Chapter 517 Make the best use of it, Lord Superintendent
"I was listening just now. The father-in-law who delivered the decree seemed to say that the emperor and the queen are going to have a New Year's Eve dinner at General Chu's mansion. Did you hear that?"
An elderly man, fearing that he was deaf, quickly asked the people around him.
"Of course I heard it. Look at these gold, silver and jade articles. Which one can be used by ordinary people?"
The speaker looked envious.
"I have never seen so many good things. Just pick one and you can eat it for a lifetime. It's a pity that I can only feast my eyes on it."
The chatting people looked at each other and said, well, who can say otherwise?
There are some things that you can’t envy, so don’t even think about them. It’s good to be able to feast your eyes on them.
And the ministers are naturally even more well-informed.
You can imagine how you felt when you heard that the emperor and the queen would not sit at the same table with them, but would spend New Year's Eve alone with the Chu family.
Who would believe that there is no jealousy?
What did the emperor say? General Chu's palace was busy preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner for the emperor and the queen. It seems that the Chu family was forced to take over the errand.
Who among the ministers can't understand that this is all for the sake of appearance and to fool them.
They really wanted to suffer this, but the emperor didn't give them a chance.
Sure enough, the harem cannot remain vacant, otherwise the emperor will give all his favor to the empress and the Chu family.
How can they, the pillars of the imperial court, have the right to speak.
After the year is over, it is still necessary to discuss with other adults to provide the emperor with concubines as soon as possible, enrich the harem, and distract the emperor's attention.
And the one who was most confused after hearing the news was Jun Zifeng, the eldest son of Prince Hao's Mansion.
Eunuch Fu came out of General Chu's Mansion and went to Prince Hao's Mansion.
"Prince Hao, Princess, Lord Supervisor."
When Jun Zifeng heard Eunuch Fu calling him Lord Supervisor, his heart skipped a beat and he raised his eyebrows.
"Eunuch Fu, I have stopped sleeping. Should you call me Prince?"
Mr. Fu is a very good man, and he usually shouts loudly.
Only when Jun Lingyun wanted to exploit him, Eunuch Fu would give him the title of Supervisor.
Eunuch Fu chuckled.
"Master Jian Guo, the emperor has decreed that Master Jian Guo will host tomorrow's New Year's Eve palace banquet. It will be a good time to entertain the princesses and ministers in the capital."
Junzi Feng looked at Eunuch Fu with a helpless look, which made Eunuch Fu feel guilty for a while.
"Master Jian Guo, there is no need to be more polite. The old slave conveyed the order and went back to the palace. Prince Hao, Princess Hao, and the old slave will retire."
Eunuch Fu quickly rubbed oil on his soles and ran away before Hao Wang and his family could react!
Jun Zifeng gritted his teeth as he looked at Eunuch Fu's back running faster than a rabbit.
Does he look like he is going to kneel down to receive the order? There is no need to be more polite? Eunuch Fu also followed Jun Lingyun's example and learned bad things!
It’s Chinese New Year! It’s New Year’s Eve! He’s looking forward to it day and night, looking forward to the rest!
He originally thought about skipping this year's New Year's Eve dinner in the palace. Anyway, it was the same thing every year, so there was no way he could come up with new tricks.
Still thinking, Jun Lingyun could not help but be so unkind, and refused to even grant his small request.
And he has already made plans to go shopping with Su Yan, listen to the opera, and spend the night together...
Both King Hao and Princess Hao looked at Jun Zifeng with some worry.
Taking the place of the emperor and hosting the royal New Year's Eve banquet? Isn't this too arrogant?
Will the courtiers impeach Prince Hao's palace and be disobedient?
Can Zifeng really accept this decree? Prince Hao thought for a while and said:
"Zifeng, otherwise, you can go into the palace to plead with the emperor and push this errand away. Isn't our Prince Hao's Mansion eye-catching enough?"
Jun Zifeng looked at his father with some sadness.
"Father, do you think that in the Emperor's heart, I, the cousin, is more important, or is the Queen the Empress more important?"
Prince Hao was suddenly speechless. It turned out that the emperor doted on his wife too much, so there was nothing he could do about it.
It seemed that this hot potato could not be given away. He could only worryly tell his son:
"Tomorrow, you must exercise caution. You must treat courtiers with courtesy, and you must not show any arrogance, lest others take advantage of you. Do you remember this?"
Jun Zifeng sighed and spat out a few words from between his teeth:
"Yes, please keep this in mind, son."
The next day was the first New Year's Eve since the new emperor of Yunxiao Kingdom came to the throne.
The capital city became lively early in the morning.
Every household cooked paste and put a door god on the outside of the door to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters and protect the safety of the home.
Red Spring Festival couplets are pasted on both sides to express your wishes for the coming year.
When neighbors meet, they naturally exchange a few words and compliment each other on how well they write Spring Festival couplets.
The sun has not yet risen very high, and the capital city is already decorated with lights and colorful lights. It is bustling and lively.
Jun Zifeng, who was entrusted with an important task by Jun Lingyun, entered the palace early to pay tribute to Jun Lingyun and Chu Yunxi.
Only this time, it was more perfunctory than ever before.
His eyes were dull, and the corners of his mouth were slightly drooped. He looked emotional.
"Meet the Emperor, the Queen."
Jun Lingyun looked at his appearance and found that he was still as cold as ever.
"Are you going to use this face to host the royal New Year's Eve banquet?"
Jun Zifeng took a breath and forced out a weak smile, looking at the beating.
Chu Yunxi looked on amused. Who would have thought that Jun Lingyun, who kept strangers away from others in front of outsiders, and Jun Zifeng, who was as handsome as a young man, would have such a childish side in private.
Chu Yunxi looked at Xiaolian, who then delivered a small package to Jun Zifeng.
Jun Zifeng took it curiously, the reluctance on his face not dissipating yet.
He just raised his eyes and looked at Chu Yunxi and Jun Lingyun, wondering what kind of medicine they were selling in their gourds.
Chu Yunxi smiled and said:
"Your Majesty, why don't you open it and take a look? You have worked hard for a day. This is a thank you gift from Ling Yun and I."
As soon as he heard the word "thank you", Jun Zifeng knew that what he was holding must be something good.
I just don’t know if this square-sized package is worth such a big sacrifice for him?
Jun Zifeng opened a corner of the package. Is it a book?
What book is enough as a thank you gift?
With anticipation, he also opened the other three corners. When he saw the cool words on the book, his eyes lit up and he felt excited.
"Piano Score Essay" - Sikong Yu!
He hurriedly opened it and flipped through it. Among them were some piano scores that had never been published before.
"This is, this is..."
He was so excited that he stuttered a little. Chu Yunxi answered:
"This is the manuscript of my music score, Mr. Sikong."
Jun Zifeng asked with some uncertainty:
"Sister-in-law, you are not going to give me this manuscript of piano music, are you? Are you really willing to do it?"
Now, his eyes are still dull and weak. The corners of his mouth have long been turned up, and he is full of energy.
Chu Yunxi nodded seriously.
"A sword should be given to a hero, and a musical score should be given to a close friend. I am sure the prince will cherish it."
"That's natural. Thank you, cousin. My cousin is much more generous than my cousin."
Jun Zifeng blurted out as if he had found a treasure. But he did not notice the expression of a stingy man.