Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 472 – No Return
"Master Xiang, since you have delivered Sikong's side husband safely to the Xuankong Temple all the way, shouldn't you go home with peace of mind?"

"No need, since you have already arrived at the mountain gate of Xuankong Temple, how can you pass the gate and not offer incense? I will go to the front hall to visit for a while."

"Come out earlier, I will go home with you."

Zhao Qingmei took the opportunity to pinch the soft flesh on Sikong Que's waist, and ordered Zhao Xi to eat with a bag, and walked towards the front hall in a good mood.

"Let's go, Sikong Que."

She actually stayed in the Xuankong Temple in person, just to go home with him, she was talking about you, not you, Zhong Liyin clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, and immediately pursed his lips and walked in front.

"Okay~ What Your Highness said just now is quite correct. Our trip represents the face of the Prime Minister. I am new here, please take care of Your Highness."

Zhong Liyin was taken aback for a moment, he was a little at a loss for being so humble, after all Zhao Qingmei had long since left, who was he pretending to show?

"Whose husband is this?"

"I don't know, following the Ninth Prince, I think it might be Sikong, the prime minister's side husband."

"Is that the number one vinegar king in Fanjing City? The one who forbade Prime Minister Zhao to go to the Hualou for entertainment?"

"Yes, yes, that's him"

It was the first time for everyone to see this legendary side husband of Sikong, and suddenly felt that being famous was not as good as meeting him. Most men in Ranqu are elegant and gentle, so they rarely saw such a man full of masculinity.

But seeing him wearing a black toga with a waistband of the same color, he outlined a tall and tall figure, walking like flowing clouds and flowing water, his steps were windy, and he was indescribably chic and suave.

In the back kitchen of the Xuankong Temple, Zhao Qingmei, who was dressed as a servant, carefully spread the human skin mask on her face. She was still worried about letting Sikong Que fall into the cave of Longtan and Tiger. Great opportunity for the British Council.

"You, you two, quickly bring these jiaoli vegetarian wine to Rushitai, and move quickly! Don't bump into the nobleman!"

"promise."

She lowered her voice and humbly agreed, and immediately walked towards the stage where the Feiying meeting was held with Zhao Xi, who was disguised, carrying a tray.

Her man was so dazzling, even though he was just silently hiding in the corner, she could still see him at a glance. At this moment, Sikong Que was staring at the colorful sea of ​​fallen flowers and thinking thoughtfully.

She pretended to pour wine for the guests along the way, and gradually moved towards Sikong Que's direction. When she reached his side, Sikong Que, who was distracted, suddenly withdrew his thoughts and stared at her in surprise.

"How did you come?"

Sikong Que raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Zhao Qingmei who was dressed as a servant with some reproach.

"What did you say, young man?"

She squeezed her throat and asked with a blank face, her disguise must be perfect, why could he recognize her at a glance?
"Qingmei, don't mess around, what should I do if the emperor finds out?"

"If you don't tell me, no one will find out. Don't worry, I won't act rashly."

On the pretext of pouring wine for Sikong Que, she quietly reached out and squeezed the back of his hand that was placed under the table. Sikong Que shook his head helplessly, but he could only let her do whatever she wanted.

"This Feiying Club has always only composed poems, so I can't help feeling a little bored. Otherwise, this year's Feiying Club, how about we change to something new?"

"That is naturally excellent, and I would like to obey the imperial husband's order."

Everyone in the venue immediately began to echo, so Bei Mingchen raised his hand lightly, and soon a waiter brought pens, ink, paper and inkstone, piano, chess, swords and other things.

"Just reciting poems is boring. It is said that a gentleman has six skills: rites, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics. Otherwise, today we will compare piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, swords, guns, and halberds?"

"It's not boring to have wine without joy. The University of Guan has always been famous for its erudition and talents. Presumably, her only son must be better than blue. I wonder if Mr. Sikong can play a song for me?"

Everyone looked at the imperial husband in Zhonggong sitting at the head with some astonishment. Playing music at the banquet has always been a part of Kabuki. A lowly kabuki student?

If Sikong Que agreed to play music in front of everyone, not to mention losing the face of the Prime Minister's Mansion, those powerful family members who were present would also think that he has no strength of character and is following others, even though they themselves are also like to cling to the powerful.

If Sikong Que politely rejects the imperial husband's proposal, then who would dare to make friends with a side husband who doesn't know how to flatter and offend the imperial husband?
In this way, Sikong Que will be isolated by the meritorious deeds of the nobles in the entire Fanjing City, and no one will offend the high-ranking imperial husband of the middle palace for the husband of a mere powerful minister.

"Father, my son would like to play a song with Sikong's side-husband to cheer you up."

Zhong Liyin saw that his father was not only targeting Sikong Que, but the entire prime minister's mansion, so he hastily opened his mouth to rescue Si Kongque. His father only told him to bring Sikong Que to the banquet today, but did not mention how Help him reverse the defeat.

As Zhao Qingmei's husband, he subconsciously didn't want the reputation of the Prime Minister's Mansion to be damaged in any way. Seeing that his son didn't know how to flatter and came to tear down the stage, Bei Mingchen could only suppress the anger in his heart, and a smear burst out of his mouth. Gentle smile.

"Yin'er and Mr. Sikong are so harmonious, I am very relieved. I hope that everyone here can also get along well with the husband in the house, so that your wives can relax and have no worries. Serve with all your heart.”

After Bei Mingchen lavishly praised his son, he took advantage of the situation and ordered his servants to call for kabuki. Everyone also pretended to be stupid, and no longer mentioned the matter of letting Sikong Que play for fun. Vice sharp eyes.

If there are still people who know each other at this time, it will not only offend the number one in the harem, but also humiliate the Ninth Prince.May I ask, how can someone who is as honorable as the Nine Princes really play music for their subjects?Apart from being the emperor's husband in the middle palace, who else has the qualifications to dare to listen?

Next, the Danqing competition was held in the name of each mansion. Zhong Liyin was eager to try, but was hinted by his father's eyes, so the important task of representing the prime minister's mansion to fight could only fall on Sikong Que.

Sikong Que wanted to go on stage, but the hem of his robe was quietly pulled by Zhao Qingmei, who was serving wine and serving dishes by his side.

"Don't go, I don't need you to be a sensationalist for me, you just sit here obediently today and don't hear anything out of the window."

"Are you worried that I will embarrass you? In fact, my husband's painting skills are not as bad as you imagined, and there may be surprises."

Zhao Qingmei saw that her thoughts were seen through by the man next to her, so she smiled embarrassingly: "If you want to join in the fun, then go and have fun. As for other things, don't worry about it!"

Although Zhao Qingmei said that the cloud is calm and the wind is light, but she still can't help but worry in her heart. He has been living among the people for many years, and it is not easy to survive. How can he have the leisure to practice painting skills? She is very worried that her husband will be killed by these nobles. They laughed, as for the honor of the prime minister's mansion?She doesn't care at all.

(End of this chapter)