When I Abandoned the Protagonist

Because of the incident of Ayue, the birthday ceremony prepared for the little emperor in the palace almost lost the protagonist. Fortunately, King Zhenbei escorted the emperor in time and sent the emperor back to the capital palace safely. Early in the morning, festive colors were hung on the palace road.

Congratulations from foreign envoys and county governors from all over the world were sent to the court like flowing water.

Xiao Miyun was sitting on the dragon chair during the meeting. It was different from her imagination. She found that it was time to receive these gifts. Is it apprehensive... If she hadn't been escorted to this dragon chair, would she be worthy of receiving so many gifts on her own?

Can she be an emperor who is worthy of the courtiers and the people of the world?

Once there are too many thoughts, the time sitting on the dragon chair will be extraordinarily long, and even become a torment, so that after the end of the court meeting, she goes to the side hall and waits for the palace people to change their clothes. , actually heaved a sigh of relief, holding the hot tea and not wanting to get up again.

She doesn't need to worry about how these birthday ceremonies are stored in the private vault. The officials of the Ministry of Rites will register them one by one for her.

And what she has to do is to show the demeanor of Emperor Xiao Zhou. In front of officials and foreign envoys, she is calm like a chrysanthemum, and she is not affected by being tied out of the capital yesterday.

"Your Majesty."

The palace servant lowered his head and reminded her in a low voice that it was about time for the palace banquet.

Xiao Miyun raised her hand, passed the pale golden sleeves made of the precious Shu brocade through her arm, and suddenly asked aloud, "Why didn't you go to court today?"

I'm used to always having someone sitting beside her. She went back to the palace today to attend the court meeting and didn't see anyone Su Mingxiu. Everywhere is preparing for the New Year, and there are not many moths.

"The Zhenbei Wangfu passed a message early in the morning, saying that the prince was unwell and asked for leave today."

This is unusual.

Xiao Miyun slept in the same bed as Su Mingxiu last night. She knew exactly whether this person was sick or not. Anyway, she always had such a sick face, but she never saw it. Shake when she kills.

She habitually snorted in her heart, and then thought that the situation was different. After all, Su Mingxiu got the poison of the Turks on her body yesterday, maybe she was in a state of force this morning.

In any case, if today's palace banquet does not have the fierce tiger of King Zhenbei, those foreigners may not be safe.

Xiao Miyun unconsciously pinched her palm, hesitating whether to go to Zhenbei Wangfu to check the situation. But this banquet cannot be without her as the protagonist. After hesitating again and again, I can only go to the palace banquet according to the procedures of the Ministry of Rites-

After three rounds of drinking, there was music playing, and beautiful dancers in water-sleeved long gowns slowly entered from outside the hall.

Xiao Miyun sat on the upper seat, his eyes frequently swept to the vacant seat on the right, just at the end of the dance, a Turkic messenger stood up with a wine glass and raised it towards her:

"I wish the Dazhou Emperor every year and the present."

The little emperor frowned, because his eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, like delicate fine brushwork. So when his face is cold, he has a majesty that strangers should not approach.

She also held up the wine glass in front of her. Because she was too young, the palace servant who poured wine to accompany her had already received orders. It was lukewarm water, and she always poured lukewarm water for her, but it seemed that she had an amazing amount of alcohol at a young age.

As soon as she finished drinking the cup in front of her, she suddenly saw the bearded Turk turn his eyes to the vacant seat under her head, "I heard that your King of Zhenbei of Dazhou is brave and good at fighting. , once died on the battlefield four good horses, how come there is no one now? Is it because of the old injury, the life is not long?"

Xiao Miyun, who was worried about her condition at first, immediately changed her face when she heard this menacing question, "Bold!"

She threw the cup directly in front of the table where she came, and the white jade porcelain cup shattered on the ground.

"The King of Zhenbei is the **** of war of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he has the protection of his ancestors." After Xiao Miyun lost a cup, his expression softened again. After maintaining Su Mingxiu, he did not want to make himself appear. Seriously, he raised his hand and reached out to the fruit plate on the table, "As for why I didn't attend the palace banquet today, I also find it strange. After all, she has never been absent from the court meeting on weekdays—"

"I think a dirty rat jumped on the table, affecting her appetite, so she simply did not show up today, so as not to be disgusted by the rat.

"

After saying this, the courtiers who were a little nervous at the banquet couldn't help but smile.

Who this mouse is referring to, needless to say.

The Turkic envoy learned Chinese well, so he could understand what she meant. Immediately, his face changed and changed, and he secretly muttered in his heart. The news that was sent back earlier said that the little emperor and the Zhenbei King were in the same situation. The power struggle has reached the most intense stage, but now it seems that it is not so bad. ?

However, he quickly remembered the things he wanted to verify, such as the little emperor who was slapped by Ji Dingle, what is his physical condition... and the king of Zhenbei, how many days will he be able to live.

Thinking of this, he quickly cleaned up his expression, saying that he wanted to apologize for the slip of the tongue, and specially prepared a Turkic dance for the emperor.

The sound of Lingling could be heard in his ears.

But she suppressed her emotions, just showed a very calm expression, her face was full of: "This is it?"

Turkic envoy: "?"

Why is there no response?

He stared at Xiao Miyun in disbelief for a long time, but fortunately his mind turned fast, and he subconsciously said the next process, "Xiao Zhou's soldiers are all powerful, but our grassland sons Not bad, this time to celebrate His Majesty’s birthday, we have specially brought the most powerful son in the tribe, and we are willing to fight against His Majesty’s generals to see how much difference there is between our Turkic son and Da Zhou.”

This is to provoke the authority of Da Zhou in the name of a friendly match.

Xiao Miyun understood it, and originally wanted to randomly order an imperial guard to fight. But after seeing the two-meter-tall savage standing up, her eyes widened slightly.

But she knew that no one could relieve her now, so she pinched her thigh under the table, calmed down in the shortest time, and stared at the towering figure, who was extremely The strong man with a great sense of oppression said in a tight voice: "We have a lot of talents in Great Zhou, and all of them are capable of literature and martial arts. Only then can we stand above this court. It is too biased to study the papers or martial arts."

The subordinate civil servants and generals: "?"

The hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

Immediately, a civil minister who was over fifty years old got up and started to blow, "Yes, when the minister was young, he was also the guardian of the city and the county."

Following him, there were also guards in front of the imperial guards, who stood up straight and said, "I will recite a hundred family names and a thousand-character script when I am three years old.

The Turkic envoy and the warrior who had stood up to fight were a little confused.

They didn't quite understand Xiao Miyun's meaning, until the little emperor showed a gratified smile to the two courtiers, and then said: "Your Excellency wants to know the gap between Turkic and Dazhou, it is very simple, please follow My lord, let me make the rules - let this wrestler fill in a word first."

She didn't even talk about writing poetry, for fear that the other party would really give her a limerick, so she would move on to the next session.

That Lux grew up wrestling on the grassland since he was a child. It is easiest to let him carry a knife to kill. As for this word... What is that? -

"Pfft."

I didn't expect this little emperor to be able to fool, but if this envoy is not smart enough, she may be fooled and lame.

The wrestler who was choked by the words subconsciously looked at the leader of the envoy. Sure enough, seeing the other party frown deeply, the leader tried to get up and write the lyrics himself. But I didn't expect that Su Mingxiu insisted that the person who wants to compete in both must be the same person.

This is difficult.

After holding back for a while, the leader stood up by himself, "Let me teach you the talents who are both civil and military."

He quickly filled in a word, which was quite satisfactory, then let's see how Da Zhou makes his move—

Before Xiao Miyun said anything, she saw Cheng Qing stand up from the table, cupped her hands and said to her, "My minister, please fight for Your Majesty."

The little emperor's eyes lit up immediately. With him, let's not talk about the subsequent competition, this article will definitely not lose, the big deal is a one-to-one draw.

"Your Highness?"

The people in Zhenbei Wangfu who accompanied her said something worriedly. These are all people who have fought against the Turks with Su Mingxiu. They know the temperament of the Turks the most. Xiao Miyun's method can fool people for a while, but not forever.

If the mission cannot be suppressed with absolute strength, the other party will definitely think that Dazhou has no one. At this time, if the Turkic army is sent south, Dazhou cannot withstand the pressure.

Su Mingxiu glanced meaningfully over there, "It's okay."

She said, "Since Mrs. Cheng volunteered to fight, she knows what she wants to come."

But those people in the hall didn't know the twists and turns. Seeing Cheng Qing taking the initiative to ask Ying, they all looked over with some worry. Of course they didn't need to worry about filling in the lyrics. People are disappointed, and what makes people afraid is the competition that follows...

Some ministers comforted themselves that we should at least pull back one game.

Some officials of Honglu Temple who knew Turkic were worried, especially when Cheng Qing got up and walked towards each other, everyone was sweating.

From the perspective of height, stature and momentum, the Turkic envoys are superior.

Xiao Miyun subconsciously turned her eyes away after the **** announced the start of the contest, not wanting to look at the situation over there, but one second, two seconds...

After some time, she heard a voice: "Mr. Cheng Fu Sheng!"

The little emperor first pretended to sigh, but halfway through his sigh, he didn't respond: "What?"

Who wins?

She took a closer look, and the Turkic envoy was also kneeling on the ground in shock. Because he fell down for some reason, when he looked up at his opponent, his posture was extraordinarily funny.

It was Cheng Qing, who bowed and said, "It's accepted."

He glanced at the emperor above, his voice was still calm, "Fortunately, this minister is not humiliated."

Xiao Miyun was overjoyed, and before the banquet was over, gifts like flowing water were sent from the palace towards Cheng Residence. Even she was still secretly thinking about how to promote Cheng Qing.

When the banquet was almost over, she calmed down from the excitement, thinking that Cheng Qing's victory should not be a coincidence... That is, there is also martial arts?

But I haven't seen her show it usually. What is this hiding for? -

"Is this the reason why Your Majesty came to the court late at night?"

Hours of Time.

Su Mingxiu, who went back to the palace first, looked at the little emperor who went out of the palace in micro clothes, raised his brows, and pressed the scroll in his hand on the table, Xiao Miyun looked nervously away Glancing at the title of the book, I found out that it was a serious book, so I let out a sigh of relief.

"The main thing is to see how the right minister looks like." She sat on the chair, trying her best to look serious, and took out her posture at the palace banquet.

Su Mingxiu noticed her gaze, and a smile appeared in her eyes, which made the fluttering voice come true, "Does your majesty hope that the minister is really sick, or a fake one?"

"Uh..." Xiao Miyun found that the Prince Regent was really difficult to communicate with, so he often asked such unanswerable questions.

"With the King of Zhenbei here, I can only protect the people's safety during the week. What does the Chancellor of the Right think I hope?" She threw the question back.

"The Right Prime Minister has never celebrated his birthday with much fanfare. Although I don't know the reason, but since I promised to give a gift, I will send this gift in advance-"

She raised her chin and motioned the palace servants to put the things on the table and step back.

Su Mingxiu stretched out her pale fingertips, and the blue lines on the back of her hands were particularly obvious, which made her wrists especially weak under the large sleeves. She opened the wooden box and saw the contents. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

She moved her fingertips slightly and picked up the dark gift in the box...

That is, a string of beads.

It is made up of 16-lobed vajra bodhi seeds, each of which is extremely petite. The smaller the object, the more precious it is. It is a favorite gift for everyone who wants to be kind.

But Su Mingxiu looked down for a long time, and suddenly chuckled, "Your Majesty gave me this thing, what is your intention?"

Do you want her to have a safe life after being full of sins, or do you hope that this Bodhi bracelet can overcome her biggest karma in this world?

"Ordinary people ask for this profound thing of the Buddha's Dharma, naturally to ask the Buddha to bless their own safety. Is there another meaning? Or is this gift unhappy?"

Su Mingxiu placed the Buddha beads on the left palm, and moved the thumb slightly, moving the beads slowly and rhythmically, making the unique rhythmic sound when the bodhi seeds collide.

"Vajra Bodhi eliminates sins and protects peace. I wonder if Your Majesty wants to eliminate my sins, or do you want me to live a long life?"

Wish, but it doesn't work."