"I didn't rob, I clearly gave the money!"
A little bald donkey retorted, "I said I won't sell it, no matter how much money you offer!"
Shangguan Chengjing said angrily, "Why are you so stingy? It's just a broken clock!"
The abbot, with tears streaming down his face, bowed to Emperor Jianxi and said, "Your Majesty, please make the decision for this temple. This bell has been hanging in this temple for hundreds of years. The morning and evening bells of this temple depend on it!"
"But when Master Shangguan arrived that day, he insisted on taking the bell away. Everyone in the temple tried to persuade him to stop and return to the right path, but he insisted that the bell was old and that he wanted to give it to the Empress Dowager as a birthday present, hoping that she would live as long as the bell..."
Everyone looked at each other in surprise when they heard this, thinking that Shangguan Chengjing might not have done it on purpose, and he just forgot to send the clock.
Shangguan Shu and Zhao Ying came forward to confess their crimes at the appropriate time.
The Queen Mother could no longer cause trouble.
Emperor Jianxi had no choice but to punish Shangguan Shu with ten strokes of the cane on the grounds that it was the father's fault if the son was not well educated, and to continue beating him after the banquet.
Then let the monks of Lingyin Temple carry the bell away.
The matter of "giving the clock" has come to an end.
However, the Queen Mother took a big gulp of ginseng tea. What is this? What is this?
There are three more such naughty kids in the Shangguan family!
That’s enough, why hasn’t she died yet?
The prince sat up straight, his eyes as big as bells.
The next one is Shangguan Bailin.
Shangguan Bailin was well-known for his talent in the capital. He was proficient in poetry, songs and prose, and even his handwriting was first-class.
Shangguan Bailin had already written a piece of calligraphy as a gift for the empress dowager.
When he presented the calligraphy and painting, everyone discovered that the poems on it were all written by Shangguan Bailin himself.
Several civil officials and ministers nodded appreciatively and stroked their beards.
Seeing this, Lord Wu became excited again. He pointed at Shangguan Bailin's calligraphy and began to read aloud.
"In the morning and evening we get drunk together on the high platform,
At dusk, I hear the sound of bamboo branches at the riverside.
There is no time to hear the truth in peace and prosperity.
The rooftop painting is worth looking at a thousand times."
"What a wonderful poem!"
Shangguan Shu also admired his son's masterpiece until...
【Ascension to heaven soon...what the hell?】
Shangguan Qingyue didn't know many characters, just a few simple ones. She tilted her head and looked at the first few characters, and the more she looked, the more something seemed wrong.
Shangguan Shu wanted to rush forward, snatch the calligraphy, dig a hole and bury it...
But it was too late.
It was quiet again.
Oh, this damn familiar silence.
The Queen Mother's face was gloomy, and it seemed that she had reached the limit of her patience.
Emperor Jianxi held his forehead and thought about all the sad things in his life.
Then he waved his hand and asked Shangguan Bailin to leave.
Zhao Ying originally wanted Shangguan Qiyou to deliver the gift, but when she saw the small yellow flower in Shangguan Qiyou's hand, she immediately pushed him down along with the flower.
Don’t send it off anymore. If you do, you’ll really send the Empress Dowager away.
She was also impressed by these kids!
Let Yueer come!
Yue'er can't speak, so she definitely won't say anything to upset the Queen Mother. Besides, she is the youngest, so children's words don't matter!
In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Zhao Ying specifically told the Queen Mother, "Xiao Yue'er learned that it was Great Grandmother's birthday and also prepared a gift."
The Queen Mother also breathed a sigh of relief, obviously thinking the same thing as Zhao Ying.
She now had no intention of showing off her power to Zhao Ying's family. She just wanted to accept the gifts and go her separate ways, to part ways amicably and not cause her any more trouble.
Zhao Ying patted Shangguan Qingyue, then carried her into the hall.
The little baby, over two years old, is dressed cutely, with her two little hands behind her back and her little face flushed, as if she is a little shy!
Everyone was so adorable that their faces were bleeding. They looked at the little baby in front of them with joy, and the atmosphere of the banquet finally became more harmonious.
Emperor Jianxi said to Shangguan Qingyue, "What do you want to give me, Xiaoyue?" Emperor Jianxi's voice was coaxing.
Shangguan Qingyue was not nervous either. She glanced at Emperor Jianxi and then at the empress dowager. Even though the empress dowager's face was not very good, she didn't care.
【I want to perform a show! 】
The others didn't understand what Shangguan Qingyue meant, so they looked at Zhao Ying, who explained, "My little Yue'er said she wanted to perform for her great-grandmother, right?"
Shangguan Qingyue nodded softly.
【Uh-huh! 】
Everyone clapped in unison.
Zhao Zihua looked at the scene in front of her with hatred, jealousy crawling all over her body.
She didn't understand why a group of people were coaxing a little mute, and what performance could a little mute perform?
Why are they flattering and expecting like a bunch of fools?
Not only did the emperor's grandfather look at the little mute lovingly, but even her biological father looked at her with a smile, as if she was his most beloved baby.
She should be daddy's baby!
But why didn't Daddy even look at her?
Zhao Zihua was filled with malice and suddenly said, "Sister Qingyue, are you going to sing?"
"Oh... I forgot, Sister Qingyue can't speak, so she can't sing."
"So what is Sister Qingyue going to perform?"
She looked casual.
Then he said to the Queen Mother, "Grandmother, please don't mind. If you really want to hear singing, Zihua can help my sister sing."
Shangguan Bailin said sarcastically, "Yo yo yo...don't sing on such a happy occasion. Others sing for money, but you sing for your life!"
Shangguan Qingwan scolded, "Bai Lin, how can you say that to your sister? What did your sister teach you in private? Don't be so truthful, but you won't listen. What if you make your sister Zihua cry? She can not only sing, but she can cry too!"
Shangguan Qiyou wondered, "Why is she crying? Did someone in her family die?"
Shangguan Qiyou was worried about not being able to give the chrysanthemums in his hand to Zhao Zihua. He stood up and walked towards her, then forced the chrysanthemums into her hand and said, "My condolences."
Everyone: ...
Shangguan Chengjing suddenly thought of a question and asked Zhao Ying, "Mother, isn't Zhao Ziyin still alive?"
His voice was not loud originally, but it was so quiet that it seemed "deafening".
Zhao Yao's tense emotions completely broke down after hearing these words that were clearly a curse on Zhao Ziyin. She stood up, pointed at Zhao Ying and cursed, "Zhao Ying, what do you mean?"
Zhao Ying sat motionless at the banquet. Upon hearing the voice, she didn't even look at Zhao Yao. Instead, she looked at the Minister of Justice and said, "Master Gao, if someone points at me in public and speaks disrespectfully to me, what will be the legal consequences?"
Lord Gao stood up and reported, glancing at Zhao Yao deliberately, "Princess, this is a crime of disrespect. The worst punishment is exile, and the least is beating with a stick."
Zhao Ying nodded, then spoke in a steady tone, "In the past, I thought Xue'er's words and actions were just her misbehavior. I didn't expect... Huai'an, you really make me sad!"
Zhao Yao felt like she was falling into an ice cellar.
It suddenly dawned on her that Zhao Ying had been holding back, waiting for her to make a mistake.
Now, in front of everyone, she was so stupid as to scold Zhao Ying...
Zhao Ying looked at Shangguan Shu beside her with a half-smile and whispered, "Don't you want to show off to me? I'm giving you this chance, come on!"
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