Magic world

"I've met Mr. Longyang." Ito Cheng said, clasping his hands.

"Marquis Julu, I miss you so much!" Lord Long Yang said with a charming smile. That look directly gave Ito Cheng a layer of goosebumps and made him feel uncomfortable.

"Idoro Longyang-kun is thinking about it." Ito Chenggan smiled.

"No trouble, no trouble, why should I fall in love with you?" Long Yangjun said with a charming smile, and even gave Ito Cheng a wink.

Ito Cheng's mouth slightly retreated, and he ignored it. If possible, he really wanted to take action right now, slap Lord Long Yang to death on the spot, and completely eliminate this evildoer who was 'a disaster to the country and the people'.

Fortunately, at this time, someone spoke up to help him out.

"Is this Mr. Julu Marquis Chen Yichen?" a pleasant female voice said from the crowd of the Wei delegation.

"Marquis Julu, this is Miss Ji Yanran, a famous talented woman in the world. Normally it is very difficult for others to meet her. I didn't expect that this time you would actually ask about Marquis Julu's good luck. It’s really enviable.” King Zhao on the side quickly introduced.

"Miss Ji, just call me by my name. I don't deserve the title of sir." Ito Cheng, relieved, quickly moved to Ji Yanran, clasped his hands and smiled.

"Julu Marquis created official script and made white paper. He used secret methods to make secretaries from hundreds of schools, so that people from hundreds of schools could spread the word to the world and be seen by the world. He also made cement and opened a college so that the sons of common people could have books to read and be seen by the world. You can learn a lot, and Yanran admires everything you do, so Juluhou can definitely afford the word 'sir'." Ji Yanran said with a smile.

"Miss Ji is so complimentary." Ito Cheng chuckled.

The eyes in front of him were calm, and there was no lust shown when seeing her like ordinary men, and his attitude was calm. A strange color flashed through Ji Yanran's star-like bright eyes, a majestic man without the arrogance of a nobleman or a man of great merit. I have a rough impression of Ito Cheng in my heart.

"I wonder if Yanran is lucky enough to invite Marquis Julu to a party after the banquet?" Ji Yanran continued.

As soon as this statement came out. Whether it was the ministers of the Zhao Kingdom or the men from the Wei Kingdom in the palace, they all looked at Ito Cheng with a look of jealousy.

"I just returned to the city today, and I still have a lovely wife at home who needs to be with me. I would like to ask Miss Ji to forgive me for being rude and unable to accept the invitation." Ito Cheng smiled slightly and said apologetically.

In an instant, the faces of Zhao Ya and Zhao Ni, who were sitting at the top of the row on the right side of the hall, showed happiness and became extremely bright.

And seeing Zhao Ya like this. Lord Xinling opposite him clenched his hands tightly under the table, a flash of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Ji Yanran, who didn't expect that her invitation would be rejected, looked stunned, but then she came back to her senses and looked at Ito Cheng with admiration in her eyes and said, "I didn't expect Juluhou to be a family-loving person. It was Yanran's presumption. .”

Then the conversation changed and he continued, "Then I wonder when Juluhou will be able to take time out to spend some time with Yanran?"

"After tomorrow, you can do anything." Ito Cheng smiled.

"After tomorrow? Then Yanran will just wait for the good news." Ji Yanran smiled.

Ito Cheng smiled slightly and turned to look at the others. At this time, King Zhao was also very knowledgeable. He also introduced several other important figures worthy of his introduction to Ito Cheng.

After getting to know everyone, Ito Cheng turned around and walked to the right side of the hall, sitting down between Zhao Ya and Zhao Ni.

Next to her, Zhao Ya smiled charmingly at Ito Cheng and raised her hand lightly. He took the initiative to fill a glass of wine for Ito Cheng.

This time, the drink that King Zhao used to entertain the people of Wei was none other than the high-purity and low-intensity special liquor that Ito Cheng had made available for sale. At the same time, Zhao Ya's charming performance. It was irritating again, and Lord Xinling, who was opposite him, was filled with jealousy and secretly clenched his back molars.

Next. The banquet resumed, and the Zhao dance performed by the Zhao court dancers was offered for appreciation. Everyone started changing cups and cups again, and started talking freely.

Another moment passed like this...

But at this moment, Lord Xinling suddenly put down the wine bottle in his hand.

"Mr. Xinling, why is this happening? Is it because I didn't treat you well?" King Zhao said in surprise when he noticed the change in Mr. Xinling.

"Your Majesty's hospitality was very decent. Wuji didn't feel anything was wrong." Lord Xinling shook his head.

"Why is that?" King Zhao asked curiously.

"It's just because there is something unclear and unexplainable, and it is pressing in my heart, which makes Wuji unintentional to the banquet." Lord Xinling raised his head and looked at King Zhao with a burning gaze.

As soon as these words came out, except for the endless singing and dancing in the hall, everyone's conversation fell silent and they paid attention to the current matter. Because everyone present understood what the mysterious thing that Lord Xinling said was.

"Everyone, go down." Queen Han Jing said to the dancers in the palace.

The dancers paused for a moment, then bowed their heads and leaned forward along with the musicians on both sides who stopped accompanying the music, and slowly exited the auspicious hall.

"Everyone in the hall this time is a well-educated scholar. If Lord Xinling has something that you don't understand, please tell me in dialect. Let everyone help you with the details. Maybe you can gain something." When the dancers completely exited the hall, Ito Cheng Not far away, there is a graceful and beautiful girl. Due to her good maintenance, her appearance is much younger than her actual age. From a distance, she looks like a person in her thirties. Only when you look up close can you notice the shallow wrinkles under the corners of her eyes, but they do not detract from her elegance. The bright and noble woman spoke out.

"She is Mrs. Pingyuan, Lord Xinling's biological sister." Zhao Ya on the side put her head to Ito Cheng's ear and whispered to him the identity of the speaker.

Mrs. Pingyuan wore her hair in a pony bun, her hair was raised high and fell to one side, seemingly falling but not falling, trembling. She was wearing an embroidered skirt, embroidered silk shoes, the hairpin on her head was inlaid with tortoiseshell, and she had pearls on her ears. She was so dazzling and beautiful that it was hard to distinguish her from someone who had given birth to a child. Compared with ordinary women.

When he heard Mrs. Pingyuan's words, King Zhao's face immediately turned ugly, and he deeply hated Mrs. Pingyuan's ignorance. At the same time, she was also angry at her behavior of speaking for the people of her home country even though she was a wife of Zhao country.

Because in this era, although there is no clear rule about marrying and obeying the husband, there are certain etiquette instructions that require women to be loyal to their husbands. Therefore, Mrs. Pingyuan's behavior is completely regarded as a rebellious wife, and she is not a member of her husband's family. Based on this, people have every reason to divorce her, sell her, or directly lynch her.

It's just a pity that Pingyuan Jun, who can carry out all this, has died in the battle, so naturally no one can control her.

"That's right. If there is anything you don't understand about Mr. Xinling, you might as well tell me and let me help you with the details." Mr. Long Yang on the side said in a light tone.

"Yes, yes." Other Wei people also shouted in succession.

"That's good." Lord Xinling pretended to hesitate and said with a sigh. Then he sat up straight (that is, his knees were straight and his two calves were already kneeling on the mat), he faced King Zhao and clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, Zhao and Wei are allies. They were from the same family in the old days. Logically speaking, they should be close. Wu Jian is the one. Why did the king suddenly regret the previous month without any reason and marry the princess secretly to the minister without telling the truth? What kind of truth is this? Isn't the king afraid of me, Zhao Wei, because of this matter, there will be a rift between relatives and friends, so let it Can the state machine succeed?"

"This..." King Zhao's expression froze and he was speechless. He can't tell Lord Xinling that it's not that I don't want to marry, but that my master is attracted to my daughter? Let’s not talk about whether anyone will believe him if he tells it. Even the kind of turmoil caused later is not what King Zhao wants to see. Where does that put him, the apparent King of Zhao?

"Does it mean that by marrying the princess, the two countries will really be friendly neighbors and close to each other?" At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

Everyone turned their heads and focused their attention on the speaker. ——It’s none other than Ito Cheng!

"What do Marquis Julu mean by these words?" Lord Xinling said in a deep voice.

"As far as I know, King Wei is very reluctant to let the princess marry." Ito Cheng said quietly as he drank.

"Marquis Julu, please be careful with your words and don't cause discord between Wei and Zhao." Although he knew that what Ito Cheng said was true, on the surface, Lord Xinling still reminded him in a deep voice with an expression that said, "Don't talk nonsense." .

"There is a rift? Are there not enough rifts between the two countries? Don't say that behind the horse thieves running around in the Zhao Kingdom, there is no handwriting from Lord Xinling." Ito Cheng sneered.

"Presumptuous!" As soon as he finished speaking, before Lord Xinling, whose expression changed slightly, could speak, a man in a strong suit behind him suddenly stood up and shouted at Ito Cheng with an angry look.

"Presumptuous? You are the one who is presumptuous. What kind of place is this? How dare you, a small servant, to make a noise here! Someone, please throw this vulgar person down!" Ito Cheng sneered and shouted loudly. .

"Yes." The sergeant outside the palace responded to the order and walked quickly behind Lord Xinling, making a move to take the man away.

"Slow down!" At this time, Lord Xinling finally stopped being patient and shouted loudly.

In an instant, the sergeant paused.

"Marquis Julu, by slandering me, the King of Wei, do you want to provoke a war between Wei and Zhao!?" Lord Xinling squinted his eyes and looked directly at Ito Cheng, with a cold light in his eyes. Said in a deep voice.

"Isn't this exactly what you want, Mr. Xinling?" Ito Cheng asked with a mocking look on his face.

Lord Xinling's eyes narrowed and his expression turned completely gloomy.

"Your Majesty, Marquis Julu behaves and speaks like this, aren't you going to say something, Your Majesty?" Then, Wei Wuji turned to look at King Zhao and said softly.

King Zhao looked at Ito Cheng, then at Wei Wuji, and finally decisively chose Ito Cheng. He raised the wine bottle and drank the wine in the cup happily, ignoring Lord Xinling.

"Your Majesty." Han Jing, who didn't want Zhao to start another war at all, frowned and called.

King Zhao glanced at Han Jing indifferently, then closed his eyes again and ignored her. Queen Han Jing was stunned, and suddenly there was a feeling in her heart that she didn't know how to describe. It was loss, anger, a little uneasy and weak, in short, it was very complicated. (To be continued...)