MTL - Restart the Protagonist’s Way of Survival-Chapter 71 feeding

Zhui Zhai—one of the six most noble dresses worn by the queen's wife.

Plain yarn, high-cross collar, pleated skirt, covered with red brocade, embroidered with white-bellied pheasant and small round flowers. White jade double pendants, Xuanzu double ribbons, the same as the emperor's uniform.

The hair accessories are paired with a crown of dragon and phoenix flower hairpins. Twenty-four tree flower hairpins are symmetrically inserted and worn on the top of the hair.

When Bai Qingyang stood in the Zichen Palace with this posture, everyone present, including Li Zichou, was severely amazed.

Bai Qingyang, with her face full of oriental classical beauty, combined with a set of queen's weaving in strict accordance with etiquette, with every frown and smile, she is so beautiful.

People could hardly look away, because she was so rare and stunning in the world; and they didn't dare to look directly at her blatantly, because even if the shock in their eyes leaked a bit more, it would be a blasphemy to her.

— Except for Yang Dejin, she stared at Bai Qingyang openly and aboveboard, and was once again overwhelmed by the heroine's beauty.

Yang Dejin: It's so beautiful...

Li Zichou was also watching.

"Your Majesty, don't look at it." Zhou Huaijin, who was following Li Zichou, reminded him in a low voice, "The court meeting is about to begin."

Only then did Li Zichou come back to his senses, he coughed lightly to hide the embarrassment of his lack of focus: "I see."

She nervously arranged the emperor's robes and black clothes to match the queen's clothes. It's just that the shape is much more complicated than the normal clothes she usually wears, and from time to time she wants to tear up the clothes and help the Jue Bian.

"Your Majesty's dress is already very docile." Li Zichou was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and Zhou Huaijin was so talkative that he had to remind her "intimately".

Li Zichou: ...I'm not nervous! Have you considered my feelings? !

She subconsciously glanced in Yang Dejin's direction, seeking some encouragement from her eyes.

As if knowing that Li Zichou was looking at her, Yang Dejin turned his attention to this side, and met Li Zichou's gaze.

Li Zichou: I'm so nervous!

Yang Dejin: Oh...

Li Zifu:?

Yang Dejin: This...is okay.

Li Zichou frowned, and pursed her mouth. She didn't understand the meaning of Yang Dejin's eyes, but she definitely wasn't trying to cheer her up...

None of his subordinates and bad friends could be trusted. Li Zichou took a few deep breaths before saying in a steady voice, "Let's go."

The civil and military officials no longer divided into two sides, and all rushed to the right side of the main hall to wait, and the seats on the left side were reserved for guests who came from afar.

Li Zichou walked through the royal road, climbed onto the white marble stack, and came to Bai Qingyang's side, followed closely by Zhou Huaijin.

In the grand tribute ceremony, the emperor and empress are in the same row, at the top, and the rest of the people are at the bottom, first the princes and emperors, followed by the princesses and concubines, and finally the ministers.

There is no concubine in the harem, and the only royal family living in the capital is Prince Yu, so only Yang Dejin is next to the head, far away from the ministers.

"Wai, are you nervous?" Bai Qingyang bowed in greeting.

Li Zichou nodded slightly: "A little bit."

Bai Qingyang: "I'm here."

Li Zichou: "Thank you..."

Zhou Huaijin sent her to the position of master, looked at all the civil and military officials who were in place, and whispered to Li Zichou: "Hurry up."

Li Zichou: ...What are you urging? ! It's annoying!

It is the first time for her to meet a foreign country, can you be considerate of her? !

Li Zichou glanced at Yang Dejin again, the other party had already started looking for Xie Zhi's seat in the ranks of officials, and didn't look at her at all.

Li Zichou: ...Girl, you already have a new love, right?

"Let's start directly." Li Zichou said resignedly after taking his seat.

Only then did Zhou Huaijin back down and return to his seat, the **** and **** shouted softly, "Officers, stand up and salute."

After the words fell, all the courtiers stood up and bowed in the direction of Li Zishou and Bai Qingyang:

"Your Majesty, please see Your Majesty the Empress. Long live Your Majesty. See Your Majesty the Empress. My Majesty is a thousand years old."

"All loves, please stand up." Li Zichou made a flattening motion.

"Officers, please take your seats." Seeing that everyone was seated, the **** shouted again, "The court meeting begins—"

As soon as this sound came out, the envoys from all ministries entered the Zichen Hall one by one.

"Xuan Nanzhao envoy—"

"The envoy of Nanzhao, on behalf of the King of Nanzhao and all the ministries of Nanzhao, pays high tribute to the Dasheng Monarch and his wife."

"The envoy of Xuanxi Turkic Department—"

"Di Yin of the Western Turkic Tribe, Ashina Que. Youxian King, Dunyugu. On behalf of the Turkic Yazhang, I pay homage to the Emperor Dasheng and Queen Dasheng."

"The Messenger of the Mohe Tribe—"

"..."

"The Uyghur envoy—"

"..."

…

Every time the **** called to a state, the corresponding envoy representative would enter the hall in response.

First, they worshiped the emperor and the empress, and extended greetings to the Dasheng court on behalf of the leaders of their respective tribes, and then presented the letter of credence and presented a gift.

Finally, after Li Zichou nodded, he took a seat on the left side of the hall.

The entry order of the envoys of each ministry is determined by lottery. The procedure is transparent and completely fair. Speaking according to luck will not make any tribal representative feel dissatisfied.

Coincidentally, Shuobei was the last to enter the arena after Yamatobe.

When the lottery results came out, Li Zichou didn't feel very good at the time: the finale, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed that she was going to give her a big one.

The servant eunuch: "The messenger of the Shuobei Khanate—"

I saw Yeludeira and Ayiguli stepping into the Zichen Hall together.

Jeluti wore a dark black double-turned narrow-sleeve Hu suit, stepped on long boots, and wore a white cloak over his shoulders. He still had braided hair in a brocade robe, looking tough and tough.

On his left is a bright woman in a crimson skirt, the sixth princess of Shuobei, Ayiguli. A piece of emerald brocade bound her uncontrollable waist. The blouse was slim and the skirt was flowing, making her figure tight and graceful.

As the youngest child and the only grown-up daughter of Shuobei Great Khan, Ayigul is deeply loved by Khan. He had been living in Wang Tingya's tent before, and it was rare for outsiders to see his true face.

Those blue eyes were full of aura, like Yue Jue hiding in a secluded cave, attracting people to peep.

If Bai Qingyang had the appearance of a typical Central Plains beauty, then Ayi Guli was purely exotic. Her attire is bright and flamboyant, with an unruly and free and easy style that women in the Central Plains do not have.

Yang Dejin originally came to see Xie Zhi, but when he looked at it, he saw Ayiguli. Ayiguli was so pretty, she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Yang Dejin only looked at Ayiguli from a distance on horseback when she went out of the city to greet her that day, and she hadn't met the Shuobei princess very often in the public post after that.

She has always admired beautiful women, as the ancients said, **** is also a matter of food and sex.

If Ayiguli felt something, her eyes pinpointed Yang Dejin, who was wearing conspicuous white clothes in the crowd, and smiled at her.

Yang Dejin: ...Oh my god.

Li Zichou looked at her as an idiot, with a disgusted expression: ... really worthless.

Bai Qingyang saw the way Li Zichou looked at Yang Dejin, and thought to himself: Even with a different face, these two people are still so hostile.

At the same time, Xie Zhi, who was watching Yang Dejin in the crowd, was inexplicably upset: ...I like that type, right?

Yeludeira seemed to know that everyone's eyes were focused on his sister at this moment, and he ignored himself as the leader, but he didn't care at all, which seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Then without changing his face, he calmly put his right hand on his left chest, then bowed slightly, and performed a prairie salute:

"The envoy of Shuobei, the third prince Yeludiela."

Yeludeira's voice stopped, and Ayiguri continued tacitly: "Princess Ayiguri, the sixth princess."

Then the voices of Yeludira and Ayigul sounded together: "On behalf of the Great Khan of Shuobei, I would like to extend my greetings to the Queen of Dasheng, the Queen of Dasheng."

Afterwards, the prince of Shuobei took out a parchment scroll from his arms: "This is my letter of credence from Shuobei."

Li Zichou and Bai Qingyang looked at each other, they didn't say anything, they just raised their hands and asked someone to go down to pick it up.

"The prince and princess have been working hard, how is Khan?" Li Zichou decided to greet him.

Jeludiala: "Please take care of the queen, everything is fine with the Khan."

Li Zichou said, "That's good." That's not good.

If the Khan in Shuobei had any troubles, she would feel happier, and the border of the province would send letters saying that she was harassed.

"Please take a seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Empress." Yeludira thanked politely, and then took Aygul to the side of the seat and sat down.

All the envoys here were seated, and Yang Dejin looked back over there, but when he turned around, he met Xie Zhi's gloomy eyes.

Yang Dejin was inexplicably guilty: ... What, what's the matter?

Xie Zhi stared at her expressionlessly: ...

Yang Dejin: ...

After several inefficient and time-wasting eye contact, Yang Dejin couldn't stand it, and took the lead to look away.

Meeting the envoys was just a simple banquet—it was said to be a banquet, but in fact, some melons, fruits and palace wine were placed in front of everyone's desk.

Now and again a toast is raised and then downed, but no one likes to feast on an occasion like this, least of all the hosts in heavy attire.

Bai Qingyang's quality is still there, facing such a grand event, he can still sit upright with ease. Li Zishou couldn't bear it. If it wasn't for her regular exercise, her back would be really difficult, and she was looking forward to the early end of the meeting every second.

Fortunately, apart from some polite sympathy and chatting, there was only drinking and drinking. Dasheng's courtiers and envoys from various ministries gathered together, chatted with each other over wine, and enjoyed the new song and dance of Jiaofang.

The dancers on the stage sang and danced, and the guests off the stage chatted happily. The atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious, and Yang Dejin was able to sneak to sit beside Xie Zhi's table.

Well, it was just walking past swaggeringly.

As a result, Zhang Shangshu, who was originally sitting next to Xie Zhi, and all the gentlemen moved their buttocks at the same time, wishing to stay away from Yang Dejin, an inefficient lamp.

Liang Jing, who was seated at the top of the front row, looked at it and snorted coldly: "How decent!"

Sitting next to him, Zhou Huaijin said in surprise, "Ah, Prime Minister Liang, the watermelon seeds are stuck to his face."

Liang Jing really believed it, and quickly wiped his mouth, but remembered that he hadn't eaten watermelon at all, and stared at Zhou Huaijin viciously, about to explode.

Zhou Huaijin spread out his hands: "Oh, I read it wrong."

Liang Jing: ...***!

Sitting in the back row, Ji Zhuilu looked at Yang Xie and Yang Xie who were diagonally ahead, with a complicated expression, and whispered to himself: "Your Highness really likes to cling to Xie Shilang..."

It happened that his colleague heard it, he was a military officer, he couldn't turn his head, so he couldn't hear the deep meaning in Ji Zhuilu's words, thought he was mocking Xie Zhi, and said bluntly: "Isn't it, these days they go in and out together, no Those who knew thought Xie Zhi was an official of the Prince's House."

Ji Zhuilu: ... what official? Why are you so confused? ?

This is not a normal boss-subordinate relationship!

Ji Zhuilu stopped talking to him, turned his head and secretly rolled his eyes: I'm sick!

Li Zichou held the wine bottle and looked at the mellow fermented rice in the cup to the light, but he couldn't help but glance in the direction of the seat in Shuobei from the corner of his eyes.

Xu Shi sensed that she was absent-minded, so Bai Qingyang flipped his jade fingers lightly, peeled off a round green grape, and raised his hand to Li Zichou.

A hand with sharp knuckles suddenly appeared in the field of vision, twisting a cool-colored grape. Li Zifu was taken aback, and then turned his gaze to see a beautiful face.

Li Zishou: "?"

Bai Qing raised his eyebrows, did not explain too much, and said a little uncompromisingly: "Eat." After speaking, he moved his hand closer, and was about to touch Li Zifu's lips.

Li Zifu opened her mouth subconsciously, and she didn't realize what happened just now until Qingti's sweet juice burst in her mouth.

Bai Qingyang... she actually feeds herself?

In front of the crowd, Li Zichou was a little embarrassed, and coughed lightly: "Thank you."

Bai Qingyang couldn't help smiling when he heard that awkward whisper.

Seeing the whole process of Ji Zhuilu: Oh, why is it here...

Yang Dejin, who also watched the whole thing:?

what about me? !

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