Chapter 391

The Prince of Wu led the most elite Tiger Cavalry Guard of the Great Zhou border army "Fuhu Legion," and the soldiers were one in a hundred, and they were all young men selected from the Imperial Capital!

This crushing defeat can be called a disastrous defeat!

The border army commander Li Congfeng vomited three liters of blood on the spot.

However, the news was sent back this morning.

His Highness the Prince of Wu had arrived at the Imperial Capital three days ago, which shows that after the defeat, he rushed back without stopping, without staying for half a moment!

This... inevitably gives people an image of being irresponsible and willing to be a deserter!

For a time, the streets and alleys of the Imperial Capital were filled with plain white mourning clothes.

And His Highness the Prince of Wu dived into the Imperial Palace and didn't show his head!

The ministers of various ministries and departments of Great Zhou were sad, and the impeachment memorials rushed to the Pingzhang Terrace, more than the memorials impeaching Princess Taiping and the prospective Prince Consort a few days ago!

Imperial Palace.

Qinzheng Palace, Yangshen Hall.

Outside the Emperor's bead curtain, an old man with white hair and a tiger's back and a bear's waist sat cross-legged, watching his nose and heart, as if he were asleep.

There was no sound inside the bead curtain.

Not far away sat the black-robed old man Feilian, in a state of contemplation.

The atmosphere was dull.

After a while, the voice inside the bead curtain spoke first: "What do the Prince of Qin, the Eldest Princess, and the others want to do?"

The old man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist opened his eyes, bowed slightly and said: "This minister, doesn't know!"

"The Prime Minister doesn't know?" said the voice inside the bead curtain.

The old man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist nodded: "The family affairs of Your Majesty, this old minister doesn't know!"

The voice inside the bead curtain said leisurely: "Are the civil and military officials managed by the Prime Minister who governs the officials of the world, or are they someone else's spear?"

"This old minister has the responsibility of governing the officials for Your Majesty, but the impeachment by the officials is not false, this old minister... can only suppress it temporarily!" said the Prime Minister.

Silence inside the bead curtain.

The Prime Minister said again: "Perhaps when the second piece of news comes back, it will be better!"

"Understood."

The voice inside the bead curtain was a bit tired.

The impeachment memorials of the ministers like snowflakes did not receive any response, and His Majesty the Emperor and the Prime Minister collectively remained silent.

Many ministers cried and wailed, pinning all their hopes on the Heavenly Queen in Ziluan Palace, and even upright ministers kowtowed from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top.

Originally, everyone thought that the Heavenly Queen's birthday was approaching, and encountering such a depressing thing, she would definitely be furious.

However, Ziluan Palace also remained silent.

That upright minister was pulled back by a bullock cart by the palace maids.

On the fourth day, news came from the border again.

In the "Battle of Mogan Snow Lake" between Great Zhou and Great Qin, His Highness the Prince of Wu was actually not ambushed, but an encounter battle.

Opposite was the Fourth Prince of Great Qin, Ying Zhicheng.

Both sides had one hundred thousand against one hundred thousand.

Both were the elite of the elite.

As a result, the Prince of Wu was almost wiped out, and the other side only had more than ten thousand people left!

In other words, the two great empires' twenty thousand elites were defeated at the shore of the Snow Lake, and neither side got any benefit!

This news made it easy for people to accept!

However, the previous news seemed a bit weird, clearly someone deliberately framed the Prince of Wu!

The ministers who originally impeached the Prince of Wu collectively remained silent. After all, this thing was obviously mixed with conspiracy!

Heng Xian had no intention of paying attention to those things in the court. In the past two days, he sorted out the return gifts from those noble young masters and found that they were unexpectedly rich.

All kinds of spirit medicines, spirit stones, materials, fabrics, and even spirit beasts were everywhere. Adding them up, it was actually more than the income of all families in Donglan City for ten years!

Of course, the most were the small books of people fighting without clothes, a full three large carts, more than forty thousand volumes, making people blush and their bodies hot.

The feeling these "hammer" young masters gave him was—

"Who are you following? Big brother, you take the gifts, and if it's not enough, just say so!"

"It's really inhuman!"

Heng Xian couldn't help but sigh.

In the past few days, Ji Yaoyue would also bring things back from the palace. It felt like she was about to empty the things in Consort De Niangniang's palace. Anyway, whatever was delicious and fun, she sent to Heng Xian immediately.

It shocked Mulan and the female officials!

The lights were on, and the Imperial Capital was bright.

Mulan was inexplicably dressed very appropriately and beautifully, and even rarely sprinkled gardenia fragrance powder on her body.

When she came to see Heng Xian, there was still a smile on her face, and she saluted slightly: "Young Master Heng, you are at home by yourself, this subordinate is going!"

"Date?" Heng Xian held a book, watching intently.

Mulan's expression stalled, and she said: "Tonight is the Huating Lake Poetry Meeting!"

"Huating Lake Poetry Meeting?" Heng Xian was curious.

Mulan let out a breath: "The annual Huating Lake Poetry Meeting, founded by the first generation of old masters of the Imperial Academy and the Sheji Academy, is set on the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month every year, which is today!

At that time, high-achieving students from Sheji Academy and the Imperial Academy, young masters of princes and nobles of the Imperial Capital, princesses, princes, and even the families of the Prince of Qin, the Eldest Princess, and the six ministries and nine ministers, anyone with status will go!

Not only is there a poetry meeting, but there are also countless flower boats and lantern boats, rare famous courtesans will also go, and there is countless delicious food!

Unfortunately, you arrived a few days late, and there is no invitation for you!"

Just as she finished speaking, a group of servants hurried over from outside and sent a large stack of invitations.

They were all invitations from Xu Youzhi, Wu Sitian, and others for Heng Xian to go together.

Mulan opened her mouth: "Forgot you have so many powerful little brothers!"

Heng Xian shook his head: "Boring, not interested!"

"Boring?? You..." Mulan's eyes widened.

Just then, a female official from the palace hurried over, bowed and saluted: "Young Master Heng, the Princess asked me to invite you to the Huating Lake for the meeting!"

Mulan said happily: "Did the Princess go too?"

The female official nodded: "The Princess is also on the invitation list of the two major academies. She was going to come back to pick up Young Master Heng, but the Niangniang didn't allow it, and Mother Su was inseparable!"

Mulan clicked her tongue and looked at Heng Xian: "Young Master, if you want to go, go with me, this subordinate will lead the way for you!"

Heng Xian thought for a moment. He had already imagined the scene. It would be too troublesome to salute this one and greet that one. It would be better to have fun at home, so he waved his hand: "Don't really want to go! Not going! Tell the Princess, I'm asleep!"

The female official saluted again and left.

Mulan didn't insist, saluted, and followed hurriedly.

Until the two walked far away, the book cover with "Book of Songs" printed on Heng Xian's hand fell off, revealing another line of large characters "Bald Monk and Eighteen Female Bodhisattvas."

The content was suffocating.

Heng Xian swore that he was just purely curious, but the more he looked, the more addicted he became. It turned out that these "ancient people" played even more happily than the old iron brothers of his previous life, simply unimaginable!

At this time, he threw the book away, felt bored, simply changed his clothes, and walked out of the Princess's Mansion leisurely.

He had been out of the Princess's Mansion once in the past few days, and it was during the day. As a result, he saw funerals everywhere, and he came back without walking far.

Now that he went out at night, he was surprised to find that the Great Zhou Imperial Capital at night was beautiful enough to be intoxicating.

Everywhere was decorated with lanterns, the lights were dim, the streets were noisy, small vendors, juggling, wine shops, and brothels were actually more than during the day!

There were even men and women with blond hair and blue eyes, long noses and long tails, from who knows where, chattering and laughing.

The nightlife of the Great Zhou people was so colorful!

Heng Xian walked and watched. On the road, except for some noble carriages heading in one direction, presumably to participate in the "Huating Lake Poetry Meeting," the crowd was still crowded and very lively.

Walking and stopping like this, he unknowingly arrived at a tall pavilion by the river in the heart of the city. He saw "Zuixin Pavilion" written on the plaque at the gate. Just from the appearance, he couldn't tell if it was a restaurant or some private club.

But there was a couplet at the gate: Talking and laughing with great scholars, coming and going without commoners!

Damn!

Heng Xian was shocked. Have these poems already been shared? What a restaurant!

He lifted his foot and walked in.

Just as he entered the gate, he saw a middle-aged woman welcoming him: "You've come, sir!"

Heng Xian's expression stalled.

(End of chapter)