Chapter 317 Yeting Palace

In Xianchi Hall, Xu Hezi’s heavenly singing voice sounded.

"Nine times reaching Chang'an Road, Sanyang villa spring. I will also listen to the morning after the morning, and return to Yuyou morning."

This poem was written by a saint, and the ministers applauded it one after another. Many people began to think about how to compose poems in response to the poem and sing in harmony with the saint.

Yang Guozhong couldn't write poetry anyway, so he was very happy. He was holding the wine glass and staring at Li Linfu. He felt that the right minister was a little different today than usual.

"Xue Bai is not here?" Zhang Bian came over and asked casually.

Yang Guozhong looked back and said with a smile: "It must have been invited by Yao Siyi. A few days ago, Xue Bai wanted to trouble him, and he even asked me to be a lobbyist."

"Who ordered this?"

"Who gave the order? Did Xue Bai do what he was told to do?"

"I'm just curious. If eating is too extravagant, Xue Bai should be causing trouble for you instead of pointing the finger at the palace servants."

After hearing this, Yang Guozhong cursed Zhang Bian secretly and said unhappily: "How should I know? The prince-in-law will just go and find out. It's not you, not me, or the right minister who wants to deal with Yao Siyi."

The two have never gotten along well, but today Zhang Bian was willing to put down his posture and chat with Yang Guozhong for a few more words. He looked at Li Linfu who was sitting there with his eyes closed, and asked: "Have you paid a visit to the Right Prime Minister recently?"

At this time, Xu Hezi had already sang the last line on the stage.

"The song ends in high spirits and one must return drunk."

"good!"

The officials in the palace cheered, but the royal banquet was not over yet. It was just getting underway, and the sage said that everyone had to get drunk.

Yang Guozhong raised his glass and drank, and then replied: "No, I haven't had any trouble with the Prime Minister for a while."

Zhang Bian sighed: "Your Prime Minister doesn't drink alcohol."

Yang Guozhong looked at Li Linfu again and saw that he still kept his eyes closed and meditated, instead of drinking a drink for the poem written by the saint.

"I heard that the right prime minister is suffering from wind disease and will soon retire from office."

"The prince-in-law still doesn't give up?"

"Since you know that I am the consort, you should know that it is difficult for me to worship the prime minister." Zhang Bian sighed slightly and said casually, "But you are different."

Yang Guozhong was stunned for a moment, then looked at Li Linfu, and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, trying to see from that old face whether he had a chance to become the prime minister.

"Feng Yi?"

"Wind disease, once you drink alcohol, you may suddenly become ill."

"Want to toast?"

Yang Guozhong asked, and a knowing smile appeared on Zhang Bian's face.

The two immediately went to Li Linfu and persuaded him to drink with the saint's poems.

"If someone comes home drunk, I would like to offer you a drink."

Li Linfu then opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Bian with eyes full of energy, but without saying a word, he took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Li Heng, who was sitting opposite him, saw this situation and waved to Li Fuguo, who was behind him, to lean over and said: "I should also respect the right prime minister and bring the strongest wine."

In the palace, Li Xiu saw everyone surrounding his grandfather and winked quickly.

Soon, an official hurriedly came forward and reported: "Right Prime Minister, there are still urgent matters that need to be dealt with tonight."

"It's okay." Li Linfu said, "You can't get me drunk even after drinking these few glasses of wine."

"Please also ask your right minister to put national affairs first."

Li Linfu was displeased and said calmly: "This is an imperial banquet, can you still drive me away? At least I will wait until the saint has enjoyed himself to the fullest before I can resign to the saint."

"Here."

This was because he planned to leave early after the saint came on stage to sing the opera.

Zhang Bian and Yang Guozhong looked at each other and there was nothing they could do against Li Linfu. After all, it seemed that Li Linfu was not as seriously ill as the rumors said.

…

At this time, on the other side of the hall, a young eunuch rushed to Wu Huaishi's side and whispered a report.

"Grandpa, my son caught a palace lady who left her post without permission. She claimed to be from Fan Meiren's side. I don't know how to deal with it?"

"Fan Meiren?"

Wu Huaishi did not dare to offend Fan Nu, and was about to order the palace maid to be released. When he spoke, he thought of something, turned around and scanned the palace, and sure enough he did not find Xue Bai.

"I'll go and ask myself where he is."

"Just behind Wangyunting Pavilion."

Wu Huaishi then went there in person. When he arrived, he saw the palace maid who was detained there, trembling with fright and panic.

He was the best at observing faces, and he knew in an instant that this palace lady must have made a big mistake.

But when he stepped forward, he did not threaten her, but whispered softly: "Fan Meiren said that she is not feeling well today and can't even come to the Taichi Banquet. If you don't want to accompany me, why are you here to look at her?"

"Slave...slave...curious?"

Wu Huaishi looked at her for a while, and when he saw her eyes unconsciously glancing toward the bushes on one side, he went straight over and took a look. He saw a package hidden in the woods. He leaned over to pick it up, opened it and took a look.

It's a set of eunuch's clothes.

Wu Huaishi rolled his eyes twice, thinking, then rewrapped the package, walked towards the palace lady, pointed at her, and scolded: "Stealing food?"

"No...yes, this slave girl is for Miss Fan."

"You guys go down first."

Wu Huaishi stepped back and handed the package to the palace lady. He stepped forward and whispered: "I know what Beauty Fan wants to do. Now that she has flown up the branch, she wants to thank her past benefactor in person, right?"

"General Wu, you..."

The palace maid was shocked and frightened, and did not dare to deny it. She did not know what to do at all.

Fortunately, Wu Huaishi was kind to others and had a kind face. He sighed: "I don't want to offend Meiren Fan, but she is too bold. If someone catches her and misunderstands that Fan Meiren and Xue Lang are messing around in the palace, what should they do?"

"No, Fan Meiren just wanted to thank Xue Lang, but he didn't come over."

"How dare you say no? He is clearly no longer in the palace."

"I really don't know this. General Wu, please let me go."

Wu Huaishi took a few steps and said helplessly: "I think he must have lost his way. If he is found... Do you know that I have always been close to Xue Lang, how can I bear to see him causing such trouble?"

"What should we do?"

"Do you trust me? If you do, I'll help you with Fan Meiren."

The maidservant was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

Wu Huaishi asked: "Tell the truth, what is Fan Meiren's plan?"

"She is recuperating in Chengxiang Hall and would like to invite Xue Lang to come and see her."

"Do you have a token?"

"Yes, when Fan Meiren played the role of matchmaker, Xue Lang asked her to hold this handkerchief. Later, Fan Meiren embroidered 'Waiting for the moon under the west chamber, with the windward door half open'."

"Give it to me." Wu Huaishi stretched out his hand to take it and ordered: "Let Fan Meiren wait, I will go find Xue Lang. But this time, I will have no worries in the future."

"Thank you so much, General Wu! This is a great kindness that I will never forget."

"Go ahead."

Wu Huaishi put the handkerchief into his sleeve, thought about it, called an adopted son, and asked: "Where is Yao Siyi?"

"Son, I'll go find him now."

~~

Yao Siyi met Xue Bai today just to turn the conflict into friendship. Even if he was caught, it would not be a big deal, so he did not deliberately hide it from others.

He even asked Wu Huaishi to be a peacemaker, but Wu Huaishi declined at that time, saying that Xue Bai was not difficult to get along with.

Therefore, when Yao Siyi saw Wu Huaishi coming from a distance on the tower, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, secretly thinking that something bad might happen.

Anyone who can get a position in the palace is someone who has matured with age? Yao Siyi immediately hurried down from the tower and hurried in the direction of Xianchi Palace.

"General Yao, slow down."

Yao Siyi heard the call, turned around, and asked in surprise: "General Wu, why are you here at this time?"

"Where are you going?"

"There is something wrong with one of the dishes at the banquet. I rushed over to take a look."

"You guys step back first." Wu Huaishi backed away from the others and whispered: "Have you talked to Xue Bai?"

"It's a bit difficult, but we should be able to negotiate a deal. I'll let him go first."

Wu Huaishi said: "I bumped into something today. I'm afraid you will be implicated by him. You also know that he has some old feelings with Fan Meiren."

Yao Siyi thought.
To be continued...