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Wei Heng didn't give Chu Yichen any face.
It¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t drink, and you even threw the glass away.
The atmosphere became even more tense, and everyone couldn't help but look at Chu Yichen.
At this time, should Prince Chu continue to be tolerant or should he just turn his back and leave?
Chu Yichen has never been humiliated like this before, and deep in his heart, it is impossible not to be angry, but he has always had a gentle and gentle image, and has never blushed in public, so it is impossible for him to get angry. of.
Chu Yichen retracted his hand and did not look at Wei Heng. Instead, he looked at Song Wan and said, "Prince Wei is drunk. Send him back to rest."
Chu Yichen took the initiative to step down to Wei Heng, maintaining his usual demeanor, and everyone followed suit to avoid Chu Yichen's situation being too embarrassing.
Song Wan took the opportunity to cover Wei Heng with his cloak and said softly: "Your Majesty, go back and rest."
Wei Heng's face was still red. He seemed to be really drunk. He stood up and chuckled softly: "Hypocritical."
The pavilion was very quiet. Although Wei Heng's voice was not loud, it fell clearly on everyone's ears.
Chu Yichen pursed his thin lips tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged a little. It was obvious that he was trying his best to control his anger, but he couldn't hold it back in the end. He shouted in a deep voice: "Wei Heng!"
"Um?"
Wei Heng responded lazily and raised his eyes to look at Chu Yichen, with some doubts in his eyes, as if he didn't know why Chu Yichen wanted to stop him.
With so many people watching, Chu Yichen could no longer give in and asked with a sullen face: "Who did you just call hypocritical?"
Wei Heng suddenly realized, his eyes curled up and he said, "I'll tell anyone who has a guilty conscience."
Chu Yichen secretly clenched his fist, feeling the urge to hit someone for the first time.
Just when the tension was at stake, Zhao Yi stood up and stood in front of the two of them. He said with a smile: "Brother Heng is drunk. He has been sick for these years. It is normal to speak harshly. Yichen has always been grand. Don't be a drunkard like him." General knowledge."
Wei Heng's body was similar to that of a porcelain doll, and everyone was afraid that he might do something bad if he entered the palace, so they all advised Chu Yichen to be patient.
However, only Chu Yichen saw that there was still provocation and ridicule in Wei Heng's eyes.
His hypocritical words were all about himself.
Chu Yichen was pulled to sit down. Song Wan helped Wei Heng fasten his cloak, bowed and left with Wei Heng.
After leaving Tianling Pavilion, the wind picked up outside and the temperature dropped a bit. Song Wan felt cold and subconsciously wrapped his cloak tightly around him. He turned his head and was about to ask Wei Heng if he was cold, but saw that his jaw was tense and his face was cold. The cold is even more biting than the thick snow on the mountains.
Having known Wei Heng for so long, Song Wan saw such a look on his face for the first time.
Cold, cruel, emotionless, and even mixed with a little resentment.
Who does he hate?
Do you hate the unfair fate that made him a sick child despite being born into a family of generals and prime ministers, or do you hate someone else?
Just as he was thinking about it, Wei Heng spoke calmly and asked, "Do you know how many generals the Wei family has produced?"
Song Wan immediately said: "Including the side branches, there are a total of fifty-six commanders."
This is a number that everyone in Zhaoling will keep in mind. Generations of sons and daughters of the Wei family have fought with their flesh and blood on the battlefield, thus protecting the stability of Zhaoling for more than a hundred years and preventing it from being invaded by foreign enemies.
Wei Heng laughed softly and said: "These are just the names recorded in the book. There are countless people who died in the dark, and their bones were not buried."
Wei Heng smiled very softly, both his smile and his laughter were filled with a weirdness that made people go numb.
Song Wan¡¯s heart was grasped by an invisible grasp, and it was inexplicably difficult to breathe. Compared to the dozens of lives of the Song family, Wei Heng seemed to be burdened with more.
The wind became stronger, making the cloaks rustle, the rime was blown away, and ice flowers rushed towards the face, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
Song Wan shrank his neck and found it difficult to even move forward. Wei Heng was also stimulated by the cold wind and coughed.
Song Wan was just trying to find a place to hide and wait until the wind calmed down before leaving, when Gu Yanting's tall figure appeared in front of him.
He is too tall and strong, and every step he takes is very heavy and steady, as if no matter how heavy the wind and snow are, he will become obedient in front of him.
Gu Yanting quickly walked up to the two of them. With him around, the wind was blocked by him.
Gu Yanting smelled the smell of alcohol on Wei Heng's body and the blush on his face, and asked Song Wan directly: "Is the prince drunk?"
Song Wan was not sure whether Wei Heng was really drunk, so he only said: "The wind is too strong right now, the prince can't stand the cold, and I want to find a place to go."p;Song Wan still felt cold and sat closer to the brazier.
In the evening, the palace people came to invite them to have dinner in the main hall. Wei Heng changed into a purple and gold unicorn embroidered coat, and asked Song Wan to tie his hair with a purple jade crown. When he went out, the wind and snow became even stronger. But Wei Heng insisted not to wear the cloak.
Song Wan followed him, and it was obvious that his steps were much lighter than usual, as if the illness that had troubled him for many years had been cured, and he would live like a normal person in the future.
The main hall is not very far from where they live. When Wei Heng arrived, there were already many people sitting in the hall. But as soon as Wei Heng entered, everyone stopped talking in a tacit understanding, and the eyes that fell on Wei Heng were very surprised.
Someone from the palace signaled to Wei Heng. I don¡¯t know who arranged it, but Wei Heng¡¯s position was next to Chu Yichen.
Chu Yichen was still wearing the moon-white clothes he had worn in the afternoon, as elegant as ever, but when Wei Heng walked up to him, he was compared to her.
Purple gold is originally noble and melancholy, but Wei Heng's skin is as white as jade, and his eyebrows have an indistinguishable beauty. Putting on this dress does not make people feel overbearingly noble, but instead gives off a strange freshness and elegance.
Wei Heng walked straight to Chu Yichen and sat down with a smile on his lips, as if he didn't remember the unhappiness a few hours ago at all.
The Winter Laurel Festival is a festival where boys and girls get together to show off their talents. Recently, everyone in the court has been busy with disaster relief. Zhao Qing did not attend today's dinner, and only the Queen presided over the overall situation.
The dinner was held separately for men and women as usual, separated by a beautiful ink screen. You could vaguely hear the excited and curious discussions of the daughter¡¯s family behind the screen.
The queen was also a little surprised by Wei Heng's arrival. When Wei Heng sat down, she said with a smile: "Brother Heng rarely went out in winter last year, let alone such a banquet. Why are you suddenly interested in participating this year?"
Wei Heng stood up immediately and said: "Back to the Queen, my health has not been good these years, and my chills are particularly serious. Fortunately, I asked a miracle doctor to help me recuperate a few days ago. It has gradually taken effect in the past few days, and I don't feel so bad anymore." When it gets cold, I want to go out and join in the fun.¡±
"Oh? I have also heard about the miracle doctor. The Queen Mother has been suffering from headaches. Can you please ask the miracle doctor to come into the palace to diagnose and treat the Queen Mother?"
The queen said what the children of the aristocratic families wanted to say in the afternoon. Wei Heng did not shirk and said, "I will send someone to the Duke's Mansion later to invite a miracle doctor to come into the palace to diagnose and treat the Queen Mother."
The queen nodded and saw Song Wan standing next to Wei Heng, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Song Wan was restlessly staying in Tingwei Mansion, why did he go to Wei Heng's side?
Just as he was thinking about it, Wei Heng said loudly: "I heard that during the Winter Laurel Festival in previous years, those who won the laurels in all the competitions would receive many awards. I have nothing lacking in the Duke's Mansion, but I have something on my mind recently. Please, if I can win the crown during the Winter Laurel Festival this year, I wonder if the Queen can agree to my request."
After Wei Heng entered the hall, the sound of discussion had been suppressed a lot. Now when they heard him speak, everyone looked at him curiously.
Wei Heng rarely went out to play once, and made an unprecedented request. If it were an ordinary person, he would agree without even thinking about it. However, the queen was very cautious and said with a warm smile: "Brother Heng, let's talk about it first. If I Gong Neng is in charge, so it doesn¡¯t matter if you agree.¡±
Wei Heng said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave me Song Wan, Gu Xiaowei's maid, a few days ago. I have been well served by her these days, and after she came, my health gradually improved. I feel that this woman If it can bring me good luck, I would like to ask the Empress, for the sake of the Duke's Palace, to exempt her from slavery and let her regain her freedom."
The whole house was in an uproar.
The Song family committed a serious crime at that time. Although all the male members of the Song family were beheaded, Song Wan, a delicate little girl, could not afford to have any trouble. Wei Heng was too bold to plead for Song's freedom in public at this time.
The queen was slightly stunned. She did not expect that Wei Heng would make such a request. She glanced at Chu Yichen subconsciously. Seeing that Chu Yichen only frowned slightly and did not react much, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, regained her composure and said, "Brother Heng I like this maid, so I can reward her with some money. Why do I mention this suddenly? But what did she say to Brother Heng?"
There is something in the queen's words, suggesting that Song Wan is flirting with the Lord behind his back.
Song Wan immediately knelt down and said, "Please be clear to the Queen, I will never dare to teach His Highness the Crown Prince to do things."
Wei Heng did not panic, looked at the Queen frankly, and said: "Song Wan never made any request. The reason why I interceded for her was entirely because she was worthy. As for the reason, His Highness the Crown Prince also knows, if the Queen is If you don¡¯t believe it, you can ask His Highness the Crown Prince for confirmation.¡±
After Wei Heng finished speaking, everyone¡¯s eyes fell on Zhao Ying.
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