Would You Like to Have a Drink

The entire hall was dead silent, with everyone except the prince and the three important ministers, all were kneeling on the ground honestly.

 

Upon hearing the report from the eunuch, Pei Qianxue couldn’t help but frown.

 

He had been sitting here all along, only to be constantly approached by people offering him toasts, which kept him occupied.

 

In the past, everyone knew that the Prime Minister of Great Yuan was stern and impartial. Even if they tried to engage in conversation, they would receive a cold but polite response.

 

Today was a great opportunity. It was the emperor’s birthday, and as long as it was a toast, most people would be mindful of the day and would not refuse. Even Pei Qianxue was no exception.

 

So when it came to the toasting segment, the ministers would first go up to toast with Emperor Yuan, and then take turns to have a drink with the three important ministers. Imperial Censor Xue and the Tai Wei were both old and would not really drink. Only Pei Qianxue had a long queue in front of him. Everyone wanted to establish some connection with this powerful newcomer. After all, he was a favorite of Emperor Yuan, a real confidant. Even if they couldn’t establish a relationship, it would be good to leave an impression.

 

Being entangled by these people, Pei Qianxue only had time to pay a little attention to the interaction between Zong Luo and Zong Ruichen.

 

When Zong Luo went out saying he wanted to get some air, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, let alone the fact that the former came back with a serious face and took Zong Ruichen away.

 

By the time Pei Qianxue finally got rid of the Right Xiao Ling who insisted on having a drink with him and kept recommending his legitimate daughter, the two were nowhere to be seen.

 

(t/n: Xiao Ling or Xiaoling-The name of the official in charge of the construction and repair of palaces and other buildings in the Han Dynasty)

 

There must be some urgent matter.

 

In the past, when such things happened, Jin Yu would always tell him at the first moment.

 

Pei Qianxue couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of loss in his heart, and then comforted himself that it was because Jin Yu had not yet recovered his memory, so he hurriedly bowed with his hand and said, “Your Majesty, this humble servant has something to say.”

 

Emperor Yuan said indifferently, “Speak.”

 

“Just now, this servant was always by the side of the Third Highness and the Eighth Highness. Later, it seemed that the Eighth Highness was not feeling well, so the Third Highness took him to the rear hall to find the imperial physician.”

 

Everyone was not stupid. It was only here that Zong Hongjiu was exposed to have been drugged, and the most suspicious, naturally, was the person who was not in the hall now.

 

Prime Minister Pei was after all a core member of the Third Prince’s party, and was also a close friend of Zong Luo, so he would inevitably speak for his friend.

 

At this moment, Imperial Physician Lin also spoke up. “There is such a thing. Just now, this old minister was diagnosing in the back hall, and the Third Highness brought Eighth Highness over, saying that the Eighth Highness’s stomach was not very comfortable. This old minister took his pulse and found that the Eighth Highness had eaten too quickly, causing his stomach to bloat.”

 

Since there were two people to testify, then it could temporarily offset this part of the suspicion.

 

However, in addition to the Third Prince and the Eighth Prince, the Crown Prince of Wei Country also disappeared.

 

At this point, Pei Qianxue did not speak.

 

He didn’t like Ye Linghan, who was proud and yet self-deprecating everywhere, and was willing to go all out.

 

Once such a person loses the rope that was hanging, he would become unscrupulous and unprincipled.

 

Although it was unclear why Jin Yu seemed to have taken Ye Linghan as his vassal, Pei Qianxue couldn’t say much due to the occasion and could only suppress his feelings.

 

But to speak for Ye Linghan, that was absolutely impossible.

 

Apart from him, no one else present could possibly vouch for the proton of the enemy country.

 

Emperor Yuan frowned, obviously recalling the Crown Prince of Wei who had been standing behind the Third Prince at the banquet today, and said coldly, “Go search.”

 

On the other side, Zong Luo, pulling Ye Linghan, chose a quiet and deserted place to run, easily flipping through the huge palace wall, and finally stopped in the Cold Palace.

 

There had always been experts personally attending to garrison duty in the imperial palace, so it was not suitable to be too arrogant, and it was best not to go too far.

 

They must go back. If they don’t go back, then tonight’s crime will be confirmed. Zong Hongjiu would go crazy with joy.

 

As for why the need to run, it is also obvious.

 

Since they dared to start in the hall where everyone was watching, it shows that the other party must have a backup plan. If they stay and confront each other in the hall, it would be just what they wanted. Anyway, leave first, solve Ye Linghan’s problem, and then go back to argue slowly.

 

In such a large palace, only the Cold Palace meets the conditions of being quiet and deserted.

 

Zong Luo ran all the way, and when he stopped, he realized that Ye Linghan’s condition had reached a critical point.

 

Now it’s December, and through the thick layer of clothing, he could feel the gradually rising temperature on the other person’s body. The whole person was sweaty as if he was fished out of the water.

 

Bang–

 

The prince in white kicked open a door of the palace, carefully tied it from the inside, bypassed the old furnishings with spider webs, and put the person on the ground.

 

“Ye Linghan, Ye Linghan? Can you still hear me speaking?”

 

Ye Linghan was now somewhat unconscious.

 

The medicinal effect of Mantingchun was too strong, and drinking it would only take a single stick of incense until the medicine took effect. Once the medicine fully took effect, the whole body would be hot and dry, making it unbearable. If it weren’t for Ye Linghan’s experience in the Ting Wei Mansion with more doses of Mantingchun than this, and forcibly suppressed it with internal strength, he’s afraid he would have made a fool of himself in the hall.

 

In the blurred vision, a clear and unparalleled face suddenly appeared in front of him.

 

The autumn frost-like moonlight shone in from the narrow window sill, further plating this person with an unattainable, snow-like divine light.

 

Only at this time, what he was full of worry about was himself.

 

Ye Linghan felt a twisted sense of satisfaction in his heart. This sense of satisfaction was so strong that the comfort he received in his heart actually outweighed the needs of his body.

 

Something sprouted from the rotten and humble dust.

 

Please look at me more, worry about me more.

 

When he could no longer control it, he finally managed to say, “Your Highness, last time in the Ting Wei Mansion, I had experienced it. Please lock me in the bedroom. I, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”

 

Ye Linghan’s chest kept rising and falling, and he spoke intermittently for almost half a minute.

 

Zong Luo was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

 

How to counteract an aphrodisiac? Everyone knows.

 

Even if this world is a fantasy world, there is no unscientific drug in old dog-blooded novels that requires yin and yang to be combined to be resolved, and Mantingchun is the same.