Na Tuo promised Marquis Pingyang that he wouldn't attend the annual festival and would only go after everything was done.
He immediately sent someone to the palace to inform King Huyi.
He said that he was seriously ill and couldn't go.
King Huyi didn't blame him when he found out.
He also ordered two imperial physicians to go to the Third Marquis' residence to check on Na Tuo to see if he was seriously ill.
The annual festival would begin at the end of the night.
However, many officials in the imperial court had already entered the palace one after another in order to avoid being late.
Some of the famous and noble young ladies in the city were also allowed to enter the palace to attend the annual festival.
To them, this was a kind of honor!
At that time, the palace would be filled with fireworks and it would be very lively.
It was also a good opportunity to build connections and expand them.
Everyone wanted nothing more than to squeeze their way in.
Song Zhi woke up early in the morning and wrote couplets in his room.
He wrote a lot.
So many that there wasn't enough space on his desk!
The happy couplets were written neatly and forcefully.
They were better than those bought outside.
The maids who had been taking care of him had long admired him when they saw him write poems and calligraphy. Now that they saw him writing couplets in his room, they all gathered around to watch.
They were infatuated!
Other than being knowledgeable, Song Zhi was also very handsome.
He exuded the aura of a scholar.
He was well-liked by women.
Moreover, he had a good temper and treated people with sincerity.
The maids beamed with joy.
They looked at the couplets and said, "Young Master Song, your writing is really good."
"Can you give me one too? I want to stick it on the door and look at it every day. "
"Young Master Song, give me one too."
"I told Young Master Song first. You should give it to me first."
"Give it to me …"
…
The maids were fighting to be the first to ask Song Zhi to write couplets for them.
In order to appease the flames of war, Song Zhi agreed to all of them.
So, he wrote from morning to afternoon.
The maids were overjoyed with the couplets in their hands.
It was New Year's Eve anyway. Song Zhi thought that it was not wrong to make them happy and that he was tired.
Seeing that it was almost time, the housekeeper rushed over and said, "Young Master Song, His Highness has ordered you to attend the annual festival in the palace today. Get ready, the carriage is waiting outside."
Annual festival!
Song Zhi finally reacted.
Last time, Na Yan had insisted that he enter the palace to participate in the annual sacrifice, and he had been forced to agree. These past few days, he had not been able to find an opportunity to tactfully decline.
It had dragged on until now.
He was in a dilemma.
He asked the housekeeper, "Can I not go?"
"This … His Highness has already given his orders. Young Master Song, please don't make things difficult for us."
"Why would I make things difficult for you?"
"Then, Young Master Song, please make your preparations."
He silently put down the brush in his hand and nodded helplessly.
He agreed.
The maids said, "Tonight is New Year's Eve. When Young Master Song leaves the palace, we will set off fireworks together."
Another girl immediately said, "What's so fun about fireworks? I might as well release river lanterns. "
"Let off fireworks."
"Release the river lanterns."
They argued endlessly.
Song Zhi's head was hurting from all the noise. It seemed like the Last Year Festival was a good choice.
At the very least, he didn't have to listen to the girls quarrel here, and he didn't have to worry about any trouble!
He changed into a more appropriate set of clothes and boarded the carriage.
Towards the palace.
Along the way, he wondered if Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu had already left Huyi.
He didn't know if he would have the opportunity to meet them again in the future.
His longing for them came again.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the palace gate.
"Young Master Song, we have arrived."
He got off the carriage and looked at the magnificent walls and palace gate in front of him. His mood was indescribable.
If he was lucky enough to become the zhuangyuan, he would have to go in and out of that big red gate day and night.
At that time, he would be well-behaved and fulfill his duties as a good official in the Hanlin Academy. It would be a blessing.
But now that he was forced to board the Second Prince's ship, the road ahead … was like a dense fog in the forest.
Unknown!
The housekeeper said, "Young Master, take this token and show it to the guard at the gate. After you enter, someone will lead you there. At that time, His Highness will be waiting for you at the altar."
He quickly pulled himself back from his thoughts and took the ID token.
"Thank you."
"The carriage is waiting outside."
"Okay."
He arrived at the palace gate and handed over the token. Just as he was about to enter, he saw a person getting off a carriage.
Gong Chi!
He stopped and silently stood to the side.
Gong Chi's expression was indifferent as he walked to the palace gate.
At the same time, several other officials also came in.
Lord Chang of the Ministry of War glanced at Gong Chi with a trace of sympathy on his face.
He said, "Prime Minister Zuo, are you feeling better?"
He seemed to be concerned.
There was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
Gong Chi was expressionless. "It's not a big deal."
"Don't be too sad about your son's matter. The dead can't come back to life. My condolences."
"It's over. Don't mention it."
"Yes, don't mention it. In the future, if you need anything, just tell me."
Haha.
These pompous words actually made people feel nauseous when they entered their ears.
If they really cared, these hypocritical people would have come to Gong Shilin's funeral!
Gong Chi didn't care about this anymore!
He only had hatred now!
Only hatred!
This Lord Chang was just the tip of the iceberg.
He would deal with him sooner or later!
"No need to trouble Lord Chang." Gong Chi responded coldly.
He entered the palace without looking back.
Lord Chang snorted behind him.
"Who does he think he is? The Third Prince has already given up on him. What right does he have to be so arrogant? "
The adults at the side heard this and quickly agreed. "This man is arrogant. Just because he is the Prime Minister and has the support of the Third Prince, he has never given us any face. Now that his son has killed someone, the Third Prince is going to punish him for it.
It is clear that he is no longer needed, and the King did not demote him for the sake of his reputation! "
"Exactly. Now the tables have turned. He's just an ant. He's not a threat at all!"
Someone reminded, "Lower your voice. Don't let him hear you."
"What are you afraid of? Do you still think he's the same as before? Let him hear you! "
The others burst into laughter.
Gong Chi was not far in front and naturally heard them.
But his face was still calm.
He continued walking.
Song Zhi saw and heard all of this.
He sighed.
He was also very emotional.
The officialdom was full of deceit and deception.
Beneath the smiling faces of the humans, there was a hideous beast's face.
It was extremely terrifying.
He only prayed that he would not become the person he hated the most.
…
At the altar. The people had arrived one by one.
They sat down.
Yan He, who had a high status in the court, naturally sat in the most conspicuous position.
They were waiting for the King of Huyi to arrive.
Song Zhi chose the most inconspicuous place to sit.
Even so, he was still noticed by Li Cheng's sharp eyes.
Surprise!
What was going on?
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