People write diaries in Douluo, and Bibi Dong criticizes them like crazy

After chatting with Emperor Xueye and Prince Xuexing for a long time, I realized that the sun had set, so I stood up to say goodbye to them.

"Your Majesty Xue Ye, Prince Xue Xing, it's getting late, and I should go back to the palace. If I have time, I will come to the palace to talk to you two about old times."

Unexpectedly, Emperor Xueye hurriedly stood up and came to him and said sincerely.

"Suppress the demon and worship, don't be in a hurry to go back home, you can have a dinner with my two brothers later.

I have recently acquired several jars of the finest wines. Can you please give me some face? "

Prince Xuexing also stood up, with a friendly smile on his face: "Yes, Demon Suppressing Offering, this is a family banquet. You are the foster father of the child in Qinghe, so you should attend."

Zhao Ling rolled her eyes, and finally nodded in agreement. Since the two brothers were so hospitable, it was hard for him to offend them.

An hour later, night had completely fallen, and the three of them moved to the Xuanhe Hall together.

At this moment, various small tables in the Xuanhe Hall were placed with various delicacies, and the queen had already sat down at a small table with Xue Qinghe in her arms.

Emperor Xue Ye, Prince Xue Xing and Zhao Ling took their seats at other small tables respectively.

In addition, the current head of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and Sword Douluo sat down at two other small tables.

As for Bone Douluo, he was obviously injured by Zhao Ling's punch and had to recuperate in other side halls.

It can be seen that this is different from most banquet rules in China before Zhao Ling traveled through time.

The Tiandou royal family's family banquets are based on a separate meal system, where each person has a small table, and each person can only eat the wine and food placed on their own table.

This is normal. Although the original Douluo novel was written by a Chinese, many customs and etiquette were borrowed from the West.

Zhao Ling just felt that having a banquet should be like a Chinese style with a dozen or so people surrounding a large round table. Only that kind of atmosphere would be like having a banquet. You can also hold wine and complete the game with the whole table full.

What's the point of having one table per person and eating your own food like this? But there is no way, everyone else is like this, I can only choose to respect it.

He glanced at the dishes on his table and found that there were more than a dozen kinds of dishes in total, including pork knuckles, lamb chops, beef, and even bear paws. However, each dish was relatively small, probably because he was afraid of the small portion. The table won't fit.

In addition, there was a jug of wine on the table for each person. Zhao Ling reached out to the jug and fanned his nose. The refreshing aroma of wine penetrated his nose, making his eyes light up instantly.

"Monkey wine smells really good, but I don't know how it tastes."

"That's right, it's monkey wine. I got it by chance. There are less than five jars in total. Come on, drink some to moisten your throat." Emperor Xue Ye smiled enthusiastically at Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling nodded and poured himself a glass. He found that the monkey wine was a golden yellow liquid, which looked a bit like that, but it was obviously impossible.

Despite the fact that Xue Ye, this old boy, was very warm and polite to him, if anyone presented him with messy things, he would probably be disgraced by the entire clan in minutes. After all, he was still an emperor after all.

Moreover, the wine smelled like fruit wine and had no other odors, so he drank the wine in one gulp. It was soft in the mouth, rich in taste, and had the unique sweetness and faint floral aroma of fruit wine.

For people like Zhao Ling who have never drank high-grade soju on Blue Star, this kind of monkey wine is undoubtedly very good.

But if he had drank the high-alcohol liquor on Blue Star, he would probably have a different feeling.

"Suppressing Demons, how about this wine?" Emperor Xue Ye asked impatiently.

"Well, it's indeed a fine wine." Zhao Ling praised it without hesitation, making Emperor Xue Ye narrow his eyes with laughter.

At this moment, a man who looked to be about twenty years old, tall and handsome, walked into the Xuanhe Hall and bowed respectfully to Emperor Xueye.

"See Your Majesty..."

When Emperor Xueye saw the young man, he showed a kind smile on his face: "Fengzhi, why did you just enter the palace now? Your father and I have been waiting for a long time."

The tall and handsome young man showed a gentle smile on his face and said calmly.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I have something to deal with at home, so I'm a little late."

He walked slowly to the side of the contemporary leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and called softly: "Father."

Then he nodded briefly to Luo Chenxin, the sword fighter next to the current leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect: "Uncle Jian."

The current head of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and Sword Dou Luo Chenxin both nodded slightly towards him, and the current head of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect said softly.

"Hurry and take a seat, everyone is waiting for you."

"Hmm..." The young man nodded and sat down at a small table next to the current head of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Zhao Ling also saw what happened just now and couldn't help but glance at the young man curiously.

Is this young man actually Ning Fengzhi? Well, his appearance is indeed relatively good, and compared to his father, his appearance is even better.

No wonder his daughter Ning Rongrong's appearance is so good. If a father is so good-looking, how can a daughter's appearance be so low?

But Zhao Ling quickly looked away, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the pork knuckle, and started to eat happily.

Ning Fengzhi seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He looked left and right in the Xuanhe Hall, and then he asked the current master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect in a tentative tone.

"Father, where is Uncle Gu? Why didn't he come to the banquet?"

"Your Uncle Gu is injured and is now arranged to rest in a side hall."

The current head of the Qibao Glazed Sect told Ning Fengzhi the whole story without raising his head.

When Ning Fengzhi heard that Zhao Ling didn't even use his martial spirit, but knocked Bone Douluo away with his bare hands, and that his whole body was embedded in the wall for more than three inches, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He has always had great confidence in Bone Douluo. After all, Bone Douluo is one of the few powerful titled Douluo that he can come into contact with now.

Such a strong Uncle Bones was actually punched away by this freak, and he didn't even use his martial spirit.

God, Ning Fengzhi felt that either there was something wrong with his ears, or there was something wrong with his father's brain.

How could there be a freak in this world who could punch Uncle Bones against a wall with his bare hands?

However, Uncle Jian told him seriously that this matter was indeed true or that they had seen it with their own eyes, which made Ning Fengzhi even more doubtful about life.

But he knew that this must be true, because his father might lie to him, but with Uncle Jian's character, he would never make such a joke with him.

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but look at Zhao Ling, trying to see from him that he could smash Uncle Gu, a titled Douluo, into the wall with one punch without using his martial soul or soul power. reason.