Could it be that we shouldn't come tonight?

Looking at the Xu Huang and the guests entering one after another, Chen Lang murmured in his heart. He wanted to throw out the copper plate with his golden finger, so he decided to leave or stay, but at this moment, the sound of the ensemble of the piano and flute came to his ears, and the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner had already begun.

Why!

Chen Lang pursed his lips vigorously. As the prince of Liang, if he left the seat rashly at this critical moment, it would probably cause unnecessary trouble.

At the same time, I thought about it, wouldn’t I just knocked over a teacup? What’s the big deal? Why do you think of a spy with ulterior motives?

So Chen Lang sat down easily and deliberately lowered his body, preparing to keep a low profile during the banquet. Unfortunately, with his identity and beauty, even if he wanted to be a little transparent person, others would not agree.

Xu Huang stalked towards the main position ahead. When he walked to Chen Lang, he stopped and patted Chen Lang on the shoulder with a smile: "Nephew, he looks pretty good. It seems that Huaining's soil and soil are more nourishing, right?"

"Yes!" Chen Lang pointed his head heavily.

He pondered in his heart that on the territory of your country, no matter what you, Emperor Xu, said, is a great truth. However, the reason why I look good tonight is probably because the third princess is sitting next to me.

Yes ~

Emperor Xu continued to pat Chen Lang on the shoulder proudly: "Tonight, drink and enjoy the moon, recite poems and write pairs, but stop dancing."

"Okay." Chen Lang immediately said. He answered quickly to avoid the topic of dancing. It was obvious that Xu Huang wanted to tease the old things at the reception banquet just now, but Chen Lang quickly covered up his embarrassment.

"My nephew, have a good drink." Xu Huang chuckled, then took a few steps to sit in the middle seat in front. Next to him were the 70-year-old queen and the still charming queen.

Among the music played by the zither and flute, fine wine and delicacies were quickly brought out. The fifth floor of Zhaixing Tower was designed with a very clever space, with a few red cylinders supporting the dome, and the walls were covered with exquisite murals.

Incense was lit in the corner, and the entire fifth floor of Zhaixing Tower was filled with a faint fragrance. The participants of the banquet were eating separately, and everyone's tables were surrounded by a large rectangle. The musicians in charge of the performance sat or stood in the middle of the rectangle, sang melodious music and flew into their ears.

The moon on August 15th is particularly bright, hanging in the sky, like a silver plate. Looking to the sky from any angle on the fifth floor of Zhaixing Tower, you can almost see the moon tonight. This is the exquisiteness of Zhaixing Tower design.

The main position where Xu Huang and others were in the face of Mingyue. Chen Lang was also in a good position. He could see the Mid-Autumn Moon when he turned his head, but he turned his head over, and the beautiful and clear-lined side face of the third princess was the third princess.

To be honest, watching the third princess is much more interesting than watching the cold moon, but Chen Lang felt a little embarrassed.

At this banquet tonight, there are many familiar faces, King Jing, King Xi, and several powerful Shangshu. Chen Lang can't remember their names, probably the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Revenue.

The wine and food were mixed with the fragrance of wine and dishes, which made people feel like they were floating in the air. Chen Lang tried his best to stay awake because he knew that the stage of reciting poetry was coming soon.

"Is the stuff delicious?" the third princess asked suddenly.

"It's delicious." Chen Lang blurted out. The third princess took the initiative to chat with her, and of course she had to be more positive.

The third princess also drank wine, and her face flushed at this moment. This made her beautiful face become more beautiful and charming. She gently stroked her temples, and the third princess lowered her voice: "Who will I give to the poem I will write later?"

ah……

Chen Lang never expected that the third princess actually asked this question. Was she drunk and her head short-circuited?

Of course, Chen Lang couldn't figure out whether the third princess was short-circuited. Anyway, Chen Lang had a short-circuited. At this moment, his heart was beating rapidly, and his mind seemed to be filled with mess, and various thoughts were crisscrossing.

Tonight, the Empress Dowager invited Chen Lang to the banquet, and it was reasonable to write poems to the Empress Dowager;

Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner in Xu Country, so Emperor Xu is naturally unwilling to let him go, so poetry can also be given to Emperor Xu;

Tonight is the day when thousands of ordinary people reunite their families, and it is said that it is okay to give it to the people of the world.

Chen Lang suddenly had many ideas, and each idea seemed to be correct. As Prince Liang, who pledged Xu, he should indeed consider all aspects.

So Chen Lang answered the third princess’ question very seriously: “Write a poem for you.”

Uh ~

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Lang called out badly. He never thought that he had thought so much in his heart, but the last few words he said revealed his true nature.

Second-year...

The second-year middle school disease, who was too self-aware, accidentally fell out again. Chen Lang hurriedly picked up the wine glass and covered his embarrassment with drinking. He wanted to cover the entire wine glass on his face, but from the corner of his eyes, he quietly turned to the third princess.

Coincidentally, the third princess actually acted the same way, but Chen Lang used the light of his right eye, while the third princess used the left eye. Her eyes met, and the air seemed to be rippling slightly.

Sizzy ~

The center point where the eyes meet seems to have a powerful current spread rapidly, and the oil lamps and candles on the fifth floor of Zhaixing Tower were all affected.

"It's strong wind, close the window!"

Eunuch Jia shouted and acted. He took the palace maids and eunuchs and ran to the window in scattered steps.

Chen Lang hurriedly moved his eyes to Eunuch Jia's back, while the third princess lowered her head and looked panicked. It was strange that Chen Lang's answer was exactly what the third princess wanted, but why was he so panicked?

Eunuch Jia led the palace maids and eunuchs and tried every means to adjust the window to a position that could block the wind without blocking the sight. But this position did not exist. Eunuch Jia was as fierce as a tiger when he was in the end, and he could only pestle on the spot.

"It's okay!" Emperor Xu waved his hand to help Eunuch Jia, and then he turned to look at the empress dowager, "Is the meal tonight suitable for your appetite? From now on, how about everyone writing poetry?"

The Queen Mother smiled and nodded: "I have been waiting for the tradition of Mid-Autumn Festival dinner for many years."

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Jia of Xu Huangchao gave a wink. Eunuch Jia hurriedly ran to the open space in the center and asked the musicians who came to play and sing. Then he gently shook the Buddha dust and said in a slight manner: "The emperor has an order. Everyone should eat and drink, and at the same time express their feelings and recite poems and essays."

This is a program, and everyone was not surprised at all at the banquet. Chen Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at the moonlight outside, thinking that it was finally a sacred moment of pretending.

The only problem is that Chen Lang cannot be too prominent, because that will attract attention or even be vigilant.

The palace maids and eunuchs held paper and pens and placed them on each guest's desk respectively. At this time, Xu Huang whispered loudly: "There must be a theme to write poetry. What is the theme tonight? Everyone can speak freely."

"Mid-Autumn Festival is naturally the theme of watching the moon or missing you." The queen yawned while saying that. It seemed that she was not interested in writing poetry, and Chen Lang seemed to notice that the queen was a little distracted throughout the dinner.

"The same theme of watching the moon for several years has been used for banquets. The poems written by everyone are no longer new. I believe that it is better to change them tonight."

Who came up with the bad idea?

Chen Lang looked at it and saw that the speaker was a first-class general over fifty years old, majestic and dressed in an orange cloak. The third princess next to him whispered to Chen Lang: "He is the Minister of War with outstanding military achievements, Linghu Suting."

"Okay, in the Mid-Autumn Festival banquets in previous years, the stage of writing poetry, Linghu's beloved Qing is unknown like an outsider. It's rare to be interested in your love tonight, so I will listen to your love to your love." Xu Huang was very interested.

Swish ~
Chapter completed!