Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress

On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was a grand banquet in the palace. Envoys sent by vassal kings from all over the country came to the palace to congratulate them. Officials of the third rank and above in the court entered the palace on orders.

In the early morning, accompanied by the sound of ritual music, officials in formal attire and their wives entered Xuandemen one after another.

During the previous dynasty, the emperor paid great attention to enjoyment, and there were constant banquets in the palace. During the tribute year, there were singing and dancing, and there were endless feasts. Since Li Ling ascended the throne, he has changed his previous extravagant style and only set it on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month every year. Only in the palace will there be a big banquet for all the ministers.

After the salute, all the ministers gathered in front of the Jinluan Palace. After Li Ling, Jing Shu and the prince received congratulations from all the officials, the important ministers were led by the palace officials into the Qionghua Terrace where the banquet was held.

After the Chinese music, the banquet began, and all the officials congratulated the emperor and queen. For a while, the sound of mountain shouts resounded throughout the palace.

Li Ling has been on the throne for five years, and Jing Shu has already adapted to such a solemn scene. But when she was being kowtowed by the ministers, Li Ling's hand under the wide sleeves of his dragon robe was still holding her tightly, just like she was the first to do so during the ceremony. It was like this when we stood side by side with him on the top of the crowd and accepted the worship of the ministers.

Thinking back carefully, over the years, on every occasion like this, Li Ling would hold her hand calmly, as if he was afraid that she would be frightened.

After paying her respects, Jingshu glanced at her husband beside her. Naturally, she would not be rude in the spotlight. However, it was just a fleeting glance that was caught by Li Ling. He faced the important civil and military ministers with a calm and solemn expression, but The hand holding her tightened.

The banquet began, with rituals and music, singing and dancing. Different from the lavish banquets of the previous dynasties, now at this palace banquet, the emperor's majesty, the ministers were in awe, and every detail showed the orderliness of a dynasty.

 The world is prosperous and peaceful.

Now Pingyang, Xu Wanning and the third girl Li Jinyan of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion all have imperial titles, and the aunts and sisters are sitting next to each other.

The palace banquet lasted for a long time, and the banquet gradually became lively.

 Xie, who came to the palace banquet with Zhao Xuan, walked to Pingyang's side. She sat down and sighed.

"This is the first time I have seen this empress. The empress's grace is unparalleled." As she said that, she poked Pingyang and lowered her voice and said: "I said, why don't you accept this eldest cousin after he has been on the throne for so many years? In the harem, with such a beautiful wife like a fairy, what kind of woman can look at her?"

Pingyang smiled and replied: "Whether a man takes concubines or not has nothing to do with whether his wife is beautiful or not. You were also a famous beauty in Kyoto back then, so you didn't stop your elder brother from taking concubines."

Sister-in-law and sister-in-law have always been friendly, and they never hide their words. After hearing this, Mrs. Xie laughed and scolded Pingyang in a low voice, and then said: "Although this second cousin looks cold, he is really a kind person. , as an emperor, it is rare to be able to do this."

With that said, she whispered to Pingyang, biting her ears: "Isn't the ninth princess Qingluan sitting next to Jiangdong over there? She was still young when I left Beijing, and I can't recognize her now."

Pingyang followed Mrs. Xie's gaze and replied, "That is the cousin of the Nine Emperors. Last year, our old lady decided to marry her to Jiangdong."

Mrs. Xie sneered and replied: "I was sitting over there just now. Why did I see her staring at the Emperor and the Queen and quietly wiping tears from her eyes? I have long heard that she has a weird temper. This is really untrue. It's empty." Pingyang naturally knew the twists and turns here. She smiled awkwardly and said perfunctorily, "That's the kind of temperament you have." On one side, she saw Xu Wanning sitting next to her who was also looking at Qingluan. With a sneer on his lips and a look of disdain on his face, Pingyang felt helpless, then stretched out his hand to tug at the corner of Xu Wanning's clothes and called out, "Sister-in-law, what are you looking at?"

Xu Wanning turned around when she heard the sound and caught a glimpse of the outsider, Ms. Xie. She finally endured it, only scolded her coldly, and replied: "I didn't see anything." But she couldn't keep it in her heart because of her upright temperament. Then he whispered in Jin Yan's ear for a long time: "Look at the emperor's cousin, I thought I would be able to make more money after getting married, but I didn't expect that she would still look like that. Oh my, I'm really pitiful for Jiang Dong's big cousin." My brother, after marrying such a wife, I wonder if he will resent our government in his heart."

Qingluan has been staring at Li Ling and Jing Shu sitting on the throne of the empress since he sat down at the table. Little did he know that he had become a joke in the eyes of others.

Now that she is married to Murong Yi, she is not as obsessed with Li Ling as before. However, seeing that Li Ling and Jingshu have been married for so many years, as an emperor, he is still so gentle and careless towards his wife, which makes her feel sad. Very unhappy.

Somehow, ever since she learned about the past between her mother-in-law and General Zhou Yi, and when the Huns invaded and she was forced to have a marriage, but Zhou Yi came forward, Qingluan felt certain that she was Zhou Yi's flesh and blood.

Even though Li Ling is the son of Emperor Ming, she and Li Ling are not biological siblings.

Just imagine that she should have been the first to marry Li Ling. Since God could not allow her to do so, she was still content with marrying Murong Yi. However, Murong Yi could not forget his dead wife, and There were several concubines, not to mention that Li Ling couldn't protect her and dote on her as desperately as Li Ling did.

  In comparison, my husband is still very different from my sweetheart.

As he thought about it, Qingluan couldn't hold back his tears. Ever since he sat down at the table, the golden beans had been wet and wet.

She looked at the emperor and empress with tears in her eyes. Now she was half drunk. The banquet was no longer as reserved as it was at the beginning. Although Li Ling's face was still cold and solemn, his eyes that frequently looked at his wife beside him were full of tenderness. .

When Qingluan saw Li Ling personally pick up the dishes from a distance and place them in front of Jingshu, her painful heart could no longer bear it and she sobbed.

Although the voice was suppressed, Murong Yi, who was sitting next to her, could still hear it. Ever since he sat down at the table, he had seen Qingluan shed tears from time to time, but he had long been used to the appearance of this princess wife. She was just silent, which was harmless. Murong Yi only gave a few perfunctory words of coaxing and didn't take it to heart. Now that he saw his wife suddenly losing her composure, he finally caught his attention.

Murong Yi held the corner of Qingluan's clothes and whispered: "Okay, why are you always crying? If there is anything unhappy, we can talk about it when we get home later."

Unexpectedly, Qingluan ignored him at all and just muttered, "Why can't you be like him?"

 Like who?

Murong Yi followed Qingluan's gaze suspiciously, and his mind suddenly went blank.

 Is she comparing herself with the emperor? Why does she compare herself with the emperor?

Murong Yi thought about it and turned to look at his wife, who was looking at the emperor above him with longing eyes. His brows gradually furrowed.