Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 509

They booed coldly and asked warmly again and again: "How is the Prime Minister? Your Majesty misses you. I only hope that you will recover soon and go in and out of the court as before."

It was Cao De.

Everyone exhaled lightly, and the tense nerves were relieved, and then there was a gloomy voice.

Immediately, everyone felt a chill down their backs, and almost collapsed on the ground.

This voice was shrill and soft, like a ray of wandering spirit from hell, even if you heard it in a dream, you would still sit up in fright.

"Master Zhao, our family congratulates you."

It was Eunuch Chang who was beside the Queen Mother.

Eunuch Chang held a fly whisk, swept the sky, his eyes fell on Zhao Ziyi, and he smiled meaningfully: "Master Zhao, it's really a magpie flying on a branch today, no, His Majesty specially gave you wine Coincidentally, the Empress Dowager is in a good mood today. Her old man said that she is idle anyway, so she ordered her maidservant to accompany Cao De on this trip in person. One is to see if your health is better. The second is that I want my servants to rest assured after watching you accept the order."

While speaking, he flicked the whisk lightly, and commanded the little servant next to him in a high-pitched voice: "Why are you standing still, why don't you quickly present the good things?"

The red and gold tray was covered with yellow silk embroidered with gold thread, and a jade jug was placed on it.

Zhao Xiwei's eyes fell on the jug.

This is a very common jug, so ordinary that the Zhao Mansion can take out any one, and it is several times more exquisite than this one.

This is even more bizarre.

Surely the emperor would not reward his courtiers with just a jug, there must be something special, right?

Zhao Xiwei cast his eyes on Cao De.

Cao De lowered his eyebrows, bowed and said: "At a quarter of noon, Your Majesty got a pot of old wine, and specially ordered your servants to bring it to the Prime Minister."

After finishing speaking, he took a small step back, apparently unwilling to say any more.

Zhao Xi frowned slightly.

Just such a nonsensical sentence, what can you figure out what it means?

Based on what she knew about the emperor, he was a person with a weak body but a stable mood. Couldn't he really send Zhao Ziyi such a pot of old wine on a whim?

Even if such a jug of wine was sent on a whim, it would not make the Queen Mother so active...

In a daze, Zhao Ziyi bowed his hands, and saluted solemnly: "Your Majesty Long En, I am afraid, I ask the two father-in-laws to pass the message on your behalf, and I will definitely enter the palace to thank you in person."

The old lady put her hands on the ground and took the lead in bowing down: "The concubine leads the female family members of the Hefu, and I thank Your Majesty for your kindness."

After finishing speaking, he took out the red envelopes that he had prepared earlier, and ordered a few servants himself: "A small gift is not a respect, and I have to pay you a visit."

Cao De hastily declined: "Oh, you are too polite, how can a servant accept the gift of your old man."

The attitude is very respectful.

Chang Ying, on the other hand, was arrogant as always, without even looking at the old lady, took the red seal and weighed it in her hand a few times, then stuffed it straight into her sleeve, and then said with a smirk: "You are a People who know etiquette are worthy of our queen mother's care."

The old lady chuckled, and replied neither humble nor overbearing: "I don't think too much about being rude, I just think about the New Year's Eve, trying to make a good fortune."

"The lottery..." Chang Ying nodded and smiled, looking like she was watching the excitement: "You are really right, your Zhao family really won the jackpot this time!"

He raised his hand again and ordered: "Come here, pour wine for the Prime Minister and the Crown Princess!"

Zhao Xiwei clenched his fingers tightly.

There must be something wrong with this wine!

The old lady narrowed her eyes, and suddenly shot two cold lights.

Calmly, he stood by Zhao Xiwei's side, covered his eyes, and put on an unshakable smile: "The princess is not good at drinking, and she has been taking medicine, so she is not suitable for drinking. Your Majesty is so kind and inconvenient." Why don't you refuse, let me do it for you."

Zhao Xiwei was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the old lady would block the wine for her, and it was the wine given by the emperor.

Just about to speak, Chang Ying suddenly burst out laughing.

"Mrs. Zhao, our family also wants you to do it for me, but your Majesty can't justify it! If the prime minister and the princess don't drink this wine, our family will have nothing to do. I'm afraid that Eunuch Cao will not be able to do business!" He took his eyes. Glancing at Cao De who was bowing his waist, "Eunuch Cao, do you think so? Huh?"

Cao De rolled up his sleeves and was counting the petals flying on the ground. He had to raise his head after being called by him.

Facing the doubtful eyes, he gave a dry laugh, and said after deliberation: "Madam, I know you love the Crown Princess, but this servant is also following orders."

"This..." The old lady's mouth twitched, and her smile froze.

"Eunuch Cao!" Zhao Ziyi called out suddenly, "Since it is a reward from His Majesty, how can I not accept it?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and smiled calmly: "Your Majesty will taste it first, and then let the Crown Princess taste it, how about it?" ?”

"Prime Minister..." Cao De's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was hesitant, but only for a moment, he readily agreed: "That's fine!" Then he turned to Chang Ying and said with a smile: "Eunuch Chang, what do you think?"

"Okay!" Chang Ying waited impatiently, waved her hand and said, "Pour the bar quickly, we can go back to our house after drinking!"

Then two servants bowed and came forward, opened the lid of the jug in front of everyone, held a pair of jasper-colored wine glasses, tilted down the spout slightly, and slowly poured the clear wine into the glasses .

Tick-tick-tick, like the gurgling of rainwater, falling from the eaves, it is really pleasant to hear.

Chang Ying stared at the servant's movements until both cups were full, then nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not too much, not too little, exactly two cups."

He pinched an orchid finger, smiled indifferently and said, "Master Zhao and the Crown Princess each have a cup, so don't waste it."

Holding the wine glass, the waiter bowed down in front of Zhao Ziyi: "My lord, please."

Zhao Ziyi took it calmly.

Xu Yunjiao's face changed drastically immediately, and she called out, "Zhao Ziyi!"

Zhao Ziyi smiled slightly, without saying anything, holding the wine cup and about to send it to her lips——

Zhao Xiwei clenched his palms tightly, and pinched his flesh hard until he felt the pain, before he barely restrained the urge to grab the wine glass.

The emperor suddenly gave wine to his ministers. This kind of story has happened in all dynasties.

Whether it is official historical records or folklore, every story has various versions.

But the same is that most of the courtiers who were suddenly given wine would die unexpectedly.

Although the current emperor is benevolent, he has never killed indiscriminately, and has never framed loyal officials.

However, the emperor's mind is hard to guess, and no one can say for sure what the purpose of this glass of wine is.

Zhao Ziyi has been in power for so many years, how could he not know this?

But he didn't even blink his eyes, and even had an extremely gentle smile on his face.

He closed his eyes lightly, and raised his hand slowly, the fragrance of the old wine remained the same, penetrating from the tip of his nose into his lungs, making him feel like a dream.

He recognized the smell.

then……

As soon as the thought sounded, his eyes opened suddenly.

It's the taste!

Everything that happened back then, those mysteries that haunted him and could not be solved for more than ten years.

At this moment, suddenly there is an answer!
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My aunt has been so busy lately that it has been postponed for half a month, Weier’s dysmenorrhea has recovered, and the author is going to be sick...crying
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