Perhaps it was because she regarded Zhao Chen as a friend that she expressed her feelings in this way.
Zhao Chen looked at Li Ruoshuang and thought that war was not a competition.
If you don’t win at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, someone will support her to lead the troops.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Chen was unwilling to break Li Ruoshuang's dream at this moment, so he poured a glass of wine with her and smiled and said, "It's a pity that I don't like the excitement, otherwise I will definitely be there to cheer for you!"
"Zhao Chen, don't be discouraged. I have already sent a letter to my father. He knows many people and will definitely find a cure for you." Li Ruoshuang thought Zhao Chen was in a bad mood and advised him.
"Miss Ruoshuang is determined. She has drunk enough today. If you drink it again, you will be drunk. Let's stop here!" Zhao Chen said to Li Ruoshuang with a smile.
He was just talking casually.
Unexpectedly, Li Ruoshuang had already sent a letter to Li Jing and asked him to help find ways to cure qi diseases.
Although I am grateful, I have to admit it.
Even Sun Simiao had no choice but to cure this disease?
Zhao Chen now wants to know when this pitfall system will give him medical skills!
Li Ruoshuang nodded, glanced at Zhao Chen, and stood up and left.
...
Two days later, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet arrived as scheduled.
The saint of the Tang Dynasty had already announced the people of Chang'an City two days ago.
On Mid-Autumn Festival night, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet will be held in the square outside Tai Chi Hall.
As soon as the sky fell, the people of Chang'an City who were invited went to the direction of the imperial city.
"Zhao Chen!" As soon as Zhao Chen finished supper with Uncle Fu, he saw Cheng Chumo standing on the steps of the tavern and calling him.
Qin Huaiyu was still standing beside Cheng Chumo.
"Old Cheng, Xiao Qin, why are you here?" Zhao Chen smiled, a little surprised.
The identities of these two people are qualified to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet outside the Tai Chi Hall.
It's really strange to come here to find yourself.
"Hehe, isn't this Mid-Autumn Festival? Xiao Qin and I think it's better for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, it's better for us three brothers to spend together!" Cheng Chumo walked to Zhao Chen and put one hand on Zhao Chen's shoulder.
"But……"
"Don't be it, brother, you can't miss the Mid-Autumn Festival, which only once a year!" Before Zhao Chen could speak, Qin Huaiyu put on Zhao Chen's other shoulder again.
"Young Master, you haven't been out for a long time. Today I'll go have fun." Uncle Fu also advised from the side.
Zhao Chen came to Chang'an City from Wannian County, and only returned to Wannian County once the last time.
He hasn't left the tavern in the past few months.
A teenager who loves to play is the age of playing, and Uncle Fu is also worried that if this continues, Zhao Chen will be suffocated.
"Two young masters, my son is weak, so please take care of him." Fu Bo said to Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu.
"Don't worry, Uncle Fu, I will definitely be with my brother, and I will never leave you. When I come back, I will definitely hand it back completely." Cheng Chumo said, patting his chest.
"Uncle Fu, you can go to Dr. Xue to have tea. He invited you several times today!" Seeing that the few people said this, Zhao Chen had no choice but to agree.
Thinking of Dr. Xue, who prescribed his prescription, had been here several times today and asked Uncle Fu to come over for tea, Zhao Chen said to Uncle Fu.
"Okay, when I clean up, I'll pass. There's no curfew today. You must go slowly!" Uncle Fu nodded.
"Don't worry, Uncle Fu, we're leaving!" Cheng Chumo waved his hand, hugged Zhao Chen's shoulder and left.
...
The square outside the Tai Chi Hall.
At this moment, all the ministers had arrived, and the young people gathered together.
Fruits and delicacies were also placed on the plate.
In the center of the square, there are two platforms.
One of them has swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks and forks, which is where the martial arts competition will be played later.
The other one is the Four Treasures of the Study, and Wen Bi is competing here.
"I don't know who can laugh to the end this year!"
"Last year, Du He, under the command of His Royal Highness of the Eastern Palace, won the final victory. This year, I think so."
"I didn't expect that Du He would give up his literature and follow the martial arts. None of the younger generation is his opponent. This year, this martial arts competition winner will definitely be the East Palace."
"What about this Wenbi? His Highness King Wei has a great scholar like Cen Wenben. I think he will help him. The winner of this Wenbi should be His Highness King Wei?"
"That's not necessarily true. There is news that Wang Ji, the Wang family of Taiyuan, entered the Eastern Palace."
"Wang Ji?"
In the square, the people of Chang'an City who had already attended the banquet talked about the comparison between civil and military affairs of this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
When you hear Wang Ji of the Wang family in Taiyuan, you are likely to represent the Eastern Palace and participate in this literary contest.
Many people in Chang'an City screamed in shock.
They knew Wang Ji, knew that he was from the Wang family in Taiyuan, and even more so that Wang Ji was the uncle of Fang Xuanling and others.
Such a great scholar actually came to participate in the literary competition, which is a bit of a bully.
"Old house, Your Highness the Crown Prince is a little impatient." Changsun Wuji walked to Fang Xuanling's side, his voice a little low.
What is Wang Ji's identity? Wenbi who actually came to attend this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
What will your Majesty think after you know this?
His Highness the Crown Prince attaches so much importance to winning or losing, so where does he have the demeanor that the Crown Prince should have?
His Majesty the Emperor will definitely not be happy.
"Your Majesty's attitude towards the prince has changed a little recently. He seems to be doing the decree, which makes His Highness extremely worried."
"I didn't expect that if the matter of Wang Ji continued, even if the crown prince won, he would definitely be disliked by His Majesty." Fang Xuanling shook his head and sighed.
"Wei Zheng told me yesterday that His Highness the Crown Prince has not been concerned about his studies recently. If this happens again, he will resign from the affairs of the Eastern Palace with His Majesty." Fang Xuanling looked at Changsun Wuji and said another sentence.
Fang Xuanling tested Wei Zheng yesterday and wanted to see his attitude towards His Royal Highness.
If Wei Zheng was very satisfied with His Royal Highness, he might have won over Wei Zheng.
Unexpectedly, after he asked, Wei Zheng complained to him about the abandonment of the prince's studies.
He even hinted to him that if Li Chengqian had no intention of studying anymore, Wei Zheng would leave the East Palace.
This is definitely a very dangerous signal!
Once Wei Zheng voluntarily resigns from the Eastern Palace, it will definitely make the emperor even more annoyed with the prince.
His Majesty the Emperor had already thought about it. If that kind of thing happened again.
Even if the East Palace won this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet today, what's the point?
When Changsun Wuji heard this, his heart twitched suddenly.
"When it comes to today, I will explain my interests to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Changsun Wuji nodded and said.
...
"Old Cheng, look at what's on it." In the square, Qin Qiong and Cheng Yaojin sat in the same seat.
Qin Qiong pointed at something on the platform and said to Cheng Yaojin.
"Isn't the one on it just His Majesty's dragon couch? There's still something..." Cheng Yaojin said indifferently.
As he spoke, his eyes saw the chair where Li Shimin came back from Zhao Chen before.
Cheng Yaojin could no longer say what he said next.
Chapter completed!