After being reborn as a widow, the mistress of the Hou family remarried a powerful official

Just as the Holy Father commanded, this year's inner banquet was held together with the outer court banquet, but the concubines in the harem had to sit across a curtain, and someone had to wait on them to eat, toast, and drink, which was very troublesome.

Fortunately, because Ke Yiqing was the royal wife and a widow, she did not need to use a curtain to cover her. She was just arranged to sit with the family members of various princes, and there were also children of aristocratic families beside her, which really complemented each other very well.

She was always dressed plainly today, but considering that it was a big day like the New Year, she chose a blue rabbit fur skirt with a stand-up collar and an ocher-red agate hairpin.

Red and green, what comes out is a vulgarity.

"How is it? Madam's clothes and jewelry today match well, don't they?"

Yu Jin chuckled, "It does match him, he looks like a wealthy businessman."

The two of them were talking here, and the ladies behind them were also whispering and laughing, but the focus of their discussion was not on Ke Yiqing, but on an uninvited guest at this year's annual banquet.

"Have you heard?"

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that the Turkic prince sent a letter a few days ago, saying that he wanted to attend our annual banquet together."

As soon as the word "Tujue" came out, the ladies immediately screamed in surprise.

"Are you really from that unruly place?"

"Can it be false? There will never be another Turkic dynasty."

The timid ones are already scared, but the bold ones find it lively and fresh. These ladies have lived in Shengjing for a long time, what new things have they not seen?
But I have never seen anything like this from Turks.

"I've always heard that Turks are an extremely bitter and cold place, and people there don't like to take baths. I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Yeah, if that's really the case, I'm afraid I won't be able to swallow even the best delicacies at the New Year's Banquet!"

After saying that, there was another burst of anger.

At this time, an awkward Chinese voice came from the gate.

"Is this the way you treat guests in Daqi? How dare you mock our national traditions?!"

A short and stocky man came in. Different from the regular uniform of Daqi men, he was wearing mink fur, his trousers were tied tightly, and he had a pair of boots buckled on his thick calves, and there seemed to be a beard hidden behind him.

The father-in-law, who was sweating profusely, and the soldiers who were waiting for him came running behind him.

The father-in-law said anxiously: "Prince Dule, there are many noble people here, so you can't bring a knife in!"

"Huh, you Han people just have a lot of rules."

The other party sneered coldly and seemed not to take the father-in-law seriously. But when the guard came forward vigilantly, he suddenly pulled out his sword and threw it, almost hitting an official in the audience.

The official was a civil servant, and when he saw the battle, he was immediately frightened to the point of peeing.

Prince Du Le laughed loudly, "Why is it that the whole court is filled with women? Do you Han people have no men?"

Everyone's expressions changed greatly, even the father-in-law's face was not good-looking. Prince Dule was mocking the weakness of their Daqi men.

The guard could no longer endure it and immediately stepped forward and drew his weapon.

"That's all my weapons, what else do you want?"

Prince Dule looked unkind, and the two tribes following him also looked fierce. Their Turkic army was outside the pass. If anything happened to the prince, their general would soon lead his troops to attack.

Someone stood up during the banquet in the outer court and said, "Changsheng has met Prince Durer."

"who are you?"

The father-in-law pulled him and explained in detail, and it took a long time for the prince to understand.

"Oh, you are the son of the emperor's sister, but you are barely qualified to talk to me."

Faced with the provocation and disdain in his words, Yu Changsheng was not angry at all. He filled a bottle of wine and said, "This is my Daqi's fine wine. Prince Dule has come all the way here, so he might as well try it first."

After being reminded by Yu Changsheng, the other party remembered his purpose, and his attitude suddenly became much kinder.

But he was still quite unconvinced, "Huh, your Daqi's drinks are not good, they seem to be for women and children."

"Prince Du Lei has a good drinker and I admire him for his longevity." "This is natural."

Yu Changsheng drank the glass of wine and bowed again: "I have long heard that Prince Du Le is famous for his riding and shooting. It is not whether I am lucky enough to see the prince's style."

"What's so difficult about this? After the banquet is over, we can just find an empty space to sign and sign!"

"That's all for now."

Du Le hesitated and said: "At the moment?"

Although he did not understand the rules of Daqi, he also knew that it was inappropriate to wield a sword in front of the Emperor of Daqi. Although he was not afraid of the Emperor of Daqi, he was not willing to offend anyone for the sake of the food this time.

Yu Changsheng smiled and said: "We in Daqi have a folk gadget that is very popular among young masters and young ladies. It is most appropriate to try it out at the end of the year."

"What is this?"

"Pitch the pot."

Under his father-in-law's instructions, Prince Durer finally understood that throwing pots requires just as much skill and accuracy as riding and shooting. After trying it a few more times, he became quite confident.

"If you throw the pot, you will throw the pot. How can I be no match for a man like a woman like you?!"

As soon as these words came out, many people below were aggrieved for Yu Changsheng.

"His Royal Highness gave him such face, but in the end he received such abuse!"

"Yes, yes, these Turks are really barbaric and vulgar."

Regarding these, Yu Changsheng just smiled lightly and said, "Prince Dule please."

The palace maids and eunuchs quickly cleaned the place and set up pots and bottles one, two, and three feet above the ground.

Ke Yiqing's originally worried heart dropped to the ground at this moment, "His Royal Highness will definitely win this game."

Yu Jin looked very anxious, "How can Madam be so sure? This slave girl doesn't think Prince Dule is easy to get along with."

"Just wait and see."

As the child of a champion, Yu Changsheng was not very interested in martial arts, riding and hunting, but she was quite accomplished in shooting. She once heard an expert archer tell it with admiration.

"If His Royal Highness uses all his strength, we may not be able to get the first place."

The reason why they don't use all their strength is simply that they want to leave these money and gold foils to miserable people like them who lick blood with the tip of a knife.

What a fairy-like figure.

Now this god is standing in the field, his posture is like a pine tree, "Prince Dule please."

"Okay, I'll come first. I'll come first. Don't be so scared that you wet your pants, hahahaha!"

The prince took the lead, and with just a beep, the arrow was thrown steadily into the pot, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly, which shows the great strength of this man.

Ke Yiqing's heart tightened. After all, the other party was a ruthless person who wanted to conquer the world on horseback...

To her surprise, Yu Changsheng changed his humble attitude this time. He took the gauze to cover his eyes, and then gently picked it up with his jade-like fingers.

The arrow shot straight into the pot.

Prince Durer was furious.

"You, a Central Plains native, are still teasing me like this!"

Ke Yiqing stood up and choked back: "How come, Prince Dule can't even compare to His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, who looks like a woman?"

"you!"

She walked out of her seat and said, "Not to mention His Royal Highness, I think Prince Dule can't even compare to my little maid!"

As soon as these words came out, the room was in an uproar.

It’s so annoying. I may not be able to update it again today. I’ll update another chapter in the early morning. I’ll try my best...