Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 783: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

During the Lantern Festival, the lights are as bright as day.

According to ancestral rules, the emperor must host a banquet for his ministers and their families tonight, and concubines in the harem must not be absent.

——That’s how it should be.

However, Imperial Concubine Xuan of Zhuoying Palace had submitted a letter claiming illness long ago, and Imperial Concubine Heng could have declined because of rumors that she was a "witch concubine" and she had just been assassinated a few days ago.

But Song Yuesheng was still "invited" to the banquet.

If we talk about the reason, it was all because Wen Jibai's personality emerged during the day, nagging and pestering her, making her temples throbbing. Song Yuesheng had no choice but to agree. But at night, that personality returned to Wen Yu's body to dominate.

"Shengsheng, you're still thinking about him."

Wen Yu took her hand and put her fingertips to his lips in front of everyone.

Song Yuesheng maintained a proper smile on his face, but his lips moved slightly: "Your Majesty, in front of everyone, it is not the behavior of a wise ruler to behave like this."

She scratched his palm with her fingertips. "Besides, I just think this banquet is really boring."

If I were in the real world, at least I could move around and chat with different people.

But now being trapped in this small space is really a torture.

To make matters worse, she had to find a way to get out of this quickly.

Wen Yu chuckled, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.

"Since you don't care about the rumors about the concubine," he said, his voice slightly hoarse from drinking, "why should I care about the reputation of being a wise ruler?"

The fingertips holding Song Yuesheng's wrist suddenly tightened, pulling her towards him.

"Shengsheng, even if it takes thousands of years, I will write in history books that your name will be closely linked with mine."

Song Yuesheng resisted the urge to pull his hand back, and caught a glimpse of the gloomy faces of several old ministers below him.

She leaned towards Wen Yu's shoulder, picked up the wine pot and poured a cup of fine wine, tapping her fingertips lightly on the rim of the cup: "Then I wish you... get what you want."

The wine went down my throat with a slight burning sensation.

After three rounds, Song Yuesheng pretended to be drunk. His jade-like cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, and his fingertips holding the cup trembled slightly on purpose. Half of the cup of wine spilled on her pomegranate skirt, leaving dark marks on the crimson fabric.

"Wen Yu..."

Song Yuesheng leaned softly on his shoulder, the corners of her eyes were stained with drunken red, and her voice was vague and a bit coquettish, "Don't move... Let me lean on you for a while..."

Wen Yu's Adam's apple rolled and he forced himself to look away.

He turned to the pillow book waiting beside him and said in a deep voice: "Send the concubine back to the palace and make a bowl of sobering soup."

After a pause, he added, "Watch her from now on and don't let her touch a drop of alcohol."

Zhenshu nodded his head, and caught a glimpse of his wife hiding in her sleeve, quietly pinching his fingers to keep him awake, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

——If she didn’t say that the queen couldn’t get drunk after three cups of wine, it shouldn’t be considered deceiving the king, right?

After leaving the banquet, the night wind blew, and the haze in Song Yuesheng's eyes suddenly dissipated.

She rubbed her palms which were red from being pinched by herself and stopped at the corner.

"Your Majesty." Zhiqi flashed out from behind the rockery, and said in a very low voice, "Noble Concubine Xuan has been in Zhuoying Palace and has not shown up."

"Okay." Song Yuesheng straightened his slightly messy sleeves, "Zhenshu and I will go openly, and you will support us in the dark."

"The servant understands."

The chess player bowed and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The night wind blew the corners of her light blue clothes, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhuoying Palace.

He Yingxue sat upright in the main seat, but her eyes were slightly dark blue.

Her slender fingers were tightly clenching the handkerchief, her knuckles had turned white, and she was not as calm as she usually was.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

Got it right?

Two He Yingxue fighting in this body?

"Aren't you supposed to accompany Wen Yu to the banquet? What do you want from me?" He Yingxue asked, her voice revealing the fatigue and irritability that she couldn't conceal.

Song Yuesheng looked around meaningfully: "It's about Sister He's...secret, so many people..."

She deliberately dragged out the ending sound.

He Yingxue raised her head abruptly and raised her hand hastily: "Everyone, step back!"

Han Su led the palace servants to bow and leave. Before leaving, she looked back frequently. Seeing that Song Yuesheng had no intention of keeping her, she bit her lip and immediately grabbed Zhenshu after leaving: "I'm going to make tea for the two ladies. You follow me."

The purpose of Zhenshu following here was to delay Hansu.

Being called away at this moment just fulfilled her wish.

Turning around the corridor, Han Su finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked in a low voice, "Didn't Concubine Heng ask me to do something for her? Why hasn't she asked you to come to me yet?"

Zhenshu adjusted his sleeves slowly, his tone so calm it almost seemed indifferent.

"Of course, the queen thought that it would be bad to entrust it to you." She raised her eyes and gave Han Su a meaningful look, "That's why she didn't give you any instructions."

Han Su was anxious: "Then... Concubine Heng promised before..."

Zhenshu: "Although I don't know what the Queen said to you, it will be of no benefit if you don't complete what the Queen ordered you to do. Besides, didn't the Queen give you a purse of silver last time?"

the other side.

Because there were only two people in the room, He Yingxue took off her dignified mask and tapped the table with her fingertips irritably: "I know what you want to say."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. "Yan Wujiu and I are truly in love. I will not compete with you for Wen Yu, so why are you forcing me?"

The celadon teacup turned around in Song Yuesheng's hand, and the warm tea reflected her smiling eyes.

"That's not what I wanted to say."

Covering her face with her wide sleeves, she flicked her fingertips and a pinch of colorless and odorless powder quietly fell into the tea.

The tea soup began to ripple slightly, then quickly returned to calm.

"Sister, please have some tea." Song Yuesheng pushed the teacup over, and the bluish-white glazed bottom of the cup made a slight sound on the sandalwood table.

He Yingxue was completely unaware of this. Instead, she was secretly proud of the other party's behavior - the favorite concubine actually poured tea for her personally, it seemed that she was extremely afraid of her.

After all, we have the support of the Queen Mother!

She took a sip reservedly, raised her eyebrows and asked, "So what exactly do you want to say?"

"Sister and Commander Yan are very happy." Song Yuesheng lowered his voice, "Do you want to leave this cage-like palace?"

The teacup trembled violently in He Yingxue's hand.

"With your majesty's love for me, if I ask..." Song Yuesheng stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, "you can leave the palace safely and go to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, or the grasslands outside the Great Wall, and become a pair of immortal lovers."

He Yingxue's pupils shrank slightly. This was completely beyond her expectations.

——Shouldn’t he threaten or intimidate her, or report her to Wen Yu?

Song Yuesheng is so frustrated as the female lead!

"There are many spies in the palace." Song Yuesheng said with a sigh, "We can hide it from the world today, but we may end up... as a pair of desperate lovers in the future."

"I……"

He Yingxue's red lips trembled slightly, and her nails, dyed with red nail polish, unconsciously scratched the winding branch pattern on the cup.

"Could it be that my sister is reluctant to leave the wealth in the palace?" Song Yuesheng chuckled, "With the wealth of the He family, it is enough for you to live a luxurious life. If you leave, as a token of my gratitude for helping you in your time of need, I will prepare a generous gift for you..."

He Yingxue was about to speak when she suddenly felt dizzy.

The smiling face of Song Yuesheng in front of him gradually blurred. The teacup slipped from his fingers and rolled half a circle on the carpet.

"The tea just now..."

Before she finished her words, He Yingxue fell limply onto the table.