Liang Qingwu looked like she was enjoying a good show. "I've decided to postpone my return to the capital for three days until the county exam is over. I'll be the witness of this bet!"
After saying this, he turned to Song Shiwen and asked, "I wonder if the Prime Minister is interested?"
Song Shiwen was slightly startled, his eyes flashing at Song Chi. He was also curious whether this rebellious son was really talented or just bluffing.
"It's rare that Marquis Wu'an is interested, so I'll accompany you."
Song Shiwen agreed.
The people around looked surprised and suspicious. With the Prime Minister and Marquis Wu'an as witnesses, this bet was extraordinary. It would surely spread throughout the city after the banquet, and this year's county examination would surely attract everyone's attention.
No matter who loses, they must abide by the bet and cannot deny it.
"good!"
"This way, my homecoming banquet will be more interesting."
Liang Qingwu rarely showed a look of joy.
"Let's have a feast!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the cold and silent atmosphere changed instantly. From the military exercises to now, it has been full of twists and turns, and no matter how many twists and turns there are, it is still face-saving.
No one expected that the one who stole the limelight was a useless servant with a very bad reputation.
By this time, everyone was really hungry. It was a rare opportunity to see such a good show, so it was worth the trip. Everyone started to clink glasses and drink happily.
The atmosphere at the main table was a little worse.
Han Yu, the host, did not look happy. His proud son became a disciple of a useless servant. Such a stigma would probably follow him for the rest of his life. How could he be happy?
As a result, he began to doubt whether Song Ming had real talent and knowledge.
It would have been fine if they had lost the military exercise, but they also lost the poetry presentation.
What a genius boy, he is simply a fake!
Apparently, Han Yu was not the only one who had this idea. Several eyes moved over Song Ming. He pretended to be calm on the surface, but in fact he was already extremely angry.
Why?
Why is this happening?
Song Ming felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling extremely ashamed, and even more resentful towards Song Chi!
He did it on purpose!
It must be intentional!
"cough."
At this time, Song Shiwen coughed dryly, raised the wine glass in front of him and said with a smile: "Today is the Wu'an Marquis's homecoming banquet. I am honored to accompany you back home by the emperor's order. Let us take this opportunity to toast Wu'an Marquis together."
"Yes, a toast to Marquis Wu'an."
The prefect Zhou Zheng'an hurriedly picked up the wine glass. He had originally intended to embarrass the servant boy by reciting his poem in public, but this was the result.
At this moment, his heart was in turmoil and he was extremely panicked, fearing that he would lose his official hat.
"Respectfully, Marquis Wu'an."
No matter how dissatisfied Han Yu was, she dared not show it and had to agree.
"This duke has always been in the army and has a habit of never drinking."
Liang Qingwu refused directly. She didn't want to bother with Song Shiwen. This man was simply a treacherous minister who brought disaster to the country.
"Then let's have tea."
Song Shiwen smiled and said, "It's OK to use tea instead of wine..."
While he was speaking, a servant came over and placed a cup of tea in front of Liang Qingwu.
Song Ming's pupils shrank slightly. He knew that there was medicine in the tea. His father really had a plan for everything.
It is too difficult to put drugs in Liang Qingwu's wine glass alone, so his father calculated that Liang Qingwu would not drink with him?
"Wu'an Hou wouldn't even give me this face, right?"
Song Shiwen smiled and said, "Today's banquet is held for you, so I have to show some appreciation."
He kept a low profile.
Seeing that several people raised their glasses, Liang Qingwu frowned slightly, then picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing this, Song Shiwen flashed a barely perceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Come on, do it."
The atmosphere gradually became lively, but Liang Qingwu felt unwell, her head was a little dizzy, and her body was a little hot.
She didn't think about anything else. She was afraid that no one would dare to think that someone would dare to drug the newly appointed Marquis of Wu by His Majesty.
"The female commander is only in her twenties and has already been granted the title of Marquis of Wu. I believe it is not impossible for her to be granted the title of Duke or King in the future."
Song Shiwen smiled and shook his head, saying, "The Great Zhou will still rely on you in the future. I am old."
It sounded like he was being complimentary, but it wasn't.
However, if Wu Hou, who is in his twenties, is allowed to grow up, it will threaten his power and position.
Song Shiwen was a man who always planned ahead, so he took the risk of drugging Liang Qingwu. He wanted her to either be used for his own purposes or be destroyed.
There was another reason that prompted him to do this.
Song Shiwen is the Prince's Grand Tutor and the Prince's man, but Liang Qingwu is closer to the Second Prince. If she supports the Second Prince in his bid for the throne, it will pose a threat to the Prince.
This is the most direct and effective way to make Liang Qingwu work for him.
"Master Prime Minister, you are still in your prime, how can you say you are old? The Great Zhou still depends on you."
Han Yu flattered him, her face smiling like a chrysanthemum.
"I eat your salary and share your worries."
Song Shiwen said solemnly: "We are all your Majesty's subjects."
"I'm not feeling well...I'll leave the banquet for a while."
Liang Qingwu suddenly stood up, left a word and left. Han Yu and others looked at each other. Even if Wu'an Hou was dissatisfied with the Prime Minister, he shouldn't be so disrespectful that he wouldn't even be able to sit at the same table with him?
"Wu Hou is still young, so his youthful vigor is understandable."
A cold light flashed in Song Shiwen's eyes, and he smiled and said, "Let's continue drinking."
For some reason, when he said this, he suddenly thought of his other son.
No, he has disowned me and he is no longer my son.
Song Shiwen hinted to Song Ming subtly, and Song Ming nodded. He knew that the effect of Liang Qingwu's medicine had begun to take effect.
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