Ji Changli casually glanced at the rude Prince He, without intending to pursue it, and said calmly, "Let's have a banquet."
The cold voice spread throughout the Mingguang Hall, but broke the silence in the room.
The high eunuch's high-pitched voice broke everyone's thoughts, "Have a banquet┈" The palace maids carrying dishes filed in.
Their pale pink palace clothes were like a cloud on the horizon, and the jingling of accessories and music sounded, which was pleasing to the eye.
Melodious music filled the entire hall, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
The high-ranking ministers picked up the wine cups and came forward one by one to congratulate the Mid-Autumn Festival, while the ministers of lower rank sat down and watched the celebration in the room.
The Queen Mother sitting nearby suddenly said, "Emperor, this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is too deserted.
Why not call some dancing girls to help."
The soft voice lasted for a long time, with a hint of sweetness sliding down to the bottom of my heart.
The court fell silent for a while.
Over the years, Ji Changli promoted some new ministers, but there were still many old ministers in the court who were from the late emperor's time.
They were well aware of the great favor the Queen Mother had during the former court's reign, and they were even more aware of it.
Clearly aware of her downfall in the new dynasty.
The ministers couldn't help but shudder as they recalled the late emperor's admonishment of his young Majesty.
Everyone knew exactly why the late Emperor wanted to challenge His Highness the Crown Prince.
At this moment, no one dared to respond when the Queen Mother spoke out, and the place suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
Watching this scene, He Junwang put down his wine cup and was about to rescue the Queen Mother when he heard Ji Changli say lightly, "Yes."
The Queen Mother kept her eyes on Ji Changli.
When she heard this promise, she immediately turned her head and showed a light smile, "Thank you, Emperor, for your consideration."
The gentle smile is like the peach blossoms in March.
The thin petals are floating gently in the wind, falling on people's hearts, making people fascinated by the gorgeous color.
Ji Changli's expression suddenly turned cold, and there was an unreasonable layer of indifference in his voice, "No need."
The lower ministers watched this scene without saying a word.
The younger ministers frowned, as if they disagreed, but they did not come forward to confront him.
For the older ministers, the old gods were there, and the Queen Mother herself felt uncomfortable coming forward.
It was strange that no one really thought this was still the time of the late emperor, and everyone wanted to coax her.
Hearing Ji Changli's merciless words, the Queen Mother's expression paused, and then she showed a dignified smile, "The Ai family made a mistake."
There was an inadvertent grievance in his soft words, and even his dignified smile could see some laziness and casualness, as if he was acting coquettishly to the late emperor again.
Ji Changli put his hand on the armrest neither lightly nor heavily, and his voice was three points louder, "It is indeed wrong.
The Queen Mother also calls herself Aijia, so why should she attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet and meet the late Emperor in Jing'an Palace?
Wouldn’t it be better to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together?”
Aijia was originally the title of the royal woman who had recently lost her husband.
Since the Queen Mother liked to call herself Aijia, she always pointed out that she was a woman who had recently lost her husband.
So why not accompany her during such a festive season?
Living with a dead husband Such rude words made some young courtiers present unable to bear it any longer, but when they touched Ji Changli's eyes that were looking downwards, their enthusiasm was immediately poured down by the cold water on their heads, and they sat there in a daze. position.
Prince He clenched his fists tightly.
How could the royal brother scold his mother?
How could he do this?
The Queen Mother's expression completely changed, unable to maintain the smile on her face, she picked up a glass of wine, covered her face and drank it.
The clear wine moistened her plump lips, adding to her charm.
There was a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes, and her dark pupils were full of ruthlessness, completely different from the dignified and gentle look just now.
After drinking that glass of wine, she returned to her dignified appearance.
A slight blush floated onto her cheeks, and her red lips were still wet.
She glanced at Ji Changli, with a slightly hazy look in her eyes.
The laziness and casualness in the bones add to the charm.
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Ji Changli was not moved at all, and directly ordered Zuo Qi beside him, "The Queen Mother is drunk, send her back to Jing'an Palace."
The Queen Mother held her forehead and said lazily, "No need, the Ai family can go back on their own."
As he said that, he put his delicate jade hand on Nanny Cai's body and leaned towards her.
The ministers below looked at the Queen Mother's drunken state and all averted their eyes.
She was indeed a beauty who had been held in the palm of the hands of the late Emperor and pampered for more than ten years.
With such beauty, how can ordinary people lose weight?
There was a flash of disgust in the eyes of those scheming ministers.
Did this woman really think they were blind?
She used this trick on the late emperor and the same thing on today.
She was really shameless.
They looked at Ji Changli, whose eyes were clear, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.
Fortunately, His Majesty of this generation was very wise and was not confused by this woman.
Such a temptress, the late emperor actually insisted on making her his queen and went to great lengths to keep her safe after a hundred years, but she was eager to seduce his son.
The late emperor really Ji Changli looked at this scene and turned his head without hesitation, "Then the Queen Mother can go back by herself."
Zuo Qi returned to him.
The Queen Mother stiffened, then stood up and walked out of the palace as if nothing had happened.
Her figure swayed slightly, as if she were stepping on soft clouds step by step, with a 120,000-point charm.
The ministers watched her leaving figure, with a flash of obsession in their eyes, but they were shaken by the violent force on her legs.
Awakened by the pain, he turned his head and saw the gentle eyes of his wife.
The Queen Mother returned to Jing'an Palace in a drunken state.
The Mingguang Palace was too far away from the Jing'an Palace, so the Queen Mother did not take the train, so she could only walk back to the Jing'an Palace step by step.
When she stepped into that remote palace, her whole body was already dripping with fragrant sweat.
She lay lazily on the couch in the inner room.
Her vermillion palace dress was lifted up, revealing a white and tender arm.
On the inside of her arm, a blooming peach blossom was carefully carved.
She raised her wrist and smelled it carefully.
The gorgeous aroma suddenly filled her nose.
The aroma stimulated people's minds and plunged them into a lost country.
She curled up slightly, feeling waves of stimulation coming over her.
She gasped for air, and her crimson nails dug into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
The pain caused large drops of sweat to appear on her forehead, running down her wet temples and seeping into the delicate brocade.
Not long after, she came out of this pleasant feeling and curled up on the messy bed.
A corner of the brocade quilt fell to the ground and was stained with dust.
Her clothes were messy and could not hide her spring beauty.
The gorgeous and graceful woman revealed her undulating figure, like a peach blossom sticking out of the wall, gorgeous and debauched.
It's a pity that no one appreciates it.
She slowly opened her eyes, but there was no confusion in them.
She was still so calm.
Her soft murmur sounded in the palace, "Emperor, you really gave birth to a good son":