The strategy target Wei Ji?
Not only was the prince not afraid of such a supernatural thing, but he was also very interested.
He had also read a few books of ghosts and anecdotes, and the stories were revealed in reality. He wanted to find out what the little bee and the light board were.
He rubbed his chin with his index finger, and the cold emerald jade brushed against his skin, giving him a slight cold feeling that kept him awake.
The prince pondered over and over the meaning of those words, and he felt a little more certain in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel pity.
The niece of Mrs. Chao Guogong was probably frightened since she was a child and did not dare to talk to anyone, so she developed a withdrawn and lonely character.
Look at those so-called "tasks", he was ashamed even as a man.
Zhen Qingyin, a wealthy young lady who had been reading Three Obediences and Four Virtues since she was a child, and reading "The Story of the Martyred Girl", was probably scared to death, let alone approaching him.
Speaking of which, he had known the eldest daughter of the Zhen family for at least ten years. He had met her many times, but he had no impression of her. He only remembered the lower half of her face.
He remembered that her diamond-shaped lips were often pursed and her chin was somewhat pointed.
She always lowers her head, sits in a corner, or stands in a crowd of people due to her lack of stature. She does not fight or fight, is inconspicuous, and is easily ignored by others.
Every time he saw her salute, his mind would spin several times about interpersonal relationships.
The aunt who was married to his uncle Chao Guogong for the second time was named Yin. The mother of the eldest daughter of the Zhen family was also named Yin. The children of the Zhen Shilian family, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, were from the younger generation.
Zhen Qingyin's name contains the surname of Zhen Shilang, the surname of the Qing generation of the Zhen family, and the surname of Mrs. Chao Guogong.
Only in this way can I remember her name: Zhen Qingyin.
What does strategy mean?
The prince thought, what is the reward for completing the task?
But Zhen Qingyin always sat still, either eating vegetables or drinking wine.
He stared at her for a long time, but she didn't even look at him once.
At this moment, she had finished a glass of wine, held the flask in her slender hand, and poured herself another glass.
The prince looked at her and drank half a cup in small sips.
He snorted lightly.
There is no hope in counting on her.
Ten tasks, I don’t know when that little bee posted them, but she didn’t do any of them, and she didn’t even dare to try them.
A timid and honest little lady.
The imperial concubine noticed that her son was looking straight at the ladies' table, his eyes fixed on him, and she was amused, so she quickly winked at Feng Youxi.
Feng Youxi was the prince's personal eunuch. He was good at observing people's emotions. He bowed his waist and asked: "Your Highness, which noble master do you want me to feed you?"
The prince narrowed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, and said vaguely: "Gu, I'm drunk."
"Your Highness..."
"Get the sword."
Feng Youxi hesitated.
Your Highness is drunk, what are you doing with your sword? Which distinguished guest was injured? It’s hard to explain to His Majesty and the ministers!
"Go, do you want to say it a second time alone?"
Feng Youxi's heart trembled.
It is said outside that His Highness is as gentle as jade and a humble gentleman. Only those who serve around him know that his palace is deep and his subordinates are extremely strict.
Weapons in the palace are strictly controlled, and there are a few unedged swords in the queen's palace.
Feng Youxi picked the one with the thickest blade.
The prince drew his sword, weighed it, and glanced at him with a half-smile.
Feng Youxi shrunk his neck, bowed his waist and took two steps back.
The palace banquet was quiet for a moment.
The guests were frightened, fearing that the prince would become drunk and crazy.
The queen asked lovingly: "What is the prince doing with the sword?"
The imperial concubine also looked over.
The prince saluted with gentle eyes: "Mother, mother, concubine, it is freezing today, many young masters and daughters still come to the palace to congratulate my son on his birthday. I am grateful, but I don't know how to express it. I want to dance with a sword to express my gratitude. .”
The young ladies were in high spirits and looked at the prince shyly, as if the prince was dancing the sword for them.
Some of the gentlemen didn't even dare to say it, and some cheered loudly.
The queen's heart dropped to her stomach, and she smiled and said, "The prince is interested, go ahead and let Wei Yi accompany you."
Wei Yi was proficient in music, so he stood up without hesitation and asked generously: "What kind of music would your Highness like to play as accompaniment?"
"House of Flying Daggers."
Wei Yi said hello and asked someone to bring the pipa.
No one was drinking or eating anymore, and everyone was watching the prince's sword dance attentively.
Wei Yi's hand produced an afterimage, and the prince's sword also produced an afterimage.
It was obvious that the prince's steps staggered from time to time, and he was obviously a little drunk.
The prince was drunk, and he danced with a sword so vigorously that the disciples of the aristocratic family even more admired him.
The young ladies' eyes were burning, and their admiration almost overflowed from their eyes.
Everyone seemed motionless as if they had been cast a restraining spell, with only one pair of eyes following the movement of the prince's vigorous figure.
Zhen Qingyin had just picked up half of the remaining wine and was about to drink it when the prince came out.
She didn't drink it, but when she put it down, she felt that her actions might be eye-catching.
My arm felt sore when I raised it, and I was about to lower it quietly.
The prince suddenly stumbled, and the sword flew out of his hand, grazed her elbow, penetrated the screen behind her, hit the wall with a clang, and fell to the ground with a clang.
There was a great uproar at the banquet.
The sound of the pipa suddenly stopped.
"Come back!" The prince came after the sword, stopped beside her, grabbed the wine cup from her mouth, raised his head and drank it all, "Good wine!"
A young eunuch picked up the sword, knelt at the feet of the prince, and raised the sword with both hands.
The prince placed the wine cup heavily on the table, grabbed the sword, and without even looking at Zhen Qingyin, he said boldly: "One more song! This time it doesn't count! Wei Yi..."
He was holding the sword, his steps became more and more unsteady, and he stumbled.
It's really outrageous. The queen stroked her forehead and said hurriedly: "The prince is drunk. Why don't you help the prince to rest in the side hall? Heat up a bowl of sobering soup and serve the prince to drink it."
"Yes, the Queen." Several eunuchs came forward, half dragging and half dragging, and helped the prince away.
The prince shouted that he was not enjoying himself. Before leaving the house, he glanced at Zhen Qingyin with his dark eyes.
Mission accomplished.
What's the reward?
