At the banquet, all the ministers and clan members were frightened, and the atmosphere was never uplifting, so it was not very interesting.

Gao Lishi noticed that the saint's interest was gradually declining, so he simply walked around behind Xue Bai and whispered a few words.

Zhang Ting has specially learned lip reading for many years. While drinking, he glanced sideways and peeked at Gao Lishi's mouth shape, guessing that what he was talking about was "playing dominoes after the banquet."

When Xue Bai heard this, he glanced at Yan Zhenqing, as if he meant "The teacher won't let me play cards"; Yan Zhenqing's face was calm and he had no objection.

Zhang Ting rolled her eyes and started to care, covering her mouth and laughing, the sound was like a silver bell.

"Xue Xiaolang has become famous in Chang'an recently. Among the popular things, playing dominoes, eating stir-fried vegetables, and listening to Xue's poems, now you have to add reading stories?"

When Li Longji heard this, he caught the key point of his daughter-in-law's words and asked with a smile: "Can you also play dominoes?"

"My niece...my daughter-in-law is not good at anything else." Zhang Ting paused for a moment, then opened her lips and said, "Only my domino skills are unparalleled in the world."

"Oh?" Li Longji raised his eyebrows, and he became interested as expected. He laughed and said, "Okay! Women in the prosperous Tang Dynasty should be so flamboyant and conceited."

"The saint doesn't believe in his daughter-in-law?" Zhang Ting was dissatisfied and said slightly angrily.

The eighteen-year-old woman had a smile as bright as a flower. Although she spoke a little boldly, Li Longji could not be angry with her, but was very happy. The Zhang family had nurtured him, and Zhang Ting was his beloved niece.

"Haha, you can tell whether you believe it or not."

Zhang Ting was quite heroic. He put down his wine glass and said, "Whoever is afraid of you, then hit him!"

Under the table, she gently patted Li Heng with her palm to comfort him.

Li Heng couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that Zhang Liangdi saved the East Palace this time.

Compared with Li Linfu, who kept his head down all day long, Li Longji was very free and easy, and directly asked the chamberlain to set up a card table in the main hall.

When Li Linfu saw it, he quickly smiled and said: "Sage, my skills have improved..."

Li Longji was still rubbing his hands, but his smile dropped a bit when he heard this, and he said calmly: "The right prime minister is an important minister, so he should do his duty first."

Hearing this sentence, Li Linfu was frightened again, knowing that he had really lost most of the saint's trust this time.

The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, and it will be beaten like this from time to time to make people chatter. The atmosphere at the banquet is certainly not good.

But there is no shortage of people with a clear conscience to have fun with the saint.

Yang Wei lost no time in stepping forward and said with a smile: "I have nothing to do, and my domino skills are getting better and better."

"Hahaha, look at it, gentlemen, he is complaining about me." Li Longji rubbed his hands and laughed, "While you are free today, serve it!"

"According to the order." Yang Wei was overjoyed.

Everyone at the banquet once again speculated on the saint's unspoken intentions.

The current situation is like a poker game, it may change drastically.

There was still one last seat left at this time. Although Li Niang was worried, she also wanted to fight for a chance.

"daughter……"

"Xue is playing cards, don't worry about it." Li Longji said with a smile: "I know you have devoted yourself to studying recently, but a small gamble will hurt your feelings, so come on."

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Song and dance come again.

At the banquet, the ministers might throw pots, enjoy singing and dancing, or watch cards.

Zhang Ting sat opposite the sage, not timid at all, and was full of energy in playing cards. Yang Hao was far less powerful than Zhang Ting. He didn't say anything when a card was stuck. He wanted to show off and feed the sage cards, so he was a little flustered.

Li Longji was much more chic, pushing cards casually and criticizing Xue Bai casually.

"Your writing skills are terrible these days."

"Yes."

"The writing is dry and hard, with no embellishment, and the whole article is full of vernacular. If you say that you can't write good articles, but you often have amazing sentences, you must be just fooling me?"

"I absolutely wouldn't dare."

"Don't you dare? In the past, I wrote to my little lady with all my heart, but when I was imprisoned, I felt resentful..."

"The saint calmed down his anger. After I fell into coma, I forgot about the past, and sometimes those articles and poems came to my mind. It was like a dream. I really read Mr. Han Yu's articles in my dream."

Li Longji casually said: "What's so strange? I met a goddess in a dream, and when I woke up, I opened my mouth and sang "Good Times"."

Xue Bai remained calm and asked: "My literary talent is as good as that of a saint?"

"Hahahaha, I never treat geniuses unfairly." Li Longji laughed, "You are too young, so please calm down."

After hearing this, Xue Bai knew that he was a Jinshi with a stable background.

Others throw bank notes to officials and powerful people, but he throws stories to the emperor. Who dares to stop him?

He was about to say thanks...

At this time, Zhang Ting pushed the card, opened her red lips, and sang the sage's "Good Times".

"The bun is suitable for palace style, with a lotus face, tender face, and fragrant body. The eyebrows do not need to be opened and painted, and the temples are long according to the teachings of heaven."

"Don't rely on the beauty of the country to marry a lover. When we were young, don't let the good times pass you by."

Xue Bai was ruined. He glanced sideways and saw that Zhang Ting was also looking at him, with a pair of pink and phoenix eyes that seemed a bit demonstrative.

She can sing pretty well, but depending on who she compares with, her voice is far inferior to Yang Yuhuan's, and her singing style is far less harmonious.

In the hall, the singing and dancing stopped, and the musicians plucked the strings again and began to play the saint's music. It was a romantic scene.

Yang Wei frowned as he looked at a bad hand of cards. He didn't dare to play the cards too slowly and hastily pushed a card.

Li Longji raised his eyebrows and was about to raise his hand.

"What a fool." Zhang Ting smiled as brightly as a flower. She grabbed the cards from the table first and said proudly: "There are no kings and ministers in the card game. My wife is rude."

"Hahaha, I really underestimated you." Li Longji was not annoyed, but became more and more interested.

For him, today's banquet was the most interesting time.

Gao Lishi was very good at serving others, and he leaned over to help with the cards.

Yang Ting was angered and took this opportunity to think about it. He would never allow Zhang Ting to step on him to help Dong Gong win back the saint's favor. He rolled his eyes and complained: "The old minister's hand was jammed by Zhang Liangdi... just like the old minister's.

When I discussed the Salt Law, I was blocked by Your Highness and Your Excellency for a long time."

Pei Kuan suddenly raised his head and was in awe of Yang Hao's retort.

Who would have thought that when the banquet was coming to an end, the real killer move would be inadvertently launched by Yang Hao.

The picture shows up!

It should be noted that the saint also called the prince and the right minister to beat him today. It can be seen that although he is determined to support the third faction, he will not disturb their foundation and will only let them be more honest.

Because they haven't really offended the saint yet, and there is still only one reason to offend the saint - cross-construction.

In short, everything else doesn't matter. What if the prince and you intersect and form a relationship?

die!

It seems that at this time, Yang Hao only meant one thing in his words: "Donggong and the Right Prime Minister have joined forces to suppress me!"

Li Linfu was so excited that he couldn't help but flew into a rage. In his heart, he cursed Yang Hao for going too far. He even wanted to kill them all after winning 10%.

The one who was most frightened was Li Heng. With a shake of his hand, most of the wine in his glass spilled onto the table.

He was extremely aggrieved because he did not join forces with Li Linfu at all.

By inviting Xue Bai and the three Jinshi to his wedding banquet, he showed that although the East Palace has been suppressed so far, it is still standing up for young righteous people, aiming to vindicate the case of Wei Jian. In other words, the East Palace is still a banner to resist the traitor!

However, Yang Zheng slandered and framed him.

But, what would the saint think? The saint would think that he supports him on the surface, but in fact abandons and renounces him. Isn’t that suppression?

Hunjun has always been biased!

Li Heng was speechless and had thousands of words stuck in his throat, but he knew that no saint would believe what he said.

It's over.

Li Cong also trembled.

He originally thought that he had no hope of becoming a reserve in this life, but at this moment, it was as if the wind was blowing ashes in his heart.

In the ashes, there are sparks!

It should be noted that Concubine Yang has no son. He can be her son, even if he is twice her age.

As long as you please Yang Zheng, you will have a chance.

For a time, the East Palace and the Right Prime Minister were all pushed into danger.

No one could react.

…

"Huh? Why did uncle Guo say that?"

The first person to react was still Zhang Liangdi.

Her phoenix eyes turned to the right again and asked: "Is it because the Youxiang Mansion is married to the Jingzhao Du family?"
To be continued...