At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

The water flowing wine pavilion.

The pavilion was already full of people, and the banquet had not officially started yet.

Everyone just drank tea and chatted.

"I have heard for a long time that His Majesty personally painted the Jiangling Marquis Mansion."

"I never thought it would be more refined and elegant than I imagined."

The person who spoke was the one who gave the book to Jiang Jizhou in the library earlier.

He looked around and saw only running water, winding past him and flowing far to the west.

It is said to be a pavilion, but it is almost the same size as a courtyard.

With this kind of handwriting, he very much doubted that their Majesty was possessed by a ghost and could be so generous back then.

Just as I was thinking about it, a series of exquisite refreshments came floating in a wooden boat.

He quickly grabbed a plate, and before he had time to place it on the table, he reached out to pick up some snacks.

It's so crispy and fragrant in the mouth that you can't wait to eat it all on your tongue.

Like a cow chewing a peony, it is swallowed in a few licks.

The poor official smacked his lips and said in confusion: "What kind of snack is this? It's so delicious!"

"This is crab powder cake. The crabs were brought back to Beijing by someone in the same year as Xie Lin."

A clear voice sounded in front of him to the right.

He raised his eyes and hurriedly stood up to salute, "Master Marquis."

Seeing the Marquis of Jiangling coming, the others hurriedly stood up to greet him and said in unison: "I have seen the Marquis of Jiangling."

Xie Yuheng raised his hand and said with a smile: "You are of the same age, so there is no need to be polite."

"Today is a literary banquet. Let's make friends with literature and not talk about political affairs."

Someone said with embarrassment: "I haven't touched poetry and poetry for a long time. I'm afraid I won't be able to compare with those of my generation."

"Me too!"

"Since I joined the Ministry of Justice, I have been reading various files every day. I'm afraid I can only compete with the little boy when it comes to writing poems."

"Stop talking, I do the same..."

"Me too!"

Voices of agreement came and went.

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is to participate." Xie Yuheng said with a smile.

"I can't even compose a line of poetry, but today's fine wine and delicacies are enough."

The big man from the Ministry of Justice who just spoke up immediately clapped his hands and praised loudly: "Master Hou is so majestic——"

While talking, another gong sounded, officially opening the banquet.

The servant holds a large tray and puts the dishes into the water steadily.

When the dishes are almost ready, wine is put in. Whoever takes the wine has to compose a poem.

For a time, the sound of singing came and went.

Others brought leaves and played music to accompany them.

The big man from the Ministry of Punishment took a bowl of wine and drank it by mouth:

"What you get from being drunk, the drinker can tell for himself, but who knows how long it will last for thousands of years!"

The people behind him were unhappy, turned around, and looked at the big man speechlessly.

"Fuck you, uncle, didn't you say you read files every day in the Ministry of Justice?"

The big man chuckled and didn't answer him. He raised his hand and drank the wine completely.

What a stupid ass, he was just being polite with the Marquis, but someone actually took him seriously...

"Good wine!"

Xie Yuheng was sitting at the front. Seeing this, he shook his head and laughed.

He has been an official for nearly ten years, but he still believes in other people's words so easily that he doesn't know what to say.

The flying wine is limited to the room, and everyone is getting more and more excited.

I don’t know what the people on Xie Yuheng’s side were talking about, but someone suddenly exclaimed:

"When it comes to talented women, the eldest lady of the Chi family is proficient in all kinds of poetry, lyrics and songs. It's a pity that beauty is so unlucky!"

The sound was so loud that even Chi Song and Butler Ding heard it from some distance away.

Butler Ding's heart skipped a beat, as if he had been struck by lightning.

More than ten days ago, the master tried to silence Fang Fengxu.

Unexpectedly...if you move a chess piece, one will be pulled out.

Until now, Fang Fengxu's eyes were still dark and he had no idea what was going on.

Butler Ding was thinking and subconsciously looked towards Xie Yuheng.

Unexpectedly, Xie Yuheng was also looking at him, with a smile on his face.

When Butler Ding saw it, he felt as if he was being stared at by a jackal, and a chill ran down his back.

Could it be that Fang Fengxu did it?

Did Xie Yuheng read the confession?

Did she just make people say this on purpose to hit the Chi family?

Butler Ding was restless and just wanted to go back home quickly and tell his master everything that happened today.

After finally getting through to the end of the banquet, it was almost Shenshizheng. Butler Ding hurriedly fiddled with the pond pine and left the banquet early.

Chi Song frowned and whispered: "It's not good to leave just after eating."

Butler Ding blew out a burst of hot air from his nose and snorted disdainfully.

"Does the young master really take himself seriously enough to befriend the Marquis of Jiangling?"

Chi Song lowered his eyes and brushed away the wrinkles on his robe with his fingers.

Then he stood up and said goodbye according to Butler Ding's words.

When we found Xie Yuheng, the young man had several pieces of white paper stuck on his face and was playing leaf cards.

Chi Song told him his purpose, and his eyes met the cards in Xie Yuheng's hand.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. No wonder, these people had white stripes on Marquis Jiangling's face.

This card is small, I guess there will be more stickers after a while...

"Ugh."

Xie Yuheng sighed helplessly and put the cards in his hand on the table. It didn't matter whether he took them or not!

The young man turned his head and moved aside the white stripe on his face with his long fingers.

Xie Yuheng met Chi Song's eyes, raised his lips and asked, "I heard that Mr. Chi was born from an outside family?"

This confused question made Chi Song slightly startled, but he quickly replied: "Exactly."

"Speaking of which, I have never paid a visit to my house. I wonder if your mother is still in good health?"

Mother...no one has mentioned her mother for a long time.

The sadness in Chi Song's eyes almost flooded his eyes.

His voice was low, "Master Lao is thinking about me, my mother... my aunt has been dead for many years."

Xie Yuheng lowered his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table.

When Chi Song got married, no female family members were heard in Gaotang.

I originally thought that he was still in control, but it turned out that he was already dead?

Why does Chi Song still stay in the Chi family, trapped by others, or is he blinded by Qian Quan?

Xie Yuheng's thoughts were spinning all at once, and he saw Butler Ding looking around in the distance.

Xie Yuheng called out: "Rong Liu, send Mr. Chi out of the house."

"Got it."

Rong Liu picked up a bamboo basket and stuffed it into Chi Song's hand.

"This is a return gift. Mr. Chi, take it and come this way -"

When you are a guest, you need to give a gift, and the host naturally needs a gift in return.

Chi Song returned the gift with his hand and followed Rong Liu silently.

The sadness caused by being asked about his mother lingered with him.

That year, my mother died on a busy street.

But he could not get off the carriage and collect the body himself.

Although it was later found out that it was Chi Wanjun who released his mother and persuaded her to commit suicide.

His mother Xu thought that if she was gone, he would be free from the Chi family's sanctions.

But it's not that easy. Not to mention that he has registered with the Chi family, it is just beating the drum to complain.

At that time, there were no caravans in Daliang, and the Silk Road still relied on Wusun to go west.

In this way, beating the drum is in vain.

Chi Guanxu will not be convicted, nor will the Chi family be confiscated directly.