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20. Chapter 20 I haven't eaten since last night

If there is one thing about palace banquets that is the same as modern times, it is that before eating, the supreme leader, the emperor, must also speak. And the content is exactly the same.

This made Jiao Xiaoliu feel very bored, so he started to look around, and finally saw clearly the appearance of the emperor and the queen. The emperor who was talking endlessly was about forty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a majestic and handsome face, and a bright yellow dragon dress.

Sitting on a dragon chair, she looks like she is gazing down at the world and all life; the Queen is dressed in yellow smoked gauze, with five-color gold threads embroidered with colorful phoenixes flying toward the sun and worshiping the moon, and a yellow phoenix-tail skirt with butterflies and hundreds of flowers,

She holds yellow embroidered gauze in her hands, has a wind bun with dragon and phoenix hairpins inserted diagonally on her misty temples, a pair of almond eyes, two curved willow-leaf eyebrows, and slightly pursed red lips. She is noble and elegant, and her mother is honoring the world. The concubines, princes, and princesses are all ranked according to their rank.

Sitting there, the appearance is naturally first-class.

Feng Qianchen squeezed Jiao Xiaoliu's hand and reminded silently, "Don't look around." Jiao Xiaoliu understood, so he looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose with his heart, and his mind at ease. Fortunately, the emperor had been talking for so long, and it seemed that he was a little confused.

When he was thirsty, he announced the start of the banquet. As the eunuch serving the emperor said: "Serve the food," the banquet officially began. Jiao Xiaoliu touched his stomach, as if he was hungry, and looked pitifully at the dishes on the table.

It was a mouth-watering dish. But the emperor had not yet moved his chopsticks, so how could he get his turn? Jiao Xiaoliu complained endlessly. This was simply the most severe form of torture.

"Are you hungry?" Feng Qianchen's voice came from his ears.

"Yes." Jiao Xiaoliu nodded aggrievedly, "In order not to embarrass you today, I only took care of myself. I didn't even eat properly." That means, "It's all your fault."

Feng Qianchen laughed out loud again. Although there were more people than before, the effect was not inferior at all. Even the emperor and queen looked surprised.

Jiao Xiaoliu scratched his head, looking embarrassed, "Stop laughing."

The smile on Feng Qianchen's face did not change, he stood up and saluted the emperor, "Father, I haven't eaten since last night." The implication was, "I'm hungry, can I eat?" Jiao Xiaoliu even more confused.

I admired Feng Qianchen for saying something so righteous even though it was so embarrassing. It was as if he was saying, "Ah! The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

The emperor and the queen looked at each other in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Father?" Feng Qianchen seemed to be unwilling to give up until he achieved his goal.

"Ah?" Feng Ruixuan agreed almost reflexively.

"Can we have a banquet?" Feng Qianchen patiently continued to ask for instructions.

"Of course." It's still a conditioned reflex...

Then the hall fell into an eerie silence again.

Feng Qianchen looked furious, "Eunuch Chen..."

The eunuch serving the emperor was surprised. "My servant is here."

He glanced at Jiao Xiaoliu, who had been tugging on his hand since just now, and suppressed the anger in his heart, "Father said, of course we can have a banquet..." His words were full of dissatisfaction.

Eunuch Chen swallowed his saliva and seemed to recall the conversation between the emperor and Feng Qianchen just now before shouting, "Let's have a banquet~~~" After shouting, Eunuch Chen covered his face with his hands and seemed to be crying. I guess this was

The most tragic and dark moment in Eunuch Chen's life was that his voice broke at a critical moment.

Feng Qianchen sat down with satisfaction and said, "Come on, my beloved concubine, let's eat!" His tone was full of doting, completely different from before. Everyone was probably "used to it" by this time. They felt sorry for each other in their hearts.

Apart from admiration for this future seventh princess, she can't think of anything else.

Of course, there are always exceptions. For example, Bai Ning, who sat next to them and witnessed everything, and Mo Lan, who never took his eyes off Jiao Xiaoliu from the moment he entered the door. If there is anything about the palace banquet that is the same as in modern times, it is

Before eating, the emperor, the supreme leader, also has to give a speech. And the content is exactly the same.

This made Jiao Xiaoliu feel very bored, so he started to look around, and finally saw clearly the appearance of the emperor and the queen. The emperor who was talking endlessly was about forty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a majestic and handsome face, and a bright yellow dragon dress.

Sitting on the dragon chair, she looks like she is looking down at the world and all life; the Queen is dressed in yellow smoked gauze, with five-color gold threads embroidered with colorful phoenixes flying towards the sun and worshiping the moon, and a yellow phoenix tail skirt with butterflies and hundreds of flowers,

She holds yellow embroidered gauze in her hands, has a wind bun with dragon and phoenix hairpins inserted diagonally on her misty temples, a pair of almond eyes, two curved willow-leaf eyebrows, and slightly pursed red lips. She is noble and elegant, and her mother is honoring the world. The concubines, princes, and princesses are all ranked according to their rank.

Sitting there, the appearance is naturally first-class.

Feng Qianchen squeezed Jiao Xiaoliu's hand and reminded silently, "Don't look around." Jiao Xiaoliu understood, so he looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose with his heart, and his mind at ease. Fortunately, the emperor had been talking for so long, and it seemed that he was a little confused.

When he was thirsty, he announced the start of the banquet. The eunuch in charge of serving the emperor said: "Serve." The banquet officially began. Jiao Xiaoliu touched his stomach, as if he was hungry, and looked pitifully at the dishes on the table.

It’s a mouth-watering dish. But the emperor hasn’t moved his chopsticks yet, so how can he get his turn? Jiao Xiaoliu laments endlessly. This is simply the most severe torture.

"Are you hungry?" Feng Qianchen's voice came from his ears.

"Yes." Jiao Xiaoliu nodded aggrievedly, "In order not to embarrass you today, I only took care of myself. I didn't even eat properly." That means, "It's all your fault."

Feng Qianchen laughed out loud again. Although there were more people than before, the effect was not inferior at all. Even the emperor and queen looked surprised.

Jiao Xiaoliu scratched his head, looking embarrassed, "Stop laughing."

The smile on Feng Qianchen's face did not change, he stood up and saluted the emperor, "Father, I haven't eaten since last night." The implication was, "I'm hungry, can I eat?" Jiao Xiaoliu even more confused.

I admired Feng Qianchen for saying something so righteous even though it was so embarrassing. It was as if he was saying, "Ah! The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

The emperor and the queen looked at each other in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Father?" Feng Qianchen seemed to be unwilling to give up until he achieved his goal.

"Ah?" Feng Ruixuan agreed almost reflexively.

"Can we have a banquet?" Feng Qianchen patiently continued to ask for instructions.

"Of course." It's still a conditioned reflex...

Then the hall fell into an eerie silence again.

Feng Qianchen looked furious, "Eunuch Chen..."

The eunuch serving the emperor was surprised. "My servant is here."

He glanced at Jiao Xiaoliu, who had been tugging on his hand since just now, and suppressed the anger in his heart, "Father said, of course we can have a banquet..." His words were full of dissatisfaction.

Eunuch Chen swallowed his saliva and seemed to recall the conversation between the emperor and Feng Qianchen just now before shouting, "Let's have a banquet~~~" After shouting, Eunuch Chen covered his face with his hands and seemed to be crying. I guess this was

The most tragic and dark moment in Eunuch Chen's life was that his voice broke at a critical moment.

Feng Qianchen sat down with satisfaction and said, "Come on, my beloved concubine, let's eat!" His tone was full of doting, completely different from before. Everyone was probably "used to it" by this time. They felt sorry for each other in their hearts.

Apart from admiration for this future seventh princess, she can't think of anything else.

Of course, there are always exceptions. For example, Bai Ning, who sat next to them and witnessed everything, and Mo Lan, who never took his eyes off Jiao Xiaoliu from the moment he entered the door.


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