Han Qi didn't head to the inner courtyard after leaving the Cishi Hall. Seeing Zhao Xie's military training methods and his level of classical learning, he suddenly felt that the so-called heavenly fire was somewhat dull and uninteresting.

  Nothing is more important than the wisdom of a strong general and the heir to the throne, as for the heavenly fire, let it burn whoever it wants to burn. If the officials want to cover it up, then so be it.

  In a sense, at this time, the prime minister really had the heart to change the current situation of the Song Dynasty.

  Zhao Xi understood that neither the Imperial City Guard nor his own father could compare to Han Qi in terms of intelligence, not even a little finger.

  Accompanying Sun Fu Gong to see off Xiang Gong, I saw that Han Qi did not enter the inner courtyard, but instead went to the imperial court with a calm and composed manner, which made me feel more at ease.

  Green vitriol oil and white phosphorus are easy to say, but sulfur is not that water can wash away the traces of the submarine car. The smell is too big. For Han Qi's type of browsing group books, smart people who know military affairs may only need to get close to the palace wall to understand the cat's hind legs.

  It's all over now... This matter is settled.

  The ones who died in the fire were not ordinary officials of the Imperial City Guard, but a formal sequence of martial generals. Zhao Zhen still needs to inform the various ministers on the court, and the specific treatment is still to be decided by the court.

  "Gentlemen, yesterday in the inner courtyard, Liu Feng and Liu Luoming, both Wu school lieutenants, met with disaster while on patrol. The manner of consolation is still to be decided by the imperial court."

  Inside the Yanfu Palace, he followed the daily routine of reporting to the emperor. After all, the new law had just been implemented, and Zhao Zhen was originally cautious and meticulous. The imperial court was not a place where one could speak freely, so he needed to ask questions every day.

  The actual purpose is not to clarify the new policy, but rather to give him determination from his superiors.

  Liu Feng Liu Luming? Fu Yi remembered that yesterday the official from the Western Court reported, this Liu Feng Liu Luming seems to have been manipulated to go out... Is it a coincidence?

  Han Qi and Fu Bian looked at each other...

  "It is official, as per usual practice."

  Zhao Zhen suddenly felt a kind of inexplicable ease, couldn't tell, always thought that the masters hadn't gotten to the bottom of this matter and let him breathe a sigh of relief.

  ……

  Zhao Xi was very interested in the poetic gatherings of this era, and when Sun Fu told him that there would be a gathering at Zishan Hall tomorrow night, he decided to join in.

  This has always been his yearning. In this era, if you haven't attended such a banquet, you wouldn't dare to say that you are an elite.

  "Mother, I'll be back very late tomorrow night."

  "What's going on?"

  "The teacher said that Zaishantang will have a drinking party, and all those who are under the age of primary school can participate. The child wants to go take a look."

  The child is having a drinking party? Empress Cao was shocked when she heard about it.

  Indeed, Zishan Hall often hosts banquets, and even government officials hold banquets at Zishan Hall. However, it has never been heard of that there would be a banquet specially organized for young children.

  Xue Er... never mind. Since her illness, Xue Er has been easy-going and has never made any excessive demands. Other trivial matters don't need to be bothered with by children anyway.

  The queen agreed, and Tiao Niang looked at her with envy...

  On that day, the officials did not arrive at Ciming Palace, so the empress had to send someone to inform them. Although Zaishantang was still in the palace, since it was a banquet and there were many people, it was inevitable that Xier's safety should be arranged by the officials.

  Zhao Xi didn't know about the many things behind his back. From the early morning when he entered school, he had been imagining the scene of this banquet.

  Finally, it's summer vacation.

  "Your Highness, the matter of attending the banquet needs to be clarified again. You may not be able to participate under your true name. After all, this is a grand affair, and although it has been approved by Her Majesty, I dare not act rashly."

  Sun Fu just mentioned yesterday that this is not at Taishan College, and he can bring a few Tongsheng to participate casually.

  Jia Zheng knew himself, but Sun Fu always felt that he intentionally let Wang Ye participate.

  The cat in the government office, Sun Fu didn't understand. He thought no one would intentionally harm the prince, which was a great taboo. Although the officials were kind, they involved the succession of the throne, and no one knew what would happen.

  "The student knows, I can be called Zhao Riyu."

  One word split in two, it can also be reversed.

  Zhao Xi just didn't bother to think of a temporary name and used it casually once or twice.

  He walked into the central hall, only to find that the entire central hall was decorated with pots and pots of flowers, all of which were peonies.

  From single-petaled to double-petaled, from lotus-shaped to pompon-shaped, there are all kinds.

  Zhao Xi had always thought that the varieties of peonies were cultivated in later generations, but now he finally understands that the peonies of the Song Dynasty were already so diverse.

  Zhao Xi's recent performance is really like a country bumpkin, looking around in all directions, feeling like everything is fresh.

  He's really a bit like a child. It wasn't until now that Sun Fu realized that Wang Ye was still just a young boy.

  He didn't know if Zhao Xi was like the peony in his memory, and whether it was the same as the one placed in the middle hall at this time.

  Among the many peonies, there are those so-called neighbor small tables that require kneeling and sitting.

  Each table had a seating sign, surprisingly just like in later generations. The convention of ranking by seniority seems to have originated from ancient times.

  Zhao Xi thought that with Sun Fu's title and mission, he should be almost at the entrance. As a result, Sun Fu led him all the way in, nearly to the center, before he saw Sun Fu's nameplate.

  Zhao Xi felt a bit disappointed and suddenly remembered that in a certain TV series, several farmers played the Huashan swordsmanship.

  What a waste of so many peonies!

  "Today, I, Ri Xiu, have followed Ming Fu to take my seat again, but can only go this far. All the gentlemen officials and university scholars, as well as many professors from the Imperial Academy are present."

  Zhao Xi was quite surprised. He roughly knew the rank of Sun Fu, this Secretary of the Imperial Academy's proofreader. And looking at the current seating arrangement, this place is only one or two tables away from all of you gentlemen...

  Looking around at some of the unfamiliar names on the seating arrangement, Zhao Xi suddenly understood. This unofficial banquet wasn't arranged according to official rank, but rather seemed to be determined by one's standing among the scholars.

  Whatever, I'm just here to make an appearance anyway. Zhao Xi really is just here to gain experience, no other thoughts.

  "The student understands."

  It doesn't matter where you sit, as long as you can appreciate this gentleman's poetry and couplets.

  Han Qi and Fu Bi arrived together after leaving the government office. Attending banquets was a common occurrence for them, but today's banquet specially set up for young children was their first time.

  It was still such a grand style, and almost the entire imperial court received an invitation.

  Anyway, they're not the main characters, so the two of them walked in with ease, chatting and laughing.

  "Tomorrow again... this..."

  Fu Bi originally wanted to greet Sun Fu, but found that beside Sun Fu was actually Zhao Xi.

  "Sir, this is Ming Fu's disciple, Ri Xi."

  They are all clever people.

  Zhao Xi really did it like a student, getting up and bowing.

  At this time, Fan Zhongyan and Ouyang Xiu also arrived, and they also came over...

  "Tomorrow again, you... foolish!"

  "Returning to Lord Bao, tomorrow I will again receive an invitation. It seems that Lord Jia has something in mind. Di Xiu also received special permission..."

  Fu Bi glanced around and saw the busy servants in the hall... damned servants! They were all imperial guards from the Huang Cheng Temple.

  "Mr. Fan, calm down, don't be anxious, take a seat."

  The masters left, and even Zhao Xi let out a sigh of relief, not to mention Sun Fu.

  They won't care if you're a prince or not, this scolding doesn't leave any face. It's like they think they're some kind of big shot, but they can't even talk about face.

  "Who is in charge of today's banquet?"

  As soon as he sat down, Han Qi asked. The gentlemen all sit together.

  "Listening to what Lord Jia said, it seems to be from Prince Bi of the Wude period, Zong Yi..."

  Is Marquis of Ping using this to make a name for Marquis of Wu? Who believes it? What is going on again?

  For a moment, all the gentlemen were stunned.