Chapter 85 Every lucky star needs an unlucky one to set off
"You...where did you get it?" Chu Xuanyi's voice changed. He rushed over and carefully picked up the invitation from Ajiu's hand.
"It was...it was in the palace today." Jiu recalled and tapped his chin with his little finger.
"That auntie with the worried purple flower on her head, she kept talking to me..."
"Worried... Purple Flower?" Chu Xuanyi was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was referring to the wife of the Minister of War, Madam Li! She had indeed been worried about her daughter's marriage and was troubled all day long.
"I told her that the little pink flower on her daughter's head shouldn't be with the brother with the gray stone on his head, because she'd be unhappy. She should be with the brother with the shiny yellow sun on his head, so that she can become a sweet orange tree."
Chu Xuanyi's eyes twitched when he heard this. What the hell is going on?
But he still asked patiently: "And then?"
"Then the aunt was so happy. She hugged me, kissed me, and smiled, saying I was her lucky star! She said she had always preferred the 'yellow sun' brother, and after hearing what I said, she made up her mind!"
Jiu had an expression that said "I'm so awesome" and puffed out his chest.
"Then, she said that to thank me, she would take me to a very fun place to eat big birthday peaches and get some good fortune. She stuffed this red piece of paper in my hand and said that she would send a carriage to pick me up that day and asked me to go!"
Chu Xuanyi: "..."
Xiao Yu: “…”
The two smartest men in the Great Qi Dynasty had a blank mind at this moment.
The problem that they had been scheming for so long and worrying about was just... solved with just a few words?
Or use outrageous methods like "pink flowers", "grey stones" and "yellow sun"?
Chu Xuanyi opened the invitation with trembling hands, and saw that it was written on it: "Respectfully invite the Minister of War, Lord Li, and his family to attend..."
family!
Ajiu, you are now Mrs. Li’s “family”!
"Heaven... God helps me!" Chu Xuanyi was so excited that he almost tore up the invitation. He hugged Jiu tightly and rubbed her head hard, "Jiu! You are really our little lucky star!"
Xiao Yu took the wrinkled invitation from his hand and took a closer look at it.
"Madam Li..." he mused, "Military Minister Li Zheng is a fairly upright man, but he's cautious by nature. Asking him to take the three of us with him... is inappropriate."
Chu Xuanyi's excitement was instantly extinguished by half.
"What should I do then?" Chu Xuanyi was dispirited again. "This invitation looks delicious, but I can't eat it!"
Xiao Yu ignored him, only looking out the window, and said calmly: "Xuan Yi."
"I'm here."
A dark shadow appeared outside the car window like a ghost, with a steady voice.
"Go check, besides Minister Li, who else has received Huang Chong's invitation."
"Yes." Xiao Yu's voice was calm. "Focus on investigating... Qian An from the Censorate."
Chu Xuanyi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up and a fox-like smile appeared on his face.
"Censor Qian? How could I have forgotten him!" He slapped his thigh and laughed maliciously, "Yes! There's him too! Our most loyal, brave, and fortunate Lord Qian!"
Ah Jiu, who was chewing a piece of mung bean cake, looked up and asked vaguely, "Is that the uncle... the one with the sieve that keeps swaying on his head but can't sift anything out?"
"Yes! That's him!" Chu Xuanyi smiled even more happily. "Ajiu, remember, in this world, every lucky star needs an unlucky person to complement him. That way, the lucky star's blessing can appear more... genuine."
Xiao Yu: “…”
He felt that Chu Xuanyi's fallacies and heresies were increasing.
Within half an hour, news of Xuan Yi came back.
"Your Highness, I've found out. Huang Chong invited many guests to his birthday banquet. Almost all officials below the third rank in the court who hold any real power have sent invitations. Qian An, the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Metropolitan Censorate, is among them."
"Very good." A faint arc appeared at the corner of Xiao Yu's mouth.
"Let's go," he stood up and raised his chin towards Chu Xuanyi, "Let's go visit our future 'distant cousin'."
Chu Xuanyi understood and followed immediately.
Ah Jiu quickly stuffed the remaining half of the mung bean cake into his mouth, grabbed his small bag, and followed behind happily: "Brother Xiong Xiong, sir, wait for me! Are we going to go play with that sieve uncle again?"
The residence of Censor Qian.
At this moment, Censor Qian was sitting on his own armchair, holding a cup of fine Longjing tea in his hand, with a look of pride on his face.
"Humph, this Huang Chong, although he's just a businessman, he does have some foresight." He took a sip of tea and said slowly to the butler beside him, "He knows that I'm honest and upright in the court, and a role model for all officials. He sent me an invitation specifically to curry favor with me. This kind of fawning on the powerful must not be tolerated!"
The housekeeper quickly bowed and agreed, "Master is right, but Mr. Huang is also very kind. I heard that he even invited three imperial chefs from the palace to the birthday banquet!"
"Oh?" Censor Qian's eyebrows twitched and his stomach growled.
He cleared his throat and was about to make another speech about "extravagance must not be allowed to continue" when suddenly a servant came running in from outside the door.
"Master! No...something's wrong!"
"You are so flustered! How disgraceful!" Censor Qian put the teacup down heavily and scolded with full authority.
"His Royal Highness the Regent and the Imperial Master... and... and that little fortune teller! They're all... all here!" The servant shouted in one breath and almost fainted on the spot.
“Bang—!”
The official kiln celadon teacup in Censor Qian's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Who...who is here?" Censor Qian thought he had misheard and was hallucinating.
"Your Highness the Prince Regent! State Master Chu! And... and that little fortune teller at the Observatory!"
Censor Qian jumped up from the armchair.
"Hurry... hurry... hurry... please..."
A dark figure walked in first.
"Your humble servant...your humble servant pays homage to the prince! Your humble servant pays homage to the state preceptor! Your humble servant pays homage to...the little fortune teller!" Censor Qian crawled out from behind the armchair and knelt down with a thud.
"I... didn't know you three were coming. I... failed to welcome you. I deserve death!"
"There's no need to be so polite, Lord Qian." Chu Xuanyi stepped forward and tried to help him up with a smile.
Censor Qian didn't dare to stand up, and he wanted to bury his head in the cracks between the tiles: "I dare not! I am terrified!"
"Uncle Sieve," Jiu ran up to him with his short legs, blinking his big eyes, "Why are your legs dancing? Are you so happy to see us?"
Censor Qian: “…”
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