Lose My Heart to the Lovely Kitten Princess

You can search for the latest chapters in Baidu for "A Miao Fei goes out to search for novels (www.soxscc.com)"!As soon as Concubine Su Gui's voice fell, the air was still for a moment.

Concubine Zhao glanced at the queen on the main seat, and she was pouring tea with her head down blankly.

Worthy of being a queen empress, so calm.

You must know that when the eldest prince died, it took many years for the empress to come out.

Cheng Xiaoxiao, who had been hiding behind the chair, heard her head and two big heads, but she probably knew that the one in the green palace dress on the right under the main seat was Zhao Guifei, while the bad woman sitting on the left was Concubine Su.

She raised her paw and scratched her head. She listened too much to intrigue, and bothered her brain.

Withdrawn!

Cheng Xiaoxiao was about to go to the pillar behind Chu Yunshen, but found that the seat of the minister of Chaozhong on the east side seemed to be divided into two factions arguing about something.

There is fun!

Go check it out!

She sprang from behind the chair to the pillar behind the seat on the east side, pricked her ears to listen.

"The leader of Su is serious. King Jing is still the prince anyway."

The man who was talking was a middle-aged man wearing a stone-blue patchwork coat. The patch coat on his chest was embroidered with a golden pheasant with gold thread and colored silk. Looking at the official uniform on his body, it should be a second-grade civil official.

The man he called the leader of Su was seventeen or eighteen years old, sitting on his right side, also wearing a stone cyan patch coat, except that the patch coat on his chest was embroidered with a lion.

Looks like this, it should be a second-grade military officer uniform.

This young man does not look big, but he is already a high-ranking official, which is really not to be underestimated.

"What kind of costume do you Master Song pretend to be. Don't assume that the commander doesn't know what you scholars are thinking. It's just that the commander just told you what you didn't dare to say! King Jing, he is a phoenix in despair, not a chicken.

Su Liang smirked, picked up the tea cup in front of the table, and drank the tea in one cup. "Nowadays, the dignified prince goes to some government institution to solve a case, and he is not afraid of making a joke!"

"Commander Su, you are drunk!" Song Lan, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, raised the water cup in his hand, stared at the tea in the cup, and reminded: "This official advises you to speak carefully.

This Su Liang!

Really young!

It doesn't depend on what occasion it is now.

How dare to come drunk.

And there is no such thing as a mouth, so I dare to say anything!

A fool is a fool!

King Jing was sitting opposite them, how dare he say so loudly that King Jing is not as good as a chicken?

But it's no wonder that he is so rampant, changing to someone else, he hasn't known how many heads he lost.

Who made him have an uncle Su Feiying who was a general protector of the country, and a good aunt Su Guifei who was the imperial concubine?

"Shen what the hell! Did I make a mistake? Didn't it just break a case? Is it worth such a big battle? Is it worth the celebration? The empress has to ask the saint again and again, let the Manchu civil and martial arts be a criminal for him My prince celebrates his merits! The uncle under his command has won a battle and he is now here!"

"The queen's empress is like a parent and child to all the princes. The situation is that King Jing has been fighting abroad for years and has repeatedly made military exploits. Now he has solved another strange case and let the real murderer himself. The people in Beijing praised King Jing for being fair and honest. How can it not be done? This celebration!"

"That's right! King Jing stayed on the frontier all the year round, and lost his mother in his early years. He has never been favored by the harem. The queen empress proposed to the Holy Master to hold a celebration banquet for King Jing. That is our empress who is very kind." Sinong Temple Qing Xiahou Xinghuo echoed Tao.

"What do you adults do around Commander Su! Commander Su just drank too much, and you have to take it seriously." Suddenly a third-rank military officer dressed in azurite-colored patchwork with a leopard embroidered on his chest supported him. Su Liang.

"Master Liu, you let me go, I'm not drunk."

Su Liang pushed away Liu Ce, the assistant of the Ministry of War, stood up and looked at the sour scholars who were praising the queen with their mouths shut and said: "Have you ever been to a battlefield? Have you ever seen a war? King Jing is ruthless, provoking the enemy country privately, and killing two. Have you forgotten all the evil deeds made by the country?"

"Don't quarrel."

Wang Chongzou, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, was present, standing between Su Liang and the ministers, and spoke out to persuade him to make peace: "Isn't it just a celebration party? Noisy. The key depends on who the saint likes!"

"Yeah, don't quarrel anymore." The official secretary, Zhan Taiye, walked behind Wang Chong, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, and nodded his head as he echoed closely: "Anyway, the sage dotes on King Qing, the eighth prince. King Jing, the four princes!"

"King Jing is not bad! He has made warfare at a young age and solved strange cases. He will definitely be able to help the sage in the future!"

Song Lan coldly retorted.

"Ah."

Su Liang sneered, lying on the table pretending to be drunk, and the quarrel between Wang Chong and Song Lan heard in his ears.

A light flashed in his lowered eyes.

These two old things finally couldn't help it.

I think they are all students of Zhao Guifei's father, Diange University Scholar Zhao.

These two naturally support the Eighth Prince.

What he had just deliberately angered those who supported the queen was to make them say something to praise King Jing.

The aunt asked him to stir the pool of water as much as possible.

I wonder if this auntie is still satisfied with this pool?

Cheng Xiaoxiao looked behind the pillar for a long time, and he could see a little way.

Among the courtiers in front of him were those who supported the seventh prince raised by the queen, some who supported the eighth prince, son of Concubine Zhao, and those who supported Chu Hongyi.

However, Cheng Xiaoxiao glanced at the Su commander who was lying on the table.

Obviously he was the one who led the fight, but now he is sleeping like an okay person.

Whether he is really drunk or fake, Cheng Xiaoxiao, who has watched many Gongdou dramas from modern times, feels like Mingjing.

There are also some ministers who just sit in their seats and drink tea from start to finish without saying a word.

For example, the supervisory envoy Di Yangze, the staff minister Gu Ruoshan, and several ministers who looked like high status, all just sat calmly in front of their seats drinking tea.

As if everything happened here, they hadn't seen it.

Just as the two powers were arguing over the hall, a shrill voice pierced the sky above the hall: "Come on to the holy." Sanjiu Chinese website www.999zw.net

There was no sound in the hall.

Cheng Xiaoxiao shrank and poked a small head from behind the pillar.

I saw a middle-aged man appeared at the gate of the temple.

The man wears a bright yellow dragon robe, engraved like a jade, his perfect eyebrow shape is more in line with his heroism, his thin lips are tight, his brows are frowning, as if he is annoyed by something, but this frowning appearance is even more impressive. Awe was born in my heart.

When the emperor walked into the main hall, the minister of Chaozhong on the east side, the prince and princess on the west side, and the queen and noble concubines on the main seat simultaneously saluted him:

"For ministers, see the Holy One!"

"My sons and ministers knocked on my father!"

"The concubine has seen the saint!"

Chu Hongzhen faces north and south, sitting on the dragon chair, and the queen sits side by side with him.

Chu Yunshen looked at the courtiers and the prince princess and said, "All are flat."

"Sheng Xie!"

"Thank you, Father!"

Everyone knelt down to thank you.

Chu Hongzhen looked at Concubine Su Gui at the bottom left and said worriedly: "Isn't Ai Concubine feeling unwell today? You should have a good rest in the palace."

Chu Hongzhen's face was full of worry.

"Master Xie is concerned, the concubine is fine."

Concubine Su Gui stood up from her seat and blessed Chu Hongzhen and said, "And the palace hasn't been so lively for a long time. The concubines also want to be lively."

"Sit down."

Chu Hongzhen raised his hand and motioned to Concubine Su Gui not to be polite.

Then he glanced at Chu Yunshen who was sitting in the third seat, and waved to Yuan Qing behind him.

Yuan Qing immediately stepped forward and attached to Chu Hongzhen. When Chu Hongzhen finished speaking, he straightened his waist, tilted his head, and said with a sharp throat: "Because King Jing has done a good job in solving the case, I will give you a reward for a century-old sweet-scented osmanthus drunk. altar."

After speaking, a little eunuch came out from the back of the temple with an altar of Satan wrapped in golden silk brocade, stepped in front of Chu Yunshen, bent over and placed Satan on Chu Yunshen's table.

"My son, thank my father for the reward!"

Chu Yunshen came out from behind the table, stepped under the dragon chair, and bowed down to Chu Hongzhen.

"Get up."

Chu Hongzhen raised his hand expressionlessly, and cast a cold glance at Chu Yunshen who was kneeling below.

Then he turned his head to look at the minister on the east side and said, "Today is a celebration banquet for King Jing. You don't have to be courteous."

The ministers all got up again and stood on the open space next to the seats, raised both arms, bowed to Chu Hongzhen and said, "Thank you, holy!"

"King Jing has set an example for all the princes, and hope that all the princes will learn from King Jing a lot in the future." The corner of the queen's mouth twitched slightly and said gently to the prince to the west.

"Yes, mother queen."

The princes all got up and made a bow to the queen.

"The concubine thinks that all the princes of the family should also learn more from King Jing." Concubine Su Gui added with a smile.

Since the queen wanted to hold King Jing, she would hold King Jing even higher.

"Yes, the noble concubine!"

The ministers all responded.

Although Chu Hongzhen was unhappy, because the ministers were present, the royal face was the most important thing, so he didn't send it out, but waved his hand at Yuanqing.

"Have a feast."

With a shrill voice fell.

On the case, the famous wine is hot, the waxed flavor is wild, the corner of the temple is long, and the breeze is blowing.

Chu Hongyi drank the sprinkle in his hand and looked at the jar of century-old wine on Chu Yunshen's table.

Just as everyone was pushing the cups to change, Chu Jingshao suddenly walked from behind the table to the center of the hall, and then bowed to Chu Hongzhen: "Father, my son today specially brought sunset glow to the banquet. He also asked his father for permission. ."

"Ok."

Chu Hongzhen drank his wine and nodded to Chu Jingshuo.

Chu Jingshuo returned to his seat, then stretched out his hand and clapped his hands behind him.

Slap.

A tall and light woman walked in from outside the hall.

She was dressed in a light white gauze, with her fragrant shoulders lightly exposed, and her snow-like skin matched the white gauze.

The exposed white jade neck is clean and white without any jewelry.

The faintly graceful figure, the long flowing ink hair, was picked up at will by the elegant silver hairpin.

The corner of his mouth smiled elegantly, without a trace of rouge on his face.

His eyes are like water, but with a touch of coldness.

The ten fingers are slender, and the skin is like fat, with pink in the snow white.

The waist is slender and the limbs are long.

With joy and dancing, the woman also rose.

The whole Qimengyuan was silent.

Her broad sleeves danced like sprinkling clouds, the blue silk on her head danced with the wind, her waist was soft as a willow, and she gradually fell backwards.

The peach blossoms in bloom in the bottle were worn by the dancing cuffs, and it was agitated like a rain of peach blossoms.