity.

Since Chu Xiao took office as Privy Councilor, he has made many contributions and has been highly valued by Zhao Yi, so he saw the emperor attending the wedding banquet.

If the guests wanted to come forward to toast, they were afraid of being offended, so they could only maintain the etiquette of the king and his subjects from both far and near.

And the three people sitting next to Zhao Yi were not so restrictive.

Shao Xiu poured wine for everyone and joked: "We will not return until we are drunk today."

The other three ignored him.

The slender fox eyes flowed, Shao Xiu picked up the wine cup, sniffed the fragrance of the wine, and tilted his head to drink it all.

At this time, the Privy Councilor trotted over in a big red wedding robe, bowed and smiled, "Let Your Majesty and a few distinguished guests wait for a long time."

Zhao Yi raised his glass and told, "On the wedding night, my dear friend doesn't have to care about others."

The Privy Councilor picked up the wine cup, punished himself three times, pulled over the bench and sat on the side of the square table, and started chatting with the four people.

Not long after, he asked his sister Chu Ning'er to call him. The hint was self-evident.

Chu Ning'er is a typical young lady of a noble family. She is elegant and dignified in every move. In addition, she has a good appearance and is at the age of marriage. The person who wants to marry her is about to break through the Chu family. But the Privy Councilor is a powerful brother and insists on letting her sister enter the palace to serve the king.

The woman had a squid head and awesome eyebrows, and she stood there neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no joy in seeing His Majesty the Emperor on her face.

The Privy Councilor pulled his sister over and introduced her to the four people with a smile.

Except for Shao Xiu, the other three were just hanging their eyebrows and not looking at the woman more, but they did not sarcastically at her. After all, no one could notice that the woman had no intention of climbing to the emperor's branch, but because of the oppression of her brother, she had to come out to toast.

Under the square table, someone kicked Shao Xiu. Shao Xiu grinded his alveolar and held the wine cup, breaking the embarrassment.

"Since he is the sister of the Privy Councilor, Mr. Shao will give his respects on behalf of His Majesty."

The edges of the cups were touching each other, and Shao Xiu's cup was a little shorter, but it was not light and touched the woman's finger.

The wine splashed out of the mouth of the cup, and Chu Ning'er trembled her eyelashes.

Subtle interaction brews on this fun wedding night.

Zhao Yi glanced at Shao Xiu with his eyes scrutinized.

When he returned to the palace, he took a bath and changed his clothes in Yan's bedroom before he drove to Mu Yao's bedroom.

It was still early, but the lights in the bedroom were turned off. You can tell at a glance that the owner of the bedroom did not welcome "guests".

Zhao Yi walked forward and waved his hand to the palace servant who was saluting, "You don't need to serve you inside."

"promise."

When he opened the door, a fragrance filled his nose, and Zhao Yi's eyes became deeper. This was the smell of Mu Yao's shower.

When I arrived at the inner bed, the sandalwood was lingering and the curtains were waving. The woman on the phoenix bed lies on her side, covering herself tightly.

I saw that I was not asleep at first sight, otherwise I would have been stomped on the quilt.

Zhao Yi walked over, lifted the curtain, lay outside, hugged the sweetheart through the quilt.

The charming man in the quilt arched a few times and refused to let him hug him.

"What's wrong? Brother, why didn't you be upset?" The man coaxed with a cautious tone.

Mu Yao snorted, and his whole body retracted into the quilt without saying a word.

"Don't be bored." Zhao Yi pulled the quilt away, hugged the person in his arms, and sniffed the fragrance on her body deeply.

"Don't touch me, you smell like alcohol." Mu Yao pushed his face and kicked around with his feet.

Zhao Yi smelled his clothes and confirmed that there was no smell of alcohol, "I've washed it."

Mu Yao pinched his nose, "It just smells of wine."

Knowing that she was making a tantrum, Zhao Yi sat up and said with a good temper: "I blamed me for not telling you in advance when I went to the wedding banquet today?"

Mu Yao pursed his lips and refused to answer.

Zhao Yi took off his outer shirt and left it at the end of the bed, "I'm afraid you'll think too much."

The Privy Councilor was a new noble in the court and made contributions to the disintegration of the Imperial City Division. As an emperor, it was understandable to support him on the day of his wedding, but the problem was that the Privy Councilor intended to send his sister to the palace.

Zhao Yi knew he was unreasonable, "I don't know how to accept a concubine, don't worry."

Mu Yao didn't take this kind of rhetoric, and his mother told her that men should not believe everything in bed. Although she knew that Zhao Yi would not accept a concubine, she felt uncomfortable when she thought that he might have an intersection with the woman.

The little queen was really angry. Zhao Yi picked up the person, held it in his arms, and said helplessly: "How can you fully believe in my sincerity?"

Mu Yao's eyes moved slightly, not because he didn't believe in his sincerity, but because he was afraid that he would be trapped by a trap and had to accept a powerful daughter or sister.

"When you go to the wedding banquet, you go to the wedding banquet, why do you have to drink?"

As if he understood why his wife was angry, Zhao Yi promised: "I won't drink anymore, don't be angry with me, huh?"

Mu Yao flattened his mouth and then he calmed down.
To be continued...