Chapter 82: Qionglin Banquet

Mu Hanzhang saw him open the subject again, frowning, and slowly twirling the tip of his hair with his thumb: "To see the champion, after the street is the Qionglin feast, why bother to look at the look back?"
"Isn't that different?" Jing Hao took the hairy tail from his hand and changed his finger.
Mu Hanzhang was teased by his childish behavior, holding the finger and shaking: "On weekdays, it is not for you to touch, why is it so painful every time you take a break? Young and greedy, old and guilty."

"This is not bad for me, who makes you always so tempting..." Jing Hao got on the pillow of his own king, whispering.
Mu Hanzhang opened his hand and pushed the hot-blooded head away: "Speak well, you raise those people, what do you want to do?"
"Wow!" Xiao Huang saw the master's movements, and also followed the face of the claws. The soft meat pad was shot on the face, and the fur in the claws was pressed against the nose, causing the scene to sneeze again.
Jing Hao grabbed the tiger, stuffed it into the bed, pressed the horn with his arm, and prevented it from drilling out: "It is a preparation, and it will not be used unless it is necessary."
"What are you preparing?" Mu Hanzhang did not intend to let him be so vague in the past. This private army is a hidden danger, and it is very costly. It is not a last resort. There is really no need to take this risk.
Jing Hao coveted and sighed: "I have been playing so many shackles these years, I have been playing from the northwest to the southeast, I have not lost a shack, I have not lost a city, and I have expanded my land for a thousand miles. You are the father, what do you think?"
Mu Hanzhang said: "You mean..."
The rabbit died, the dog was cooked, the bird was finished, the good bow was hidden, and the monarch of the dynasty was rarely tolerant to the military commander of the Gonggao, but Jingjing was the emperor, and could not escape the jealousy?
"In order for my brother to be able to climb the throne, I must hold a part of the military power in my hand. It is best to be the part of Jiangnan. I don't know how many years to delay. During this period, I don't know what will happen. I have to give them two reservations. Road." Jing Hao sighed, the last time that the return of the military power to let the people slaughter, can not happen again, even if it is the worst step, it must be protected.
Mu Hanzhang looked up at him and used the character of Hongzheng Emperor. Even though he is now fascinated by Jingjing, once there is a little threat to the movement of the imperial power, I believe that Mingjun will not hesitate to abolish this son. Born in the emperor's house, and lost the mother's shelter, there is no room for change between the monarch and the father, so Jing Xin's heart is always restless.
Seeing the anxiety on his face, Wang Jing smiled and pinched his face: "Don't worry, I am just in case, and now I have been careful, I will not go to that step."
Mu Hanzhang looked at him quietly, slowly scraping it over, and a kiss in the corner of the chuckled mouth: "Don't worry, I will look at you."
A simple sentence is better than a thousand words of comfort. After a long while, Jing Jing responded, and his own Wang Hao took the initiative to give him a kiss. Just a gentle kiss, how can you tell the joy of his heart? So, I rushed to prepare a kiss for my own king, "Wow!" Xiao Huang, who had been battling for three hundred rounds with the quilt, finally got out, and the fascinating scene suddenly slammed.
After the release of the list is the palace test, the ritual department in charge of Jing Hao will not leak any arrangements, no mistakes, to try to go to the palace on February 23, and then one of the three men to ride the high horses and horses to swim in the streets, Beijing is very lively.
"I heard that this time the Jinshi and the first are young talents, it is rare!" Huiweilou is on the main street of the capital. The location where the street can be seen has been booked early, and it is noisy in the morning. Say I talk nonsense.
"This is not the right thing to say. I heard that the second place is the old man. The champion and the explorer are young." Another person retorted.
Jing Hao had booked the best position early, and took his own Wang Shu to see the excitement.
"After a while, I have to rush to the Qionglin banquet. Why are you suffering?" Mu Hanzhang looked helplessly at the scene that looked out excitedly at the window, only to think that Xiao Huang, who was carrying the window probe, was very similar.
"I haven't seen the champion in the streets yet! It's rare to be in Beijing. You have to take a good look." In this elegant room, there are two of them. Jing Hao will not pay attention to anything, and he is still looking forward to it.
In a short time, there were drums and drums. Three people wearing red robes and crouching on the top of the horse came on the side of the Imperial Street.
"Jun Qing, you see, is that flower that was the surname of the horse that I met in the back of the building that day?" Jing Hao pointed to his own Wang Shu, and that day, Jun Qing’s words said that the group of sour books were speechless. The first surnamed Ma stood up and cheered, so Jing Hao had a certain impression on him.
Mu Hanzhang only came together, seeing the scenery of the face of the flower lang, really familiar, then nodded, and went to see the champion, I think that side face is also very familiar. Coincidentally, the top figure who walked in the front seemed to perceive the line of sight upstairs and actually looked up and just joined the line of sight of Mu Hanzhang.
How is he? Mu Hanzhang was a little surprised.
After the champion was able to see the face of Mu Hanzhang, he stared at him for a long while, until the horse passed the recollection floor and looked back.
Jing Jing suddenly felt that it was wrong, and said: "Do you know the champion?"
Mu Hanzhang nodded. Although he has not seen it for a few years, it should not be wrong to see the reaction of the person.
"Who is he?" Jing Hao dissatisfiedly held the face of his own Wang Hao, forcing him to turn his head and no longer see the champion.
"It was a classmate when I was young." Mu Hanzhang opened his hand that squeezed his cheek and explained. The name of the man is Qin Zhaoran. He is a distant relative of the North Weihou family. He was able to study in the Mu family study. He and his enrollment with Mu Hanzhang later went to the township to continue their studies. They have seen it again these years, but they did not expect it. In the middle of the champion.
"If you didn't marry me, which one is the winner?" It wasn't the old lover. Jing Hao stunned in his heart, and then resumed his smile. He took his family and went downstairs. "Come on, for a while. late."
A Jiajinshi is going to the Qionglin banquet, and the royal princes are all present, so both of them have to go. For his own arrogant behavior, Mu Hanzhang is very helpless and can only follow him.
The avenues are surrounded by the people. The two ride on the black, quickly drilled out of the alley and went straight to Qionglinyuan.
The middle of Qionglinyuan is a vast small cymbal named Huating. The emperor's princes are all sitting here, and one of the three sergeants has to be with the emperor.
When the two arrived at the flower pavilion, except for the Emperor Hongzheng, several emperors were waiting there, and Jing took a look at his brother and let them stand up quickly.
After a short time, Acer was coming, and everyone took the position after the ceremony.
The Qionglin feast is extremely important for the readers, so the rules are also very cumbersome, comparable to the world. Jing Hao sneaked yawning boringly, and was blindly stunned by Jing Jing. He had to sit down honestly and handed a pitiful look to his own family, Wang Hao.
Mu Hanzhang gave him a "love can help" look, and continued to sit elegantly.
The only interesting thing on the Qionglin banquet is probably that the flower buds are offering flowers. Let the singer Lang read the poems while picking one of the most beautiful flowers in the garden and present them to the emperor.
The name of the explorer was called Ma Zhuo, and he had a pair of smiling eyes. The Emperor Hongzheng ordered him to do the flower exploration. He must have thought that he was pleasing, and the flowers at the Qionglin Banquet were stronger than the old man of the second.
"Every year's flowers are given to you. This year's flowering lang is so rare that it is better to dedicate flowers to the prince of the prince." Acer Zheng smiled and stopped the action of Ma Zhuo's hand, and let him be dedicated to one of the princes.
The flower pavilion suddenly calmed down, and the original festive atmosphere became cold in vain.
Jing Jing, who was asleep, sat up straight, and looked at Jing Jing without a trace. Jing Hao apparently did not know why Hong Zhengdi suddenly made such a request. The hand hidden in the sleeve was quietly tightened. Repeatedly spread slowly, watching the response of the explorer.
The four emperors were also shocked, and they looked at Mao Guogong, who was opposite, and they were all confused.
Ma Zhuo’s sudden rise of cold sweat, this flower is not casually offered, and now the deposit is undecided, and it is not right for what is given. It is reasonable to say that the king who has no inheritance is the safest, but this is the irony. Become king...
Mu Hanzhang hangs his throat and thinks about the purpose of the emperor. Will it be that someone recently took the opportunity to ask the Prince to make a slap in the face and provoke the Hongzheng Emperor to be unhappy, only to beat some people by this matter? Just thinking, a flower that was open and shining was handed to him.
"The grass people admire Wenyuan Hou Caihua for a long time, this flower is dedicated to Hou Ye." Ma Zhuo smiled.
On the other hand, Li Cheng is also considered to be a half-prince, and it is actually the only literati in a group of public servants.
Jing Hao looked at the very quick response of the flower lang, secretly nodded, the four emperors breathed a sigh of relief, but Jing Hao was nervously watching his own Wang Hao, do not understand the good end, how this fire will burn to Junqing. The same worried look at Mu Hanzhang, there is a new section of the champion Qin Zhaoran.
"Exploring the beauty of the flower Lang, but it is disrespectful." Mu Hanzhang stood up, elegantly and calmly picked up the pink peony flower.
"With the talent of the chapter, I really don't lose the flower lang," the deep scorpion of the Emperor Hongzheng gradually smiled and gestured to the waiter to hand the cup to Mu Hanzhang. "This flower toast, you also drink it."
"Yes, the father of the emperor." Mu Hanzhang did not quit, respectfully gave a ceremony to Hongzheng, and took over the cup that Ma Zhuo handed over, and drank it.
The words of Hongzheng Emperor have raised the status of Mu Hanzhang. The hearts of the people are different, but the faces are all smiling, and the atmosphere of the cold has been warmed up.
Ma Zhuo retreated to the side, quietly rubbing the cold sweat of the palm of his hand.
Qin Zhaoran looked at the admiration of the imperial enemies, and his eyes gradually floated a touch of sorrow.
The author has something to say: 探花郎献花, I clearly remember this tradition, but I can't find the information, I can only edit it myself, cough, everyone should not be really good~
I said that 19 points were good, I was delayed, and I checked the information for a long time. I was too late to be sorry for everyone, and I couldn’t write a thick long t_t, tomorrow, double, and make a fist!
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