Author: I want to light the lamp

She tilted her head left and right, and he resisted her left and right, and the two of them played "Eagle Catching Chicken".

It's secretive, there's definitely something going on.

Rong Cen simply stood on tiptoes and clung to his shoulders to watch.

Wen Renxu was in a panic: "Your Majesty, you promised to always be the best in the world with me!"

Rong Cen: "?"

"Your Majesty, I don't know what your plans are, and I don't understand what you want. I can't even help you at all. After all, I'm not good at reading, and I don't have much national justice in my heart. I only know how to eat, drink, and have fun every day. In addition to your happiness, I hope you can live freely under the shelter of your family."

Every time he said a word, Wen Renxu's head lowered an inch. By the time he finished speaking, his tall and straight body was completely stooped.

Rong Cen also saw clearly what he tried so hard to block.

To be precise, it's a person.

The other person looks about the same age as Wen Renxu, but his temperament is completely different from him. He has a frail scholar's face, is wearing a fox fur coat and a plain white robe, and looks like a delicate young man.

She didn't know who he was, but she could tell from the unhappy Wen Renxu that this person was the person the sojourner frequently summoned to accompany him.

So this idiot thinks that she has a new favorite and doesn't want to be friends with him?

Seeing Rong Cen carefully looking at the person behind him, Wen Renxu lifted her away and said hurriedly: "That soft persimmon and I are both playboys in Kyoto. If Your Majesty really abandons me for him, I will never accept it! With that Otherwise, Your Majesty might as well make friends with Meng Zongzi, Wen Taozi and others who are famous in Kyoto!"

Soft persimmon, hard persimmon, zongzi and peach? When did this humorous name become popular in Kyoto?

Rong Cen was puzzled when he heard him sigh in a low voice, his voice muffled.

"Although I don't deal with them on weekdays, at least they can be of help to Your Majesty. They won't be like me, who will only hold you back and ruin your big things."

The man who was more than eight feet tall was completely enveloped in despair, like a Xiu Gou Gou with his head hanging down.

Rong Cen wanted to touch his head to comfort him, but he stretched his hand in the air, turned around, and held his shoulder.

A man's approach can better motivate him.

The road Rong Cen was going to take was extremely dangerous, and one careless move would lead to him losing everything. Wen Renxu was someone close to her, and she had thought about his way out countless times, but she never had the best arrangement.

But now, she found that she had ignored her own feelings.

Although he is indeed a playboy, he does not just want to live comfortably and enjoy life. What he would rather be in his heart may be to be a good friend who can share the joys and sorrows with her.

On the snow-covered branches of plum trees, a rare butterfly that was not afraid of the winter cold flew by, and she heard her own voice finally fall.

"Send yourself to the army."

"What is your Majesty talking about? Surrender to the army?!" Wen Renxu couldn't believe what he heard. Seeing Rong Cen nodding, he froze on the spot and pointed his index finger at himself, "Me, me, me?"

"Is it just my three-legged cat skill?"

The idiot scratched his head. The disappointment had dissipated and was replaced by confusion. At the same time, the cowardice that had been unknown to outsiders for more than ten years made him retreat. He smiled and said, "It definitely won't work."

Seeing his eyes shining, even though it only lasted for a moment, it was enough to dispel Rong Cen's lingering hesitation just now, and she patted the other person's generous shoulder.

"You can do it, Yan Xiao(xiāo)."

After receiving the affirmation from his friend, Wen Renxu's self-confidence was immediately wiped away. He nodded heavily and solemnly said: "Yes! Then I will listen to your majesty and surrender to the army!"

-

After all, Rong Cen never got to see the emperor's new favorite "soft persimmon" up close.

The other party just looked at her from a distance for a few times and then left.

After bidding farewell to the Royal Garden, Wen Renxu was in a state of excitement and went home to prepare for related matters, while Rong Cen returned to Longzhang Palace to rest.

Wanli's massage technique was good, and the headache after drinking was relieved a lot. With the fragrance in the palace, Rong Cen fell into sleep.

It is rare to have a good dream, but it is disturbed by the system.

[I warned you earlier that there is danger on New Year’s Eve, but today you still don’t take it seriously and remain unprepared?]

[Just because you didn’t get into trouble at the luncheon doesn’t mean you can go through the dinner safely. If you don’t pay attention, your life will be at risk!]

This system probably only appears when she is asleep. As long as Rong Cen closes her eyes and sleeps, it can be said that it will not stop day and night, falling into dreams again and again, and there is no way to block it.

"As you said, I am going to die anyway, it doesn't matter whether it's sooner or later?"

[This is not what you said before.]

Rong Cen was very tired. She had to concentrate on dealing with the Queen Mother's tricks, and she didn't want to get hit twice as hard as she did that day.

"That's because you think I must follow your path and die according to the settings."

"But I have been repressed for more than ten years. Now I am very rebellious and want to go against God."

"If I die tonight, you have to watch carefully. After the Qingming rain, remember to burn paper and tell me if it's interesting."

【……】

After successfully choking the system, Rong Cen's ears were finally clean.

-

The New Year's Eve dinner is considered a royal family banquet, but if you count it in detail, there are quite a few people.

The Empress Dowager worshiped Buddha all the year round, lived in the imperial temple, and was not in the palace on weekdays. She was the successor to the throne, not the late emperor's biological mother, but she got along well with the late emperor, and could be described as a loving mother and a filial son. The late emperor even promised her the position of regent before his death.

His biological son—the little imperial uncle who is only ten years older than Rong Cen.

The late emperor had few heirs. The empress dowager only had one son, Yu Rongcen, and the noble concubine had only one son, Prince Yu Xi. The other two concubines had Princess Fuyang and Prince An respectively, and the rest all died young.

King An was still a young boy, and it is said that he was recently taken under the care of the Empress Dowager.

Although King Xi has participated in the government, he has not yet reached the age to leave the palace and establish a government, so his seat is located directly under the Dragon Throne.

Rong Cen looked down at him. He was indeed elegant and worthy of being praised by the courtiers as "a man of high moral character and a noble spirit."

If I remember correctly, his alias is Jinyu?

Aware of the gaze from above, King Xi personally poured a glass of wine, raised his arms at the level of his forehead: "I respect your Majesty, and wish my brother the emperor to take over the throne as soon as possible and regain the lost territory."

As soon as this statement came out, it naturally caused a storm.

Whether it is surrender or instigation, it is difficult to say.

"Then I'll borrow my second brother's good words."

Rong Cen substituted tea for wine and held a cup to each other.

After hearing Wan Li's report that the concubine was not feeling well yet, she felt a little regretful.

Ever since she first returned to Dayin, Rongcen had heard many rumors about this woman. The short eunuch claimed that she had ordered the regicide, and some courtiers also accused her of repeated attempts to harm him.

In my memory, she was a woman who was loved by her father. There were three thousand beauties in the harem, but she was favored for more than ten years. But I don’t know how she felt after the death of her father. Was she ever sad?

When I glanced at the place where the emperor's concubines were gathered, the flowers were almost enchanting.

Rong Cen frowned, when did her harem become filled with so many charming beauties?

The most exotic one has charming eyes.

"I will perform a dance for Your Majesty."

Dancing, dancing, all the way to the dragon throne.

At the moment when the beauty was sitting in his arms, Rong Cen caught the unusually silent Queen Mother smiling subtly.

It's very weird, it makes my back feel cold.

But Rong Cen had no intention of studying it carefully. She was holding on to the handle of the dragon chair, her expression almost unbearable.

Gan, how can a beauty be so heavy!
Chapter completed!