Meng Fuyao sat stiffly beside Zhan the Conqueror, her hair full of golden hairpins and her body covered in pearls and jade. She was dressed in a hip-hop style holey outfit.
Today was Zhan Wangye's handsomeness. His dragon robe and golden crown accentuated his jet-black eyebrows and eyes. Ordinary men would find it vulgar, but when he wore it, it made one's eyes light up. One could not help but sigh at the fact that clothes were tailored for the wearer, never letting down his good looks and good figure.
Today was Emperor Taiyuan, Qi Hao's birthday. At noon, sixteen banquets were held in the Qingyun Hall, attended by the country's civil and military officials. The Taiyuan Emperor seemed to be in poor health, so he only came out for a short while at noon. He raised his cup to the officials, exchanged a few polite words, and left, leaving the rest to continue enjoying the palace banquet.
Tiansha was the largest country, and the envoy was the Emperor's brother, so his position was the highest. Zhan Beiye, with his extraordinary looks and temperament, was naturally the center of attention.
As the outstanding female companion of Zhan Wangye, Meng Fuyao knew that she would have the honor of being observed. Thus, she put on a ginger face, a full head of hairpins, and a fishnet outfit. She wore two rings on each of her fingers, and the golden bracelets on her arms jingled as she walked. She had specially chosen a box of fragrant powder from the night market, which was sold for one copper each. Wherever she passed, people would sneeze.
Meng Fuyao's fishnet outfit was even more eye-catching. She had removed all the butterflies from her purple dress, leaving only butterfly-shaped holes that revealed the white fabric underneath.
If not for the fear of being dragged out and beaten by the Taiyuan Imperial Guards for blaspheming the imperial family, Meng Fuyao would have worn her underwear on the outside.
The Qingyun Hall was dazzling, and Meng Fuyao was colorful. The envoys' faces were purple, but Zhan Beiye was nonchalant.
Once the Emperor left, Meng Fuyao waved for the palace servant. "Waiter!"
The waiter was at a loss for words. Meng Fuyao looked at him with disgust and asked sternly, "Give me a serving of Luoyu!"
An uproar broke out in the hall, followed by whispers. Luoyu was a stinky salted fish, a lowly food that only the commoners and laborers of the seven kingdoms ate. Anyone with a bit of status wouldn't even bother to mention it, let alone during the Taiyuan Emperor's birthday celebration.
The Taiyuan master of ceremonies stared at Zhan Beiye with a dark expression. Zhan Beiye placed a cup of wine by his lips and downed it without hesitation. He slammed the cup down and raised his eyebrows. His gaze swept across the room, and a sharp aura immediately shot out. "My Lord, why are you looking at me? The great Taiyuan can't even bear to take out a Luoyu to entertain guests? "
The emcee felt as if he had been hit by a tree, and his heart skipped a beat when he was glanced at by Zhan Beiye. A layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on his back as he recalled the king's reputation for killing without batting an eyelid. It was said that the Mo Luo Tribe, which bordered his fief, had been beaten to the point of wetting their pants by him over the years. Now, it seemed that this was indeed true. Furthermore, Zhan Beiye's words were harsh, and if it was spread out, it would be very unpleasant to the ears. He hurriedly ordered the palace servants to go out and buy the stinky fish.
The Luoyu was served. The golden plates and silver cups did not match the blackened fish at all. The imperial chef had specially sprinkled some spices on it, but it still could not stop the strong penetrating stench. The honored guests on both sides of the hall frowned and covered their noses. They could not sit still no matter how hard they tried.
Meng Fuyao chewed on the fish with both hands, trying to make way for Zhan Beiye. "Come, give me a piece. Sometimes, the food of the commoners has the real taste. If it's not for princes and grandsons like you who have no chance, I wouldn't have given it to anyone else."
Zhan Beiye stared at the smelly salted fish with a complicated expression on his face. Meng Fuyao giggled as she waited for him to act. 'Go ahead, get angry, flip the table. This is the Taiyuan National Banquet. Even if you're a prince, you'll still be expelled if you go too far.'
At the very least, he could even expel her, the female dang, from the banquet.
Meng Fuyao's venomous gaze lingered on Zhan Beiye's vital acupoint. She had the urge to poke it with her finger. If Zhan Beiye had not locked her vital Qi and prevented her from escaping, she would not have had to eat this stinky thing. She hated fish the most!
Zhan Beiye stared at the salted fish for a long time, then looked at the provocative Meng Fuyao. Suddenly, he reached out and took the fish.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, amidst the gasps of the crowd, the honorable King Lie finished eating the salted fish as if there was no one else around.
After he was done, he carefully savored the taste and nodded. "Not bad, it does taste good."
Meng Fuyao's face darkened. "I didn't finish my sentence just now. It's actually the smell of the toilet."
Zhan Beiye's gaze was as sharp as a knife. After a while, he said, "You eat it better than I do."
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After sitting for a while, Meng Fuyao's request came again. "I want to relieve myself."
'You can't possibly follow me, can you?' Meng Fuyao smiled proudly. Although this idea was lousy, it was still quite useful.
Zhan Beiye raised his hand and downed the wine in his cup. "Let's go together," he replied naturally.
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'Let's go together then. I don't believe that you'll follow me to the ladies' toilet. 'Meng Fuyao froze for a second before replying with a smile, "Alright, let's go together."
The Lie King and his female companion went to relieve themselves. Under the strange gazes of the crowd, they walked out calmly. A young eunuch led them to the men's and women's toilets. The moment Meng Fuyao saw the toilets, she knew that something was wrong. The toilets faced each other, and there was a carved partition on the wall that allowed one to vaguely see their heads. In other words, Zhan Beiye would definitely be able to see her if she tried to climb out of the window.
When she turned around and saw Zhan Beiye's expression, she was instantly enraged. Judging from his calm demeanor, he must have known about the toilets in the Taiyuan Palace!
Meng Fuyao lifted her skirt angrily and strode into the toilet. Although it was called a toilet, it was actually an ordinary room with a pail and a lacquer box filled with dried dates. She sat on the pail and pondered about how to escape. As she pondered, she subconsciously grabbed the dates and ate them. After eating for a long time, she recalled that they were used to plug the nostrils to prevent odors.
At this thought, Meng Fuyao hurriedly threw away a half-eaten date. Her gaze landed on a suspicious-colored granular substance on the date, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She jumped up and vomited at the pail.
After a few mouthfuls, someone exclaimed, "What's wrong with this madam?"
Meng Fuyao raised her head and saw two palace maids coming out from a small door. The door was hidden behind a screen and would be missed if one did not pay attention. Through the crack of the door, one could vaguely see rows of pails. This was probably the palace's main toilet. Behind the pails was a half-open skylight.
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes and came up with an idea.
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