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"Brother Mo's clothes are still so casual." Zhao Shu cupped his wine cup to Ji Hao and said with a faint smile on his face.

Zhao Qingyan held the cup with one hand and nodded slightly, gulping it down. "I've always known it. It's rare to see myself so free and at ease for a few years."

"Young Marquis, you are also one of the emperors. Aren't you taking etiquette too seriously if you don't wear a python's robe in such a grand occasion?"

Zhao Baiyi said, "I still don't remember any laws of the Song Dynasty that allow subjects to judge the prince."

"Cyan Wing, don't talk too much." "Yes, sir," the messenger said flatly as he took some food and put it in his mouth. Zhao Baiyi was slightly startled. He didn't understand his father's sudden attitude for a moment, but he obeyed and didn't say anything more.

Zhao Shu said, "What Yun Yi said is reasonable. You officials have overstepped your boundaries." The few people who had spoken earlier acknowledged in unison. Seeing that Zhao Qingyan did not pursue the matter, they started to scrawl on the ground.

Zhao Qingyan said with a faint smile, "Royal brother, you are too serious." He finished the entire pot of wine in a few gulps, then waved his hand towards the court lady, "The wine has dried up. Help me change a jug."

Zhao Shu laughed. "It's been a long time since Brother Mo has had such a good drink, but what's the good news?"

Zhao Qingyan laughed and said, "Imperial brother is joking. How can a few pots of wine be considered as great drinks? Coming to the forum to drink could be considered as having a good drink. However, it's just borrowing alcohol to dispel my worries, how can I possibly be happy about it? " With this said, the scene instantly turned cold. Several princes revealed dissatisfaction on their faces.

Zhao Shu was also stunned and quickly smiled, "Brother Mo, what are you saying? It's all jubilation tonight. Where's the worry coming from?" At most, this song and dance is boring, and my skills are not even a tenth or so better than Mo Di's. " His words seemed to be a joke, but he was secretly criticizing Zhao Qing's words.

"Your Imperial Brother has never heard me boast about the banquet. How do you know who will win between me and the musicians?" Zhao Qingyan's eyes were filled with drunkenness as she asked with a smile.

Zhao Shu hesitated slightly, but the Empress only opened her mouth and said, "Then you'll know the difference if you play a song or not." As a prince, how could Zhao Qingyan hold the zither for others and compare himself to a musician? That was a huge insult to Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Shu quickly said, "Brother Mo, Imperial Mother is joking. Don't take it seriously." Due to the empress's face, it was inconvenient for them to say anything more.

Zhao Qingyan narrowed her eyes and smiled. She grabbed the wine jug from the servant and poured it down. He raised his head and caught the cup of wine, spraying it everywhere, wetting the scattered strands of hair on his cheeks. More wine flowed down his lips, flowing through his well-defined chin and neck, wetting the front of his clothes, dyeing his luxurious clothes a deep blue.

The pot of wine finally emptied. Zhao Qingyan smacked his lips as if he didn't want to stop. He casually threw away the pot of wine and stood up shakily against the table. His wide sleeves and loose long hair swayed gently, making people dizzy. He squinted at the crowd of guests. His drunken eyes were no longer deep. Instead, they seemed frivolous and seductive along with the mist of his drunkenness.

Normally, the young prince was quiet and humble, but right now, he seemed to be free and easy, as if he wanted to draw his sword and dance with it.

Before the crowd could recover from their shock, Zhao Qingyan flipped the table and staggered to the center of the hall. He raised his left hand and pointed at the man in front of him. They all spoke of righteousness, righteousness, courtesy, and wisdom; they all said that they were the ones who favored others, had no respect for the law, and had committed acts against their own interests. Right? Alright, you're quite right. Then today, Ben … This King will let you all see what it means to be a pampered and undisciplined person? "

He raised his head, stretched out his arms, and began to spin on the ground with messy steps. He laughed, as if he was crying and roaring with anger, but in the end, all he could hear were sharp laughter that sounded like he had gone mad.

"But to seek peace for a few years, to seek unassailable and uncontested, to avoid far disputes, is that also an extravagant request? I am my secret envoy, yet you want to force me to leave, and yet you accuse me of murdering a comrade … I can't afford it! He couldn't afford it! I have to give way repeatedly, how long are you going to force me to stay in the Puppet Palace? I used all my strength and gave up on my legs. I gave up on them again and again … Can't you leave me a place to live for a few years? I don't want anything, I don't want anything, okay? You're going too far. "

He sang one line, one sentence, one sentence, and one sentence. He jumped and danced in a frenzy. Her hair fell out and her clothes were a mess. The long hair that reached her waist was spread out behind her back like a piece of satin, and her lips had turned blood-red at some point, making her white teeth seem ghastly white. Her phoenix-like eyes were angrily opened, reflecting the scarlet red candlelight.

How to describe it? A monster?

Lu Sobbing couldn't help but think of this phrase. Her lips slightly curled up as she quickly used her wine cup to block the sight. She secretly looked around to make sure that no one was paying attention to her movements before secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

Duke Huan snapped out of his daze and said with heartache, "Mo'er, calm down. Be careful of your body."

He didn't even realize that he had vomited blood, much less where his mouthful of blood had landed. He rubbed his nose, stood up whimpering like he was sneezing, looked left and right, took two steps straight, and fell to the side like a puppet with its strings cut. He shouted out "Ah, it hurts!" and rolled on the table lightly. He raised his head and stared at the court official with an innocent expression, "Do you think I would be afraid if someone wanted me to die?"

"No, I won't..."

"What about you? Zhao Qingyan ignored the greasy soup and stumbled in front of another person. Before he could finish his sentence, he spat out another mouthful of blood. The blood filled the table and his body fell backwards.

"Ha ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ha!" Zhao Qingyan stretched out his arms and laid on the ground. As he looked at the lantern above him, his eyes regained some clarity, and he laughed like a madman, almost letting out a breath and coughing a few times. He then wiped the blood off his lips and laughed again. If the heavens are heartless and do not let me live, how can I retreat to the heavens? "

He slowly got up and laid on the table that he had been lying on before. With a sorrowful look in his eyes, he looked at the person who had been scared witless: "No, I am scared, especially scared. I want to live, I really don't want to die. "

With a flick of her hand, the jade piece fell from her finger to the ground with a crisp sound. Ren Zong looked at him with a deep look in his eyes, unable to read his thoughts. Zhao Shu, on the other hand, did not notice that someone was looking at her.

The Queen opened her mouth, but was speechless.

"Yun Mo!" Brother Mo! Please! "Stop messing around!" Zhao Baiyi snapped out of his daze and went forward to support Zhao Qingyan.

Seeing his son walk over, the king immediately said in a deep voice, "Help him out, he's drunk."

"Yes!" Zhao Baiyi replied repeatedly. He hugged Zhao Qingyan and dragged him out of the hall.

"Second brother, let go … …" I'm not leaving. I'm not done yet! "I also …" The crying and struggling suddenly stopped. He rolled his eyes and fainted straight away.

"Yun Mo!" The sound of tables and chairs being overturned rang out. Lu Sobbing's face was pale white, as if she had just awoken from a great dream. She did not care about the looks everyone was giving her as she ran to Zhao Qingyan's side, her eyes filled with fear and concern, "Wake up." He felt his pulse as a gurgling sound came from his throat. The immense fear rendered him speechless for a moment.

Ren Zong opened his mouth. "Call her an imperial physician!"

Lu Sobbing gritted her teeth, stomped her feet and chased after him.

Zhao Shu stared at the fresh blood in front of him, his eyes trembling. His face was pale. Yu Ren and the rest were also shocked by this sudden fright. They fell into silence for a while, and no one uttered a single sound.

The messenger king stood up and bowed deeply, "I, your servant, do not believe that his mental state is suitable for representing me, the Great Song, as a prince. I hope that your royal brother can revoke his title as a prince."

The Qi King stood up and cupped his hands, "Your servant humbly requests that Your Majesty discard his title of prince. In such a situation, it is absolutely unsuitable for us to continue to hold the title of 'Prince'. "

Duke Huan immediately stood up, looking exceptionally anxious, "This subject thinks that Mo'er's words and actions are improper and should be punished, but as he is drunk and not the way he is acting, I hope that royal brother can punish him lightly. This waste is too heavy."

Seeing that the Ren sect did not say anything, Duke Huan kneeled down and said loudly, "Please reconsider, royal brother."

Both the messenger and the Qi King kneeled down and said in unison, "This is a huge issue. I hope that royal brother (your majesty) can reconsider and come to a conclusion."

After a moment of silence, Ren Zong slowly asked, "What are your thoughts on this matter?"

The marquis of the Trojan Horse immediately got up and kneeled down. "This official thinks that the words of the two princes are complicated, but after receiving such a blow, it is only logical for him to cause trouble and thus, the words of the two princes are incorrect. This official humbly requests that Your Majesty first investigate and then punish us. " He knew that the Qi King was admonishing him in order to avoid suspicion or to save his son, so he should take the risk of admonishing him and try his best to get the best out of it.

The Qi King was shocked to see him braving the wrath of the Holy Emperor. The four of them had known each other for a long time, so their words naturally had less scruples. But the duke of Trojan Horse didn't know about this, yet he dared to speak first. It wouldn't be wrong to say that he was risking his life to admonish them.

Noticing the change in the Qi King's expression, Ren Zong knew what it was, and his face darkened, "Does Mu Aiqing know what she's saying?"

The duke of Trojan Horse lowered his eyes. He didn't waver in the slightest as he replied, "Yes. This subject knows what I have said. Please reconsider, Your Majesty."

"This subject thinks that the marquis' words are perverse. The crown prince was originally a relative of the emperor, yet he disgraced himself in front of the emperor. This is even more inappropriate."

"Prince, please show me the style of the Song Dynasty, but you can't ruin my Song Dynasty's reputation for personal reasons!"

"Young Marquis, you are still young and you can't help but have a troubled mind. How can you let a moment of error cause you to lose your entire life?"

"From this, I should know how disrespectful he is to the Son of Heaven. How could he be allowed to act so arrogantly?"

… ….

Zhao Xu kept looking at the door that Zhao Qingyan had left from. He suddenly gritted his teeth, stood up, and was about to leave. Zhao Shu grabbed his arm and frowned. "Where are you going?"

Zhao Xu said, "I'm going to look for Seventh Uncle."

Zhao Shu said, "This is not something you should care about. Sit still and don't act rashly."

Zhao Xu struggled a few times, then lowered his voice and said with a serious expression, "Father, let me go. I'm going to find Seventh Uncle."

Zhao Shu squeezed his hand a few times and said word by word, "No, sit tight. You're not allowed to go anywhere."

Zhao Xu laughed coldly, then gave up struggling. "Fine, I won't move."

Zhao Shu knew that his son resented him for this, but he could only sigh. He slowly let go of his son's hand and didn't try to defend himself.