My Poised and Elegant Seven Sisters

"The director-general supervises hundreds of officials, including the royal family members, but has no right to impose sanctions on the royal family members." Meng Yi said.

"I know that only the clan mansion can sanction the royal family's kinsmen. That is to say, at the banquet tonight, the chief of the clan mansion will unite the chief of the clan mansion to sanction the prince and the sixth prince?"

"It's not that easy."

Meng Yi shook his head and sighed: "The big prince and the sixth prince are supported by big figures."

"The supporter behind the prince is the prime minister; the sixth prince is the son of the queen. If you say orthodox, the sixth prince is the most orthodox."

"The sixth prince can't move, it just hits the queen in the face, it will involve a lot; moreover, the frame of the prince is the mastermind, and the sixth prince was dragged into the water by the boss. So this dinner tonight is mainly for the prince."

"Behind you and the prince, one is the commander in charge of military power, the other is that the prime minister is in charge of official power, and the war between civil and military forces is destined to be defeated." Ye Fan sighed secretly that the competition between the royal family of Bimeng was really fierce.

Meng Yi said: "Tonight's banquet, I hope Mr. Ye will support me. Now the conflict between the Kingdom and the Eagle Nation War Department is escalating, and we continue to look for allies, and Daxia is the best ally. Mr. Ye can represent Daxia. If you support me, I It must be able to suppress the prince."

"At that time, the clan order will definitely take down the prince."

The so-called clan order is a kind of official title, the head of the clan mansion, and controls everything about the royal clan.

Meng Yi said that the clan’s name was Meng Han, who was the younger brother of King Bimen.

"I see the situation at night."

Ye Fan did not answer in the affirmative.

Time is like flowing water.

Ye Fan and Luo Hong were wandering around in the capital, and it soon got dark.

Back to the palace.

Meng Yi is ready.

The three of Luo Hong stayed, only Ye Fan got on the car and followed Meng Yi to the clan mansion.

On the way.

Ye Fan saw the cars with special license plates, all of them were royal family members.

"This dinner party is very luxurious."

"Yes, because it involves sanctions against the prince, almost all royal family members have been invited to this dinner. There are thousands of people, and each of them has to bring bodyguards. I'm afraid there will be two to three thousand people."

Speaking of this, Meng Yi said embarrassingly: "I'm afraid I will ask Brother Ye to bend over and be my bodyguard."

Ye Fanman said nonchalantly: "It's okay, but I want to meet the powerhouses of your Bimeng Kingdom. I hope I can meet some Heng Lian masters."

"There must be some. Brother Ye will not be disappointed."

Not long.

The car stopped.

"This is the Clan Mansion." Meng Yi pointed to the majestic mansion door not far away, his expression serious and respectful.

Ye Fan could feel the majesty and simplicity that came over his face.

The Kingdom of Bemun has been passed down for many years, and the clan mansion has existed for many years. The door of this house is not luxurious, but rather simple, and even some walls are rotten.

But because of this, you can feel the vicissitudes of time, make people respect from the bottom of the heart, and can't be profaned.

"Brother Ye come with me."

Meng Yi greeted and led Ye Fan into the house.

"Brother Thirteen."

As soon as he entered, a slightly pointed word came.

Xunsheng seemed to be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who had not yet matured and his tone had not been fully formed.

"Twenty-eight brother, didn't you play in the Thunder Kingdom, you actually rushed back." Meng Yi said in surprise.

The Thunder Kingdom, another powerful kingdom, is not inferior to the Bimon Kingdom, and is also very close to the Bimon Kingdom.

The young man smiled bitterly: "The first-level edict of the clan man's mansion, even if you are in the end of the world, you have to come back. Otherwise, I have to be peeled off by the prince."

The "Prince" in the young man's mouth is Ling Menghan, the family member, because he is the younger brother of King Bimen, he is naturally the prince's title and the first prince.

"Old Thirteen."

At this time, a clear voice came, like a copper bell, very pleasing to the ear.

"Sister Nine."

"Sister Nine."

Greetings from Meng Yi and the boy.

Ye Fan took a few more glances. The woman was about twenty-seven and eighty-eight, and she was as burly as a man.

But this is compared with ordinary people.

Among the Bimeng tribe, this Jiujiu princess is very slim.

Looks very beautiful.

This doesn't match a strong figure, but I can look at it for a while and refuse to be very attractive.

It was her, like Mengli who reported the prince and the sixth prince.

"Who is this?"

The nine princesses looked at Ye Fan.

"In Xia Ye Fan, I have seen the Ninth Princess, who is the new bodyguard of the 13th Prince."

"Are you from Daxia?"

"Yes."

"Musha?"

"Small achievements."

The nine princess nodded without asking more.

The bodyguards around the royal clan members did not say that they could not be aliens.

"Your injury has recovered quite well. This time you and A Fei broke through and stood up. It is very likely that you will break through to the realm of Master Heng Lian, and you have to work hard."

"The latest information, the boss became a master of Heng Lian half a month ago. This is the news I just got. Director Meng Li should also know it. I will tell you later, I will tell you in advance."

Meng Yi was startled, "So suddenly!"

The Ninth Princess hummed: "What do you think, if she had not become a master of Heng Lian, she had the confidence, I am afraid that she would not dare to frame you."

"We don't know how the dinner will develop, but it has nothing to do with me. It is a competition between you and the boss."

"Although Brother Six is ​​orthodox, this is a world where strength is respected. Brother Six has an average talent for cultivation..."

When the nine princesses said this, they paused, and then said: "But the Queen's family controls the economic lifeline of the kingdom. Behind the sixth are many consortia."

"Official power, military power, economic power, the three of you have one. I really don't know what it will be like in the end. Born in an emperor's house, why is it so cruel that it can't be resolved peacefully!"

The nine princesses sighed and gradually went away.

"Brother Thirteen, I went too. I don't have much background, so don't get too close with your three prince candidates. Once you stand on the wrong team, I will be over!"

"Slid away."

The teenager hurried away.

Most of the royal family members who came and went were like this, holding a fist to greet Meng Yi from a distance, and would not entangle too much.

Meng Yi smiled bitterly, "It looks like something big will happen tonight's banquet."

"I have smelled danger."

Ye Fan looked at the sky.

Meng Yi was excited and his face was extremely solemn.

The clan mansion is too big.

The banquet was on the grass in front of the back mountain.

On the spacious grassland, there are round tables arranged in a circle, which are already full of rich wine and vegetables.

Thousands of people have already arrived.

In the center of the open-air venue, there is a magnificent pavilion.

No one dared to go in.

The location of the banquet is also particular, the closer you are to the pavilion, the more noble it is.

There are three long tables closest to the pavilion. Everyone knows that these are for the elder prince, the sixth prince, and the thirteen prince.

"The thirteen princes are here."

Someone yelled.

Everyone's gazes were projected from there.

Meng Yi held his head proudly, and brought Ye Fan to one of the three-zhang tables in the front.

Wen Zuo Wu Wu right.

In the middle is orthodoxy.

"Thirteen brothers."

The six princes have arrived, and they are together: "Sit down."

Behind Meng Yi is the support of the Marshal Meng Chuan, representing "wu", so he sits on the right of the Sixth Prince.

"I heard that Director Mengli said that the Nizi Zixia Mountain Range was ambushed by a super-powerful evildoer. Fortunately, he came back. How is the injury now?"

"Thank you Brother Six for your concern, the injury is no longer a serious problem, just rest for a while."

"That's good."

The six princes nodded calmly, and then exchanged cups with Meng Yi.

Ye Fan sat next to Meng Yi, drinking for himself, and no one was bothering him.

Not long.

A beast roar came.

Finally, I saw a fiery red lion appearing on the grassland, and the fierce aura swept the audience.

And on the lion's back, sits a handsome man.

"The fiery mad lion, this is a fiery lion in the prime of life, which can't be suppressed by general horizontal training masters. The prince not only captures but also tame it."

"The rumors are correct, the prince really became a master of Heng Lian. It's really a monster, so majestic."

"..."

Everyone talked a lot.

The prince rode the fiery mad lion to the pavilion, jumped down, and told the fiery lion to lie on the ground and stay still.

"Thirteen brothers."

"Big Brother."

Meng Yi stood up.

The prince patted him on the shoulder, gave him a lot of eyes, and said, "It's fine if it's okay, just come back."

"Who is this?"

Unlike the Sixth Prince, the eldest prince's eyes fell on Ye Fan, which made Ye Fan guess something.

"My fellow Ye Fan, I have seen the prince."

"Big brother, Mr. Ye is a big Xia martial artist, he was hired by me to be my bodyguard."

Meng Yi explained.

The prince took a deep look at Ye Fan and didn't say anything.

at the same time.

The scene suddenly calmed down, it turned out that the Lord had arrived.

Ye Fan saw two men, one was Mengli naturally, beside him was a man wearing a gray robe.

He is about the same age as Mengli, and his breath is even deeper than Mengli.

"Great!"

Ye Fan was secretly surprised.

That should be the order of the clan, the first prince of the Kingdom of Beamon, Menghan!