A whisper and chuckling came from the crowd, but everyone turned to look at the seat of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion - it was empty and Di Yang was not there.

"Okay." Sun You whispered softly, "Where is Di Yang?"

"Go back to your Majesty, I am here."

A gentle male voice with a bit of laziness came from the depths of the peach forest. Di Yang carried a bamboo rake on his left shoulder and a corner of his clothes in his right hand, as if he was holding something in his arms, and slowly walked into everyone's sight.

Among the fallen heroes, Di Yang had a wide sleeve and long dress. His eyebrows were lowered, as if he was not smiling. There was a little cinnabar mole in his eyebrows, like an immortal walking out of the painting.

The person's posture is like the orchid, and the person's posture is like the pine tree.

Cen Lingju frowned slightly.

When Di Yang walked up to him, Cen Lingju looked at him carefully again and asked coldly, "Where is your seat?"

Di Yang smiled and let go of his long clothes with his right hand, so the things in his arms fell down - they were countless peach blossoms, with petals stacked, like snow on the summer night.

Tonight, the illusion peach forest outside Xuanzheng Hall was created by gathering the power of all the illusionists in the inner court. The branches and petals are lifelike. Not only that, there is also the power of fireflies in the petals. Whenever the wind blows or someone gently collides, they will emit faint fluorescent lights.

The instantaneous pouring brought a light white light, illuminating Di Yang like a jade man.

He leaned over among the pile of flowers without saying a word, and fired fire again.

"This flower is my seat tonight." Di Yang said with a smile.

"That's it?" Cen Lingju snorted and was about to speak, but when she turned her head, she saw Sun You's gaze slightly bright, as if full of surprise and admiration.

Looking at everyone around, their expressions became a little subtle - especially the old ministers who were still sitting there, with gentle expressions similar to Sun Youwei appearing on their faces.

Feng Yan couldn't help but sigh—it turned out that he was carrying a bamboo rake on his back and was here to sweep the fallen flowers in the colony...

What a wonderful person.

Cen Lingju looked at everyone in a panic. She turned to Di Yang and pointed to the pile of flowers under his seat and said, "You flowers... You flowers are so beautiful that you will be nothing when it dawns tomorrow!"

Sun You on the imperial throne sighed slightly, and Cen Lingju's words suddenly aroused her sorrow.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, today's boy will grow old tomorrow... Life is like this peach blossom flower, only in a moment."

"It's not bad for just a moment." Di Yang continued softly, "Ji Dong wrote "Six Envy Songs" back then, missing the past when he missed the relationship with his mentor Miaowei Taoist, which revealed the essence of this period of time."

Cen Lingju snorted, "...What is "Six Envy Songs", here is all about some things."

Di Yang laughed, "Have you heard of it?"

"So what I've heard, but what I haven't heard. It's all because of you sour literati, and I don't care about it!"

Di Yang raised his head, looked straight ahead, and spoke softly.

"I don't envy the golden jar, I don't envy the white jade cup. I don't envy the morning and the evening entering the Taiwan. I admire the water of the West River and once descended to Jingling City.

"The Taoist Miaowei was so ill that he could not get upset. His beloved disciple Ji Dong was far away from the sky and could not serve his sickbed. Soon, the news of Miaowei's death reached Ji Dong. Ji Dong was sad and wrote this song, missing the time he spent with his master day and night, and even envied the water of the West River. After all, they could rush towards Jingling City.

"Tonight with Your Majesty and You, you can enjoy a happy night with candles. It is because it is quickly decayed, so it is precious."

As soon as this said, the others couldn't help but look at Cen Lingju's mother-of-pearl treasure mat again. Looking at it again, the more meticulous the treasure mat was, the more inferior it became.

Di Yang's move uses "quick decay" to fight "permanent" and uses "natural" to suppress "carving".

Everyone sighed.

Not so sexy...

This is really slutty.

During the meal, Chen Ming suddenly felt a little ominous. He looked at Di Yang's flower in the air and for some reason his right eyelid twitched.

"What is the quick decay, what a crooked poem?" Cen Lingju scolded, "As a great time today, you just want to say such unlucky words, who is trying to win over the fun of-"

"Come." Sun You interrupted Cen Lingju's words softly. Everyone looked at the empress, but she looked at her calm expression and a little calm smile. "Prepare a separate seat for him in front of the Duke of Zhenguo's flower."

Cen Lingju was like a thorn in her throat for a moment, and she couldn't say a word.

The two palace servants quickly brought a food case and placed it in front of Di Yang.

"Give wine." Sun Youwei smiled again, "This fast-decaying flower is the best place tonight... I think no one has any objections, right?"

Everyone bowed, "I am so impressed."

Floating light smiled, walked to Di Yang with red wine and placed the imperial wine on his meal table.

Di Yang bowed and knelt down, "Thank you Your Majesty to reward me. I dare to ask you again, I wonder if I can give one of these pots of wine to others?"

After hearing this, Cen Lingju's expression was slightly calmer - if Di Yang was willing to divide the piaowu equally today, it would be considered as his initiative to show his goodwill. She could consider not pursuing this matter today.

"Think it clearly," Sun You smiled, "These two pots of red wine are my treasures for many years... There is no more in the palace."

"I understand."

"Since you have been given, I will deal with it." Sun You whispered softly, "Who do you want to give it to?"

Cen Lingju took a deep breath - if Di Yang wanted to add wine to himself, it would be a good thing.

She can temporarily tolerate the stolen limelight tonight.

Cen Lingju quickly passed through her mind for a while, but before she could breathe out, Di Yang spoke.

"I want to give it to Wei Xingzhen, the chief assistant of Fengge. I heard that he had a wedding a few days ago. Unfortunately, I was not in the capital of God at that time and could not drink Lord Wei's wedding wine..."

As he said that, Di Yang got up with a wine pot and walked towards the seats of Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan with a smile.

"... Today's beautiful scenery, I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha. I just thought it was me who added the gifts," he put the wine pot on the table of the two with one hand, "I wish you all a happy marriage and a long life together."

Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen were both surprised. They stood up at the same time and nodded again, "Thank you for the wine of the Duke."

Di Yang sighed, "This name...it makes me call it forty years old."

Seeing this, the officials nearby stood up and bowed to Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen to express their joy.

For a moment, congratulations to the newlyweds rang one after another.

Feng Yan recognizes not every face of these people.

Some of them are mocking in their hearts, some are envious, and some are just speaking casually, but everyone's faces are the same warm smiles and their eyes are filled with sincere glimmers.

Feng Yan looked at these faces and suddenly remembered a past when she was young.

When she was eight or nine years old, she lay on the wall of her house and watched her mother hold a tea banquet in the yard. After the banquet was over, she ran to her mother and reminded Li seriously that the lady who had just laughed the most was the worst-sighted one, and that her mother would not invite her again in the future.

Li was extremely surprised and asked Feng Yan how he could see it. Feng Yan made some mistakes, and Li hugged her daughter and praised her for being smart and meticulous.

However, at the next tea banquet, the lady was invited to the banquet. Feng Yan didn't understand and asked her why she wanted to invite her to the mansion again.

That day, Li held her hand and walked slowly in the garden, and told her that although the lady was mean-minded, she could make everyone laugh in just a few words. Since she joined the spring tea banquet, everyone's laughter never stopped.

"But she is a bad person." Feng Yan emphasized.

"It's not that easy to tell whether it's good or bad." Li smiled, "As long as she doesn't do anything bad, she doesn't have to pursue any thoughts or thoughts in her stomach."

At that time, Feng Yan didn't understand what this was. She only knew that when the bad-hearted lady passed by her, she felt as uncomfortable as a needle and a bayonet.

Good and bad are so clearly distinguished by her that she cannot ignore them.

However, today, Feng Yan looked at everyone's eyes and the chaotic seven emotions floating around them. She finally thanked these people in turn with the same smile.

It turns out that this human favor game is played like this...

Today, at this moment, she finally understood something.

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Chapter completed!