The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

There was no other place in the palace, the husband and wife separated after a few words.

Shen Yijia returned to Changchun Palace with Yuan Yuwan and Xiao Ruoshui. Along the way, Xiao Ruoshui regretted that Shen Yijia had beaten someone too lightly, and he was not so gentle when he cleaned her up.

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes, who would have thought that Xuanyuan Ye would pass out so casually without being beaten, and she regretted it a little bit.

According to the beauty Xianggong, the person who wanted her life should be the one who was hiding in the dark to protect Xuanyuan Ye. At that time, she wanted to throw him off the ring, but the other party thought she was going to kill Xuanyuan Ye, so he suddenly intervened. .

Even if he dared to take action in the arena, it might not be easy to take care of Xuanyuan Ye in private, at least he had to deal with the person who protected her first.

However, looking at Uncle Beauty's face, as long as Xuanyuan Ye is no longer interested in her people, she will not treat her any more.

Who made her a big-hearted person!

After Xiao Ruoshui finished talking about Xuanyuan Ye, he turned the topic to Xiao Qirui again. Yuan Yuwan, who used to cooperate with her from time to time to say the last two sentences, was completely silent.

So Xiao Ruoshui was the only one left chatting non-stop, and it was not until she entered Changchun Palace that she finally fell silent.

Shen Yijia and Yuan Yuwan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and they didn't know where Xiao Ruoshui had said so much. Maybe it wasn't a sparrow.

In Changchun Palace, there were a lot more people than when they left, and everyone was sitting or standing around and talking in a low voice with acquaintances.

And beside Liu Guifei, in addition to the women with official orders, there were also several more concubines in various palace costumes.

Presumably those present are the three thousand women in the emperor's harem who are eligible to participate in the birthday banquet.

Shen Yijia knew that her identity was not enough, so she didn't plan to move up, so she found an inconspicuous place to stand behind a group of noble ladies.

Then a very strange scene happened. With the four of them as the center, a large open space was suddenly vacated around them. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Shen Yijia suspected that these people would be scattered in an instant.

Shen Yijia: No, what kind of beast is she?

"These people are like this. If you lose, you will say that you have lost Da Xia's face. If you win, you will feel that you are too fierce. I think they are envious and jealous. Don't pay attention to them." Xiao Ruoshui said angrily.

Yuan Yuwan was also worried that Shen Yijia would feel uncomfortable because of being isolated, so she comforted her.

Shen Yijia shook her head: "I think this is good."

It's good to be afraid of her. In the future, no one will dare to snatch a man from her in the capital. The beautiful lady is so good, it's quite troublesome to clean up one by one.

Yuan Yuwan and Xiao Ruoshui looked at each other, and inexplicably understood her words.

After waiting for another cup of tea, a small servant hurried in, reminding Concubine Liu Gui that the auspicious time had arrived.

Only then did Concubine Liu Gui Shi Shi Ran get up and lead the crowd towards the Hall of Preserving Harmony. The lord of the harem was full of style.

At the beginning of the day, a banquet was already set up in the Hall of Preserving Harmony.

The palace people filed in with everyone, and the seats were arranged according to everyone's official positions, and Shen Yijia naturally sat beside Song Jingchen.

The Yuan family's seat just happened to be next to them, but the Xiao family was different, Xiao Ruoshui had to follow the palace servants to the front unwillingly.

When she left, she glanced at the two of them resentfully, as if they had done something to her.

Shen Yijia and Yuan Yuwan: ...

After everyone was settled, the emperor wearing a yellow dragon robe walked in from outside the palace with a shrill sound of "the emperor is coming", sat down on the high dragon table, and accepted the kneeling and worship of everyone.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

"I wish the emperor a blessing like the East China Sea, a long life without bounds, and a long life equal to the sky!"

The loud and loud voice resounded uniformly in the hall.

Among the group of people on their knees, the foreign envoy who only slightly arched his body was particularly striking, not to mention Xuanyuan Ce who had never even stood up.

Although Xuanyuan Ce did not ask about the state affairs when he was in the Xuanyuan Kingdom, he still had the title of the king side by side on his body, and now he represented the existence of the monarch of the Xuanyuan Kingdom. Naturally, he did not need to bow his knees when he saw the Great Xia Emperor.

The emperor's gaze stopped on Xuanyuan Ce, his eyes deepened, and an inexplicable ambition aroused in his heart that he wanted everyone to bow down to him.

Seeing that the emperor was silent, Eunuch Li cleared his throat to remind him.

The emperor came back to his senses, pulled out a smile, and shouted after saying some polite words.

The crowd bowed again in thanks.

Next, the birthday banquet officially started in an orderly manner under the auspices of officials from the Ministry of Rites.

First, the maids in palace costumes brought various dishes to the table in front of each guest. At the same time, the musicians arranged earlier began to play music, and each graceful dancer entered the room.

After a few entertaining shows, the palace maids took down the banquet and set up a wine meal again.

Starting with several princes, all the ministers presented birthday gifts to the emperor in turn.

There are many kinds of birthday gifts, but they can't escape the four words of rare and precious treasures. Shen Yijia was dazzled from the beginning to the numbness in the back.

With so many things to receive on a birthday, it's no wonder that everyone wants to be emperor.

It took more than an hour for this gift alone to finally get their turn. Song Jingchen took Shen Yijia's hand and walked out of the seat.

They were the first couple to present gifts together, and they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Shen Yijia watched her nose and her heart, and knelt down with Song Jingchen.

"The minister and his son-in-law wish the emperor good health."

Everyone thought that with Song Jingchen's talent, he would definitely be able to say a splendid birthday speech.

When the chamberlain read out the gift from Song Jingchen, everyone was even more dumbfounded.

What is the first volume of The Analects? Are you Song Jingchen so poor that you can't even give away a complete copy of the Analects?

And what about sending the emperor "The Analects of Confucius", insinuating that he is not a benevolent ruler? Should we learn more from the ancients the way of "benevolence"?

The smile at the corner of the emperor's mouth froze and stiffened, and it was almost impossible to maintain it in the back.

The thin booklet was brought to him on a tray, and the emperor squinted for a while, determined that it was really just an ordinary booklet, and the workmanship was extremely rudimentary, so he believed that he had heard it right.

He is the emperor, and he has never seen any treasures. Those rare treasures are nothing to him, but what gifts are given can show a courtier's respect for him.

He looked at the husband and wife who were kneeling in the center with heavy eyes, and said solemnly, "What special meaning does this gift have?"

Knowing that he would ask, Song Jingchen said neither humble nor arrogant: "This booklet was not copied, but printed."

"print?"

Everyone present, including the emperor, was stunned.

Song Jingchen nodded and slowly introduced the technique of movable type printing.

With his explanation, everyone was in an uproar. Once this method was introduced, the price of books would definitely drop in the future, and many students who could not afford books because of the high price of books would have books to read.

This has to change the fate of so many students.

However, after the emperor was surprised, his face was completely darkened. This innovation can indeed bring many benefits.

But……

He looked at the foreign envoy who was having a heated discussion, and his throat couldn't keep up.

Why did he ask more questions just now? Is it okay to ask after the fact? Song Jingchen didn't say anything at first!

No, why didn't Song Jingchen tell him privately?

If you tell him privately, he can use this movable type printing technique to make deals with other two countries in exchange for other benefits.

Don't think about anything now, it won't take long before this technique of movable type printing will spread to the north and south of the river.

The more the emperor thought about it, the more angry he wanted to see two holes in Song Jingchen's body.

"Da Xia is indeed full of talents, and Your Majesty is blessed." Xuanyuan Ce, who had not spoken for a long time, said with a smile that was not a smile.

The emperor took a deep breath, twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "What King Jing'an said is very true and deserves a reward."

He looked around at the couple and asked, "Who of you came up with this method?"

Song Jingchen clasped his fists and said, "It's the minister..."

"My husband came up with it, and I'm responsible for making it." Shen Yijia suddenly interrupted Song Jingchen.

She only thought of printing letters on the wood. Movable type printing was really what Song Jingchen thought, and she was not deceiving you.

Song Jingchen previously said that movable type printing would be made public at the birthday banquet, and Shen Yijia, who came up with this method, will surely be sought after by thousands of students.

Water can carry a boat and capsize it. Even if something happened to the Song family, the emperor would not dare to attack Shen Yijia easily.

That's what he's talking about.

But Shen Yijia doesn't need it. Song Jingchen's safety is the biggest guarantee for her.

Song Jingchen:  …

emperor:……

Do you think two people can't be divided for one credit?

Xuanyuance's heart became sour again, he cast a disgusting glance at Song Jingchen, picked up the wine bottle and drank it, and then said, "I have heard that there is a genius in Daxia, and seeing it today, it really lives up to its reputation."

The emperor could see the look of disgust on his face. He only thought that Xuanyuan Ce said this to discourage him, but he didn't think that he was talking for Song Jingchen on purpose.

Although he didn't know why Xuanyuance disliked Song Jingchen, this somewhat reassured him.

otherwise……

Everyone waited for him to speak, even if the emperor didn't want to give him a reward, he pondered for a moment before he said solemnly: "Song Aiqing is credited with inventing movable type printing, and he is specially named Uncle Zhongyi, his wife Shen Song, and Mrs. Zhongyi..."

The word loyalty and righteousness is like reminding Song Jingchen that everything he has now is given by his emperor. Of course, Song Jingchen should also be loyal to him.

Song Jingchen pursed his lips and kowtowed to thank him.

When the two returned to the seat, Shen Yijia clearly felt that Song Jingchen was a little angry, she tugged at his sleeve: "Xiang Gong?"

Song Jingchen sighed helplessly, everything this girl does is for herself, she can't wait to give him anything good, what reason does he have to be angry?

"Are you hungry? You can eat some jerky now."

Shen Yijia was very obedient, Song Jingchen said that she didn't eat anything in the palace if she could, and she really didn't eat anything from the beginning to the end.

Even though the dishes that were served just now looked delicious, she didn't touch them.

Hearing what Song Jingchen said, Shen Yijia knew that he was not angry anymore, grinned, and pulled out two candied fruits from his purse, one for each person.

"Keep the rest and give it to my aunt later."

Song Jingchen: This silly girl.

With the seemingly random but meaningful gifts from Song Jingchen and his wife in front, the gifts from the people behind the emperor lacked interest. The main thing was that he was stuck in the throat, even if he wanted to pretend to be happy, he couldn't bear it.

After everyone finished offering their gifts, some folk artists began to come in to perform.

The emperor symbolically drank a few glasses of wine with the crowd, then retired early due to his inadvertent drinking power, and ordered King Jing, the eldest son, to serve the guests on his behalf.

As soon as the emperor left, the atmosphere in the hall became much more lively, and the officials were no longer restrained, and began to toast everywhere with wine bottles.

Song Jingchen had just won the award, and there were not a few people who came to toast.

Since he was in the officialdom, even if Song Jingchen didn't want to, he had to flatter one or two.

After drinking a glass of wine, Shen Yijia was speechless, resisting the urge to kick the people who came up.

It was not until the end of Shen Shi that the birthday banquet ended.

After that, everyone went out of the palace in order of their identities.

As soon as Shen Yijia and Song Jingchen walked out of the hall, Eunuch Li came to block their way.

"Master Song... oh, looking at our family's memory, it should be called Uncle Zhongyi now." Eunuch Li slapped his mouth like a treasure, and then continued with a smile: "Your Majesty asked our family to take Uncle and Madam to the cold palace. ."

Song Jingchen glanced at the line of servants who followed behind Eunuch Li, and nodded: "You have to work!"

As night fell, unlike other brightly lit palaces, Weiyang Palace seemed to be a world of its own, and darkness imprisoned the palace like a cage.

With Eunuch Li leading the way, the guards guarding the gate automatically opened the heavy gate.

"Uncle, please!" Eunuch Li stretched out his hand to make a request.

Looking at the desolation inside through the gate, Song Jingchen's hand under his sleeve clenched into a fist.

Before he was born, Song Li entered the palace, but Li often brought him into the palace when he was young to talk to her.

When he was a little older, he accompanied Shangguan Han to study for a while.

Almost every time he entered the palace, Song Jingchen would bring some folk gadgets to greet her first.

Therefore, the relationship between the aunt and nephew has always been very close.

Thinking that he would not be able to take people out of the cold palace for a while, Song Jingchen couldn't blame himself more.

Just as he was thinking about it, his soft hand squeezed into his palm domineeringly.

Song Jingchen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to meet a pair of bright eyes.

Shen Yijia tilted her head: "Master, let's go in."

The strength in Song Jingchen's hand loosened a little, and pursed his lips: "Well."

The two walked in front, and Eunuch Li followed with everyone.

The group's steps were not light. Fang walked into the yard, and a weak female voice came from the main hall with the slightest rays of light: "Suyun, go and see who is here...cough..."

Today is the emperor's birthday, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard clearly even in this cold palace.

Song Li really couldn't figure out who else would come to such an unlucky place as Leng Gong at this time.

"Hey, this servant is going." Su Yun responded and walked quickly to the door.

The dilapidated door of the temple opened, and when she saw the people outside, Su Yun froze in place.

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