Snowflakes were flying outside the window, and the charcoal fire was burning in the hall, making it warm like spring. Fruits, snacks and delicious dishes were carefully placed on the table, and the glazed palace lanterns reflected the happy faces of the dignitaries.
The man and woman at the head seat held hands naturally, their expressions calm and composed.
A large palm with distinct joints covered the small, soft hand, and the black sleeves of the robe and the pink and white dress were entangled with each other... Song Yu withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Thank you for your concern, brother. Everything is fine."
The wine glass in his palm swayed slightly, and the clear liquid spilled on the back of his hand. He wiped his hands casually and put them under the table.
Song Mo glanced at his hands, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "That's good."
All the civil and military officials in the court are now waiting for the new emperor to ascend the throne. The Kingdom of Yue has welcomed a new ruler. Naturally, everyone is vying to show off their witty remarks at the palace banquet. Even Song Yu, a young minister who has just won a victory and is in the emperor's favor, is praised by the emperor in various ways.
Song Yu did not take credit for it: "The general is as wise as a god, and I am just following orders."
The officials laughed and said, "Young General Song is too modest. General Weiwu deserves great credit. You sneaked into the enemy camp alone and obtained the battle plan. In the subsequent battles between the two sides, you made many remarkable achievements. Your contributions should not be buried."
The prince clapped his hands and laughed: "The commander is right, Ziyu, please don't be so modest."
Although he had never met Song Yu, he had heard a lot of praise about him from Xihe and Song Mo, and he had a good impression of him.
However, when the name "Zi Yu" came out, not only the officials but also Song Yu himself was shocked.
Why did the prince address him with such affection? He believed that although he had won a victory, such an achievement would definitely not make the future king treat him so intimately, unless...
He glanced to the side and saw a man carefully peeling shrimp for a woman with a gentle look in his eyes.
Tonight was called a palace banquet, but it was actually a reward for the soldiers. All the meritorious soldiers received more or less rewards. However, the general had been granted the title of marquis, and the higher title of duke was not appropriate, so Shen Piaopiao was given the title of county lady, and would be formally rewarded after the prince ascended the throne.
Chen Piaopiao walked to the center of the hall and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, your humble servant thanks you."
The prince nodded, then looked at Song Yu: "Everyone has finished commending. Ziyu, tell me, what do you want? Tell me, as long as it is suitable, I will grant it to you."
Song Yu stood up and walked to the center of the hall: "Thank you, Your Highness. I do have a request."
"oh?"
The prince raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the two people who were being affectionate with each other, and curled his lips: "Okay, tell me."
Many people at the banquet were so jealous that their eyes turned red, and they secretly laughed at Song Yu in their hearts. They didn't expect that Song Yu looked handsome and smart, but he was also a reckless man.
Generally, such questions are asked out of courtesy, and unless the ministers are stupid, they will not really make any requests.
It would be fine if the request is in line with your status, but if you are wishful thinking and anger the superior, you may die without knowing how.
The Song family was extremely anxious. Lord Song stood up and said, "Prince, my son..."
"I don't want anything (Your Highness! I have something to say!)"
The three of them said in unison.
The prince looked left and right, pursed his lips and smiled: "Look, who will speak first?"
Lord Song chose to keep his mouth shut. Shen Piaopiao glanced at Song Yu, walked to the front and knelt down, looking straight at the prince: "This servant does not want the status of a county lady. This servant wants to ask the prince to grant this servant a marriage!"
The people in the general's mansion were so shocked that they almost stood up, but Chen Piaopiao kept her back straight.
Today she was still wearing an extremely gorgeous scarlet silk dress, with layers upon layers of it like a blooming red lotus, and a few pearls and jades slanted in her flying hair, which made people think of a lone wolf on the grassland, making a desperate move.
General Shen slammed the table and stood up: "Shut up, Chen Piaopiao!"
Chen Piaopiao looked up at the prince and said word by word, "This subject has long been in love with General Song Yu. I will marry him in this life. I beg the prince to grant my wish."
He leaned over and banged his head heavily on the red carpet.
The wind was howling outside the window, and the red lanterns were shaking with a creaking sound. Everyone couldn't help but breathe lighter.
The prince blinked, exchanged glances with the princess, and then looked at the other protagonist, only to find that the other person had a normal expression and didn't even blink.
The prince thought for a moment and said, "Song Yu, what do you say?"
Nowadays, it is rare to find a woman who dares to express her feelings so boldly. Not to mention ordinary women, even princesses dare not do so.
Although Chen Piaopiao has always been bold, the prince is also afraid that someone might hit the pillar or something...
Song Yu stepped forward and said, "Your Highness just now asked me what reward I would like. Your Highness, I want nothing. I beg Your Highness to consider my humble contribution at the border and give the entire reward to my sister."
He actually avoided answering the question just now.
Everyone: “…”
The girls from the second house of the Song Mansion were stunned at first, but then they reacted with joy, their faces flushed with excitement. Madam Song's face darkened, and she almost couldn't control herself and stood up to yell at him for talking nonsense.
Song Yu knelt down and said, "Please grant me your blessing, Your Highness."
The prince had no choice but to reply, "Oh? I wonder who the sister Ziyu is talking about is..."
Xihe's heart tightened, but it was too late to stop it.
Song Yu raised his head and said, "Jiang Yue'er. Since ancient times, women have had a harder life than men. I cannot stay by her side forever. I only hope that this reward can protect her for a while."
Chen Piaopiao suddenly turned around, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Song Yu pursed his lips slightly.
The prince couldn't help but glance at Xihe before looking at Song Yu: "This request... I can agree to it. However, your mother must have gone through a lot of hardship during her ten months of pregnancy. Why don't you consider her?"
Also, you're avoiding the topic. Do you not want to marry her or what? The girl is watching, why don't you say something?
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