As usual, the Spring Festival in Yingdu is particularly lively. Children in the city are setting off firecrackers in groups, and there are "cracking" sounds one after another.
Huan Ci sat in front of the window, holding a letter from his father in his hand, but his face was filled with sadness.
Although the reinforcements have gone, the battle is not over yet. My father has just suffered a defeat and is now retreating to Yanmen Pass.
There has been no progress in Kihara's case. Zongzheng Toru came twice, but he only reassured her and did not bring any useful news.
I wonder if my father and the others can have the New Year’s Eve dinner? The conditions at Yanmen Pass are difficult. My father is old, how can he endure it?
Huan Ci sighed and put the letter in his hand on the desk.
"It's a big festival, girl, please be happy." Ayao brought some clothes to help her dress up, and murmured, "At least the prince has sent a new person over, so we can feel more relaxed. We have to go there today.
When we go to a banquet in the palace, if the girl’s sad face is noticed by others, it will lead to a lot of gossip.”
Huan Ci felt even more depressed when he mentioned this matter.
I don't know what kind of wind Zong Zhengche had, calling her over to have New Year's Eve dinner with the palace people, especially at this time, it was really unpredictable.
But this is a good opportunity to contact Li Qi.
Huan Ci jumped off the couch and picked out a plain-colored piece of clothing from a pile of clothes.
She was not in the mood to celebrate the Spring Festival.
After struggling for a long time, Huan Ci finally entered the palace in time for Shen Chu.
The palace banquet was held in Lingwu Hall, and it was said that it was just a family banquet in the palace.
Huan Ci had some resistance to this place. After all, he would suffer a lot every time he went here.
Zong Zhengyuan hadn't arrived yet, and now only a few women in gorgeous clothes showed up. Huan Ci walked in swaggering, but his expression soon changed.
Why is this thing here?
Seeing Fu Shen sitting in the banquet, her expression instantly became much more serious.
Although she was not considered a member of the royal family, her father at least had a royal title and was personally conferred by Emperor Taizong. She had a reason to attend the palace banquet, and Fu Shen was also called, which was really weird.
"Is this Princess Ding'an?"
The group of idle women in fine clothes suddenly pounced on him like hungry wolves and dragged Huan Ci, who was in a daze, to the banquet.
In the peripheral vision, Huan Ci noticed that Fu Shen glanced this way, but someone soon blocked her sight.
Zong Zhengyuan's arrival successfully silenced the noisy hall, and everyone quickly took their seats.
Huan Ci sat behind the second desk in the front row on the left. This seat was closer to Zong Zhengyuan, which made her very depressed.
but--
Directly opposite her sat a young man with red lips and white teeth, who was very pleasing to the eye. Huan Ci secretly looked at him several times. It was not until he stood up to propose a toast to Zong Zhengyuan that she learned that this man was the eldest prince Zong Zhenglu.
"Today is New Year's Eve, the day for family reunion." Zong Zhengyuan's voice like a bell interrupted the laughter of a certain palace concubine.
What a disappointment!
Huan Ci put the wine glass on the table and followed everyone to look at the man above him.
"Prince!"
He raised his wine glass and gestured to Zong Zhengte.
Zong Zhengche stood up immediately, picked up the wine glass and nodded respectfully.
"I am busy with government affairs all day long, and I always neglect you. I can't help the late emperor!"
As he said this, Zong Zhengyuan actually wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
Huan Ci pursed his lips, showing disdain for him.
Hypocrisy! Maybe there is something bad that you are holding back?
"My uncle is serious. You care about the people and are diligent in government affairs, which is a blessing to the people. My father has a spirit in heaven. Seeing that Da Rong is so prosperous, he will definitely let his nephew honor you."
I didn't expect this man to be so good at flattery.
Huan Ci threw a peanut into his mouth and watched with cold eyes as the two sang together.
"Huan Ci!"
"Ahem——"
Hearing his name unexpectedly, Huan Ci almost choked on the peanuts and coughed until his face turned red.
A certain palace concubine beside her hurriedly helped her move her back, and even lifted her up.
"His Majesty!"
Huan Ci raised his glass to him, wondering what he was planning to fart.
"What do you think of my nephew?"
What is how and what is not?
Huan Ci had even more doubts in his heart and followed his words: "Your Highness is outstanding, wise and courageous, talented and knowledgeable, and transcends the ordinary world. He is a man of great honor in me."
"Haha!" Zong Zhengyuan laughed heartily, "In that case, how about you become his wife?"
Huan Ci was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.
This man chose to marry his father when he was defeated in the war. It was probably intentional.
She turned her head and looked at Zong Zhengche, not knowing how to answer this.
"You kid, you are so happy that you are so happy. Why don't you thank the Lord for your kindness?" The kind-hearted concubine stretched out her kind hand again, pressed Huan Ci and knelt down on the ground.
"My nephew thanked my uncle." Zong Zhengche spoke first.
Huan Ci opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. At present, marrying Zong Zhengche is a good choice, and it is not a bad thing.
"Thank you Lord for your grace."
She kowtowed to Zong Zhengyuan.
"Hahaha!" Zong Zhengyuan stroked his beard and smiled, "From now on, our Zongzheng family has one more person. I will send someone to repair a copy of the book and send it to Yanmen Pass quickly. Your father knows it.
, you will definitely be happy.”
"My daughter thanks Your Majesty on behalf of my father." Huan Ci smiled with his lips raised.
If her father knew that her marriage was decided by Zong Zhengyuan, it would be abnormal for him to push her away in anger.
"Hurry up and take a seat! We are a family behind you. Don't kneel down at all times." Zong Zhengyuan said with a smile.
Huan Ci smiled at him and was quickly dragged back by the concubines.
People around her raised glasses to congratulate her, and Huan Ci responded one by one.
The music was loud, the birds were noisy and the doves were gathering, and she drank one glass of wine after another, which soon made her drunk.
Huan Ci held his head with one hand and looked at the dancer, staring directly at Huan Ci behind Zong Zhenglu.
But why didn't that person look at her? He would look at Zong Zhengyuan, Zong Zhengche, and even talk to those young princesses, but he never glanced in her direction.
Huh! It's okay, she has more important things to do.
Huan Ci picked up the wine flask again and poured a full glass of wine.
"Girl, you are drunk."
Ayao took the wine bottle from her hand and whispered in her ear.
Huan Ci grinned: "If you are not drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk."
"You kid, are you stupidly happy?" Some palace concubine pushed her beside her.
"Wei Liao, is there any progress in Han Xi's matter?"
Zong Zhengyuan's bell-like voice sounded again.
Han Xi? What happened to him?
Huan Ci suddenly woke up a lot and stared at Zong Zhengyuan curiously.
"Your Majesty, it's such a big holiday, are you interfering with political affairs again?"
The queen looked at Wei Liao with disgust.
"Back to Your Majesty, he was taken into custody yesterday and will be handed over to the three departments for trial after the festival." Wei Liao replied despite the pressure.
Trial by the three divisions? What did Han Xi commit? Why is there no movement in the capital about such a big thing?
Huan Ci frowned even more. I wonder if this matter has anything to do with Kihara's case?
"In this case, the house he lives in happens to be vacant. Che'er, please arrange for Princess Ding'an to move in as soon as possible. After all, she has to live in the capital permanently, and she cannot stay at the inn all the time." Zong Zhengyuan said solemnly.
Han Xi’s house? She doesn’t even know where it is?
