Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Chapter name: 194 windy night banquet

194. Feast

At the entrance of Xiangyang City, Feng Zhiyao smiled and stood up. There were a lot of officials in the city who still watched the busy people looking at the team that was slowly approaching. Officials in several Fuyang cities were wearing casual clothes, and the more beautiful Feng San Gongzi was in a red dress. Compared with the randomness of the host, the other person's uniform is a grand and strange. Feng Zhiyao held a folding fan and leaned against the wall. He casually asked: "Is this hot day, wear so much, are they not hot?" So he said, what good is the official? On the hot days, the upper dynasties will have three floors and three floors, and they are not afraid to give themselves sickness. It should be known that Dachu is known as the state of etiquette. Even the summer attire is full of four or five layers. Moreover, the uniform fabric of the court is not a light and breathable yarn product, but to show the royal style and solemnity. They are all made of thick and gorgeous Yunjin. Just look at the appearance of the guards and sweat and know how hot it is.

No one next to him returned to his question, because the team in front of it has already reached the gate of the city. The people in Xiangyang City are still very curious. If there is nothing in the northwest, there will be no real dignitaries for decades. The biggest person the people can see is the guard in the city. Nowadays, there is a certain king living in Xiangyang City. Now, two princes and several big officials have come again. The people naturally flocked to the city gate to see the heat...to meet the imperial messenger.

Hundreds of guards escorted this long team to stop at the gate of the city. The first red sandal carved carriage came down to a slightly rich old man, wearing a purple robes, but he had to be white but he was quite proud of all beings. The person who was stepping on a guard was grounded and glanced at the crowd standing at the gate of the city and suddenly his face sank. Feng Zhiyao only saw his face, and smiled and greeted him with a smile: "Ding Wangfu Feng San was ordered by the lord to meet the two princes and adults, and Feng San met the king."

"Feng three, Feng Zhiyao?" De Wang looked down at Feng Zhiyao. Feng Zhiyao’s famous de Wang naturally heard that if he was ordinary, he wouldn’t mind giving his late generations a little face, but at this time, Mo Xiuzhen sent a clothed person as an official to meet, but he hit his face. When the king was a year old, the emperor would also respect him for two points. Where did he endure this? Feng Zhiyao smiled and said: "It is really down, and the Royal Highness of the King is a good memory."

De Wang cold and cold road: "Where is the ink repair?" Although the king of the king is a young man, he is a generation of peacemakers. In addition, the status of the king's palace will meet with the king. He will also be called a king, but now that Mo Xiuqi does not give him a face, he naturally does not intend to give him a face, and he will call his name without any politeness. Feng Zhiyao is not angry, smiles awkwardly: "Wang Hao is pregnant, Wang Ye is Wang Xi and Xiao Shizi, so innocent comes to meet Wang Ye, and also ask Wang Ye for forgiveness." De Wang face a burst of white, The euphemism that Feng Zhiyao said, but the meaning of the words is very clear. Ding Wang is busy with Wang Hao, no time to meet you.

"Let's relax! The emperor has already won the title of ink repair, and he dares to call his prince again!" De Wang yelled.

Feng Zhiyao’s eyes are drooping, and the officials standing behind him are all the princes of the royal family. They can tolerate the king’s rudeness. They are going to go up. The Yuwang Yu, who is in the carriage behind the theory, has already rushed up and quickly pulled the king. Playing round, "What happened to Emperor Huang? We have finally arrived in Fuyang in a thousand miles. How did you get angry at the gate of this city? Hey... Is this Feng Sangong?" Feng Zhiyao was famous in Beijing, and Mo Jing Yu naturally knows him. Feng Zhiyao smiled and said: "Feng San has seen Yu Wang, Su Daren, Mo Daren."

Su Zhe was the oldest person. Under the long journey, the old face was full of exhaustion and paleness, but he nodded to the phoenix. Feng Zhiyao looked at Su Zhe, and his heart sighed slightly and let the city gate open a group of people into the city. When he was young, he followed Mr. Mo Xiu, and he had received many teachings from Su Zhe. Think again about the Su Drama, who is still in the dungeon, and can't help but sigh in his heart.

"The two princes and adults must be short-lived. They are also invited to rest in the city. Later, Wang Ye and Wang Hao will take over for a few."

De Wang glanced at the officials and the people who were staring at his face and looked bad. He also knew that it would only be himself if he was troubled here. He snorted and walked to the city. Ink Jingyu looked around and smiled, and the heart sighed that the ink repaired into the main sun was only half a year, so that the officials in the city could focus on him, and the strength of the palace and the influence on the people were really deep. Untestable.

The temper of Dewang is the old savory, and it is impossible to get the phoenix at the gate of the city. It is impossible to get a feast at the evening in the evening, and to enter the city, regardless of the phoenix’s temporary residence. Go straight to the Taishou House and go. In fact, he did not understand that Mo Xiuzhen did not intend to send someone to meet him. If Feng Zhiyao did not bring people, he had such a big squad to the gate of the city but there was no one, and it was even worse. When he arrived at the Taishou House, he was told that Wang Ye and Wang Hao had just moved to the new house. From now on, the Taishou House is the residence of Fuyang Taishou. So the gas was rushing, and the king took the man to the Dingwangfu in the southeast of Fuyang City. This time I came to the northwest. I was originally a king of Germany. He couldn’t take a break to find the theory of ink repair. Others naturally couldn’t rest. They had to go with them.

Dingwangfu is located in the southeast of Xiangyang City, on the main axis of the city on Xuanwu Street. Naturally, it is not as big as the size of the king's palace in Chujing. However, after several months of reconstruction, it is quite large. After all, the prosperity of Chu Jing is more than a few simple and heroic in the northwest, adding a bit of chill. On the gate, the simple word of the king's palace is three words, and the dragon is magnificent. De Wang’s angry fingers shook his hair. “Let’s go! It’s too arrogant. What do you want to do with ink repair?” The people around me silently said that Dewang was just angry and wanted to vent his temper, not really wanting someone to answer. In particular, Mo Jingyu is standing on the side as if watching the scenery.

After a while, someone came out and invited a group of people to enter. At the same time, De Wang’s face was even more difficult to look at. In the case of Mo Xiu, he did not come to the city to meet him. Even the gates of the government did not come out. The other three people behind him were also ugly, but it was not because of the problem of face, but that the faction of Ding Wang indicated that he did not intend to give the court face, so that their errands were not good. do. Mo Jingyu directly cursed the ink in the heart and prayed. He was a free prince, and whoever the emperor had nothing to do with him. Mo Jingqi himself will make the relationship of the king's palace worse, but now he has to go to the northwest. If Mo Xiuzhen is really resentful, will these people still have a life in Beijing?

Wei Weimu's face led a group of people into the palace. The young face made him look like he could not manage the affairs of a government. Of course, he is not, in fact, he did not have Zhuo Jing and Lin Han to hide fast, and was arrested by Wang Ye as the temporary director. Looking at the side with a glimpse of Feng Xiaoyao, who was leisurely and self-sufficient, Wei Wei silently agreed with him in his heart. The position of the general manager is very high-minded, and it is really not suitable for young people like them. Listening to people calling themselves a Guardian, the defending would feel a faint stomachache.

In the hall, Mo Xiuzhen was sitting and talking with Ye Li. He saw that the defending man was coming in, and he smiled faintly. "De Wang, Yu Wang, Su Daren, Mo Daren, please sit." Repairing a Huafa casually, the appearance of the eyebrows and smiles is more than a little warmer than the gentleness of the former in the capital, but it also makes people feel close. On the contrary, it is even more shocking. Before the ink repairs have been deceiving people, even if Mo Jingqi tried to lay a lot of spies in the sun, but Chu Jingli still no one knows that ink repairs white hair overnight. It’s shocking to see it now.

De Wang squinted and sighed: "After leaving the capital for some time, have you forgotten the number of ceremonies? It seems that the emperor said that no one in your eyes is really wrong!" Mo Xiu 尧 尧 看着 看着 看着 看着 德 德 德 德 德 德 墨 墨, number of gifts? Do you want to let him salute? In the view of Dewang, Mo Xiuzhen is now only a monk who was captured by the emperor. It is reasonable to say that he should be saluted to him. However, it is a pity that since De Wang entered Xiangyang City, he was destined to continue to be depressed.

"No one in the eyes? How does the king remember that his Majesty is rebellious against the country? Well, Feng San?" A touch of faintness, ink repairs and laughter, but a pair of eyes reveals the chill.

Feng Zhiyao shook his fan and smiled: "When you return to the lord, the sacred sacred decree really says so."

"Bold ink repair! You..." De Wang was so robbed by both of them, and was furious.

"Oh." A singularly singular overshadowed the roar of the king. The white jade cups held by the hands of the people in the hands of Mo Xiu were instantly broken, and a few pieces of broken jade fell on the ground and made a crisp sound. Ink repair slowly spread his hand, and the white powder fell from the palm of his hand and fell on the ground in front of him. Dewang’s nephew suddenly became blocked by something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t say a word for a long time. I only listened to ink repair and laughed and said: "De Wang, whisper a little. If you are scared of the king's love and the world... can really make this king difficult." To the ink-stained eyes, De Wang could not help but feel in the heart. I don’t know how to remember the seven thousand soldiers who were killed by ink repair. After a long while, the German king still dared not say anything again, and a face that was well maintained was a burst of blue and red.

Ink Jingyu looked at everyone in the hall and laughed with a smile: "The uncle of the emperor has come a long way, and it is inevitable that the fire is a bit too big.

Ink repaired his eyes and smirked: "It turns out that it is possible that the weather is hot and inevitably heavy. The northwest is no longer prosperous in the capital. Going back to the king, the king ordered the people to prepare for a falling fire." Mo Jingyu's smiling face is a bit stiff, but it is still necessary to say something. He can see it, let the emperor who is so bad in temper, may not irritate the ink repair, they do not want to live back, "Northwest bitter cold, cold winter and hot summer, the place is very remote When the king went to the expedition for a long time, now the northwest has already calmed down. Why didn’t the class shift back to the DPRK as soon as possible? Also, did Wang Xi and Xiao Shizi suffer here?”

“The class teacher returned to the DPRK?” Mo Xiuzhen seemed to have heard something interesting, and looked at Mo Jingyu. For a long time no see, Mo Jingyu, the idle prince, said that the slang of the swearing words has also risen a lot. Mo Jingqiu decreed his sergeant to cut his military power, and the rebellious treason that was known throughout the world. Now, Mo Jingyu actually told him that the class teacher had returned to the DPRK? Is Mo Jingyu’s own brain problem or does he think he has a problem with his brain?

There is no problem with the mind of Mo Jingyu. It is a problem with the brains of people above him! Struggling to maintain a smile on his face, Mo Jingyu prayed for thousands of times in his heart. Don't say that Mo Xiu couldn't bear him anymore, and he didn't mention that his brother and his brother were against him. If he went on, he would want to go back. Looking at Su Zhe, who is sitting opposite, Mo Jingyu hopes that Mo Xiu can give the old man a little face. After all, Su Zhe is also a half-meditator of Mo Xiu, and he has always respected the old man.

Su Zhe looked at the ink hair of the ink repairing, and he sighed heavily. These old men can be said to have witnessed how the ink repairing from the original arrogance, such as the fire-stricken juvenile to the present day. Mo Xiuzhen was the most proud student of his past, and he was the future granddaughter he had high hopes for. However, after nearly ten years of watching his difficult step by step, he is powerless. This time, it is not the fault of Su Xiu who does not know that the core of Su’s family is too far away. However, there is a point that Su Zhe is well aware, that is, ink repair can never return to Beijing now! Therefore, I found that Mo Jingyu looked at her own eyes. Su Zhe was just coveted and calmly drinking tea, as if he didn't know anything. Su Zhe refused to speak, and Mo was gradually ignorant and couldn’t speak, and Mo Jingyu’s heart was secretly angry but could not be applied.

The atmosphere in the hall has been a little dignified, and the faint gaze of the glass has been swept away from the crowd, whispering: "Several people come from afar, they must be lacking. Why don't you take a break before you have something to talk about at night?" ”

Mo Jingyu, who is in a dilemma, is naturally unable to ask for it. He quickly laughs: "What Wang Hao said is that Xiao Wang is abrupt."

There is nothing to say about the opening of the glass, and there is nothing to say about the ink repair. I am worried about watching Ye Liu and asking: "But tired? I will send you back to rest." I will ignore the guests sitting in the hall and hold on. Ye Li got up and flew to the phoenix and the defending to drop a sentence to entertain the guests and went with the leaves.

Looking at the ink repair and Ye Li disappeared at the door, the German king was able to breathe. Pointing at the door and panting: "He... what is his attitude?" Mo Jingyu smiled and held down the king and persuaded him: "Ding Wang Shantou once had a pregnancy and just robbed, it is inevitable that the king is nervous. Why should the Emperor of the Emperor be angry?" De Wang snorted and took the tea next to him and slammed it to force the anger. On the other hand, Feng Zhiyao picked up his eyebrows and smiled: "The two princes, originally our prince lived in the Taishou House, where the place was small and the place where they stayed was arranged in the inn. Now it happens that Wang Ye Wang moved to Xinfu, and invited Wang Ye and two. An adult is resting in the government." De Wang turned his eyes to him, and of course he could not go to the inn. As the emperor's uncle and the imperial position, if he was thrown into the inn to live, he did not give people a smile when he returned to Beijing?

Wei Wei looked at the crowd with a blank expression and turned to tell the people to arrange the residence.

At night, the entire city of Xiangyang is brightly lit. Different from the greetings of only a few people in the past, the reception of the banquet is extraordinarily grand. The banquet was worshipped on the tower of the east gate of Xiangyang City. Looking at Xuanwu Street from the top down, the streets are filled with crowds of people, and the lights on both sides of the street are full of excitement. The city towers are also staggered, singing and dancing. As long as it is a civil servant in the vicinity of Fuyang City or Xiangyang, there is a night banquet attended by local celebrities in Fuyang. Although Dingwang has been stationed in Xiangyang City for half a year and a half, but the people in the city who have actually seen the king are still very few. As for Ding Wang, it can be said that he has never been exposed outside. Therefore, I saw a white silver dragon-necked robe, and the white-haired snow-like Ding Wang led a Tsing Yi woman with a beautiful face and a beautiful face. When she walked up the tower, everyone could not help but hold it. One white, one green and two people stand side by side, seemingly incomparably harmonious and natural, as if they were born in such a general.

Ink repaired the leaves on the high platform, and carefully held her down. Many of the soldiers who are seated underneath have not seen ink repairs for a long time. Moreover, the soldiers who followed Ye Liu were extraordinarily excited and shouted in unison. "See the royal family Wang Hao!" by their inspiration, On the one hand, the civil servants also got up and went to pay homage. "Below the genus, see Wang Ye, and wish the Queen Wang Xixi a little child!"

Although I didn’t see much of the little things that I wouldn’t want to come out in the belly of Ari, but Mo Xiu’s mood was quite good at this time, and waved: “You are excused.”

At the same time, the sound of the city building also affected the following people who were having fun. I saw that the people who were playing in the city downstairs turned and shook in the direction of the tower. Someone spoke and shouted: "Congratulations to Wang Ye, Wang Qiang, Ankang, congratulations to Wang Wei. Come back!" Someone took the lead, and the people behind them naturally shouted, and the sound almost penetrated the entire city of Xiangyang.

Ink repaired a glass of wine, stood up and looked at the people under the city to mention the channel: "Immediate, tonight, the officials and the people have fun, everyone is free. The king respects you a cup." With the voice of internal force thinking about the surrounding The distance spread. The people under the city stood up and cheered in unison, and the atmosphere was more heated than it was.

On the upper floor of the city, everyone got up and picked up the wine glass: "Thank you, Wang Ye, Wang Hao."

After drinking a cup, ink repaired and sat down and said: "You are free, you don't have to be restrained."

The song and dance silk bamboo re-sounded, and the side of the city tower was harmonious. Dewang and Yuwang, who only sit in front of the guests, are ugly. The two did not expect that when the imperial court tried to destroy the reputation of King Ding, only half a year of ink repairs could make the entire people and civilians of Fuyang City still so obsessed with him. It is better to say that the ink repairing banquet is to give them and the court a loud slap.