The happy life of a prodigal

Yang Ming raised his wine glass and frequently paid respects to the people around him.

These people are more or less related to the Ministry of Rites, or they are people around King Ning, so they naturally respect Shang Shu's son very much.

Yang Ming responded one by one, and finally took a sip of wine.

His gaze scanned the crowd again, and that hateful face appeared in his sight again.

He gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't bear the gradually rising anger, took a step, and walked towards Fang Xiu.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu was a little surprised.

What does it mean?

Does he still want to openly attack himself in front of so many people?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look him up and down.

Then, Fang Xiu laughed.

Although my body is not very good, after all, I have honed it in the army for a while, and it is not a problem to meet a fine-skinned and tender-skinned gentleman...

As long as this Mr. Yang has a little bit of self-knowledge, it is impossible to do anything to himself.

That being the case, there is nothing to worry about...

Fang Xiu withdrew his gaze and looked at the dancing girl on the stage.

I don't know when the song is over.

The graceful dancers flicked their gorgeous silk sleeves, gave a dignified lady's salute to everyone present, and walked down.

At the same time, a mysterious woman with a veil on her face came up from the stage.

Several dancers moved a guqin together and placed it in the center of the stage.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the cabinet began to discuss in low voices.

All of a sudden, the entire Prince Ning's Mansion became quiet again.

Fang Xiu didn't show much surprise when he saw this figure.

As early as a few hours ago, he knew that at the banquet at Prince Ning's Mansion, the number one gentleman in Yirenju would definitely appear...

Chapter 132 I'm Disgusted

All the people present were of status and status. Although they were a little surprised by Lin Wanqing's performance on stage, it was only for a short while.

Given the status of His Highness King Ning, it is not unusual to be able to invite Yi Renju's top card.

Everyone just discussed in a low voice for a moment, and then continued to talk on their own.

Miss Wanqing on the stage began to play the tune.

For a moment, the entire Prince Ning's Mansion was immersed in the melodious sound of the piano.

At this time, Yang Ming had already walked in front of Fang Xiu.

There was a gloomy look in his eyes, but with a smile on his face, he said, "Fang..."

Before he could speak, he saw Fang Xiu stand up from his seat and go straight to the table next to him.

It seemed that he hadn't seen him.

He was slightly taken aback, his original calm expression disappeared, replaced by coldness and anger.

Since the moment he was born in the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Rites, since he was a child, no one has ever ignored him like this.

Even His Royal Highness King Ning, though not as respectful as seeing his father when seeing him, still gave him enough face.

He is a little left-handed general, and his father is no more than one at best.

Although he holds the military power, in the state of Chu, which emphasizes culture over military affairs, his status is still a bit lower than that of the Minister of Rites.

Why does he...

What qualifications do you have, ignore yourself! ?

Yang Ming stared fixedly at Fang Xiu's back, his gaze became darker and colder, and he waved his hand.

On the side, the servant who was close to him immediately came up, lowered his head, and said respectfully: "My lord, what are your orders?"

Yang Ming watched Fang Xiu sit next to Xia Yixue, and seemed to think of something, with a smile on his face, he leaned into the servant's ear and whispered something.

On the other side, Fang Xiu sat beside Xia Yixue, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and asked, "Why is Xia Butou sitting in such a remote place?"

Xia Yixue glanced at Fang Xiu, and said calmly: "Aren't you the same?"

Fang Xiu smiled, and said: "My young master is born with a dull personality and doesn't like to join in the fun. I didn't expect that Xia Tutou is also a fellow. If so, I will toast Xia Tutou first."

After speaking, he raised his glass and drank it down.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yixue was slightly moved.

As a person who loves wine, no one knows better than her the intensity of getting drunk.

Even an alcoholic who is addicted to alcohol may not be able to bear such a drink, but this guy...

She seemed to be fine, except for a slight blush on her face.

I didn't expect...he could drink so much.

Xia Yixue thought for a while, then picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

It's just that she only had half of her glass of wine, so she didn't have much reaction.

"His Royal Highness Prince Ning's banquet is quite generous. It costs ten taels of silver to get drunk. On weekdays, I can't bear to drink too much..."

Fang Xiu played with the jade wine glass and said with a smile.

This is just a joke. For other people, ten taels of silver to get drunk may indeed be a bit more expensive.

But to Fang Xiu, it is not much different from water.

After all, after several improvements, Fangfu's distillation equipment has been greatly improved, and the distillation efficiency has been greatly improved, so the cost has also dropped a lot.

Xia Yixue looked in the direction of King Ning with her beautiful eyes, she seemed to have thought of something, she shook her head lightly, and did not speak.

Fang Xiu saw that Xia Yixue didn't respond to his intentions, and he didn't bother to make fun of himself, so he served the wine with the sound of Lin Wanqing's piano, and drank one cup at a time.

Soon, the pot on the table was empty.

Good thing...

Not far from each table, servants from Prince Ning's Mansion stared at them.

If there is a shortage of pastries, vegetables, fruits, wine and tea, they will be added immediately.

Fang Xiu poured the wine into the jade cup, but suddenly realized that someone behind him seemed to be looking at him.

Turning his head to look, he saw that Mr. Yang was looking at him.

The eyes of the two briefly met for the third time, but this time, they did not separate.

Yang Ming showed a faint smile on his face, which could be regarded as a fresh meat in later generations, and raised the wine glass in his hand to greet Fang Xiu slightly.

Enemies should be resolved rather than knotted.

The previous conflict between the two was nothing, it was just for some business interests.

Now that he has let go, Fang Xiu has no reason not to let go.

Fang Xiu looked at Yang Ming, also smiling, and raised his glass.

Yang Ming watched Fang Xiu drink up the wine in his glass, the smile on his face became brighter, he stood up and walked in front of him.

"I've heard for a long time that Mr. Fang is handsome and unrestrained, but seeing him today, he really lives up to his reputation..."

Yang Ming gives the impression that he is a handsome young man.

No matter what time, it is a calm and composed expression.

It seems that he is confident in everything he faces, and looks like he is planning a strategy.

Coupled with his noble background, he can be said to be the standard protagonist in a love story, the object of thousands of girls' dreams.

Don't stretch out your hand to hit a smiling person, even if it's a dog that wags its tail in front of you, you should reward it with a few bones, isn't it...

Fang Xiu looked at Yang Ming, smiled, and said, "You too..."

Yang Ming's expression froze slightly, but it took only a moment for him to restore his previous smile.

He took two steps closer, leaned close to Fang Xiu's ear, and whispered, "That incident...was it Mr. Fang's doing?"

Fang Xiu looked puzzled and asked, "What is it?"

His voice was loud and attracted the attention of many people.

Yang Ming's face became a little gloomy, and he said lightly: "Mr. Fang is a smart man, why pretend he doesn't know?"

When Fang Xiu heard this, his face showed a look of surprise, and he said, "Mr. Yang is talking about the Zuihua Pavilion?"

He had deliberately raised the tone of his voice, and Lin Wanqing's piano sound had just stopped, and the surrounding area became much quieter.

People at several nearby tables heard the words 'Mr. Yang' and 'Zuihuage'.

There is nothing wrong with these two words alone, but if they are combined, they represent a beautiful love-hate entanglement that is well known in the capital.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.

All eyes were on the direction where the voice came from.

Who is it that has the guts to bring up the 'Drunk Flower Pavilion' in front of Mr. Yang in Prince Ning's Mansion.

Fang Xiu didn't seem to notice the change in the atmosphere, and continued: "I don't know much about the Zuihua Pavilion, I only know about Mr. Yang's two...

The two friends seemed to have some prejudice against Young Master Yang and insulted Young Master Yang.

How can this work?

Others don't know, but this young master can't understand that Mr. Yang is a decent person, and he is the eldest son of Lord Shangshu, he is very talented, handsome and unrestrained.

Two pig heads of unknown origin, what qualifications do they have to insult Young Master Yang.

When this young master thinks of this matter, he feels angry for you Mr. Yang.

What are those two pig heads? They said they had an affair with Mr. Yang, so did they really have an affair?

Saying that you, Mr. Yang, are a heartless person, are you really a heartless person?

According to this young master, this is simply slander and slander... despised by others, bah! "

Chapter 133 The Unforgettable General Fang Zhonglang

Fang Xiu's face was filled with righteous indignation.

People who don't know really think that he is fighting for Yang Ming...

Can......

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on Fang Xiu, and expressions of watching the excitement appeared on their faces.

Most of these people didn't have much entanglement with Prince Ning's Mansion and the Ministry of Rites. They didn't have much feeling for the "Pig Head Son" which is well-known in the capital, but they were very interested in Yang Ming's embarrassment.

Of course, there were also some people who showed anger, and the other party stared at him angrily. If he hadn't taken King Ning's face into consideration, he might have rushed up and punched Fang Xiu.

Undoubtedly, these people are naturally Prince Ning's cronies, or officials from the Ministry of Rites.

As for the protagonist of this matter, Yang Ming.

His face had turned livid, his fists were clenched tightly, and he looked at Fang Xiu with gritted teeth, his eyes seemed to spew out fire.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu stopped, with a concerned expression on his face, and asked, "Mr. Yang, why is your face... so red?"

Yang Ming's body trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't help rushing forward, tearing his mouth open.

But he knew that if he really did that, not only would Ning Wangdian lose face, but his reputation would further deteriorate.

And this... should be exactly what Fang Xiu wanted to see.

If you can bear it and don't say anything, after the news gets out, the people in the capital will know that Mr. Yang is a gentle and gentle Mr. Pianpian.

After all, he had shown himself in this image before.

As for Fang Xiu, he will have an extra notoriety of being unsophisticated.