readx;? (The second update! Chapter name is really incompetent~)

The fire flowed in July, but the south view was still very hot, and the ice in the main hall revealed wisps of cold air, dispelling the heat in the hall, otherwise hundreds of people would be sweating profusely and couldn't sit still. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Pei Ding sat at the back of the mission, observing the situation in the hall without a trace by the shadow of the wine glass in his hand.

Compared with the last time to welcome the state banquet, there are many fewer people to bid farewell to the state banquet this time, but the magnates of Nanjing are more uniform. For example, the several princes at the front of the reception mission in Nanjing were the ones that Pei Ding had not seen last time.

Among these princes, there was a person wearing a bronze mask, revealing half of his face that amazed everyone, this was Mu Xu, the twelve princes of Nanjing, that is, the real Zhou Mugu, and he was also present.

When greeting the Nanjing reception mission, Pei Ding arched his hand towards Mu Xu and exchanged a tacit look with each other.

Seeing Mu Xu bowing slightly, Pei Ding showed a smile on his face, and then sat down happily like the other envoys.

He knew that everything was going according to plan. Otherwise, the prince of Nanjing would not have arrived so well. These people will appear at state banquets, mainly to avoid suspicion!

In the past seven days, everything has been arranged, and every detail has been taken care of. Now, all he had to do was wait quietly here in the main hall. As for the results......

Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven.

He didn't look at Mu Xing, who was headed, but at Mu Yuan, who was sitting in the hall. At this time, Mu Yuan was raising his wine glass and gestured to Gu Feng from afar, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking quite amiable.

He was a noble person, and he didn't need to toast Gu Feng in person. This toast is just to enjoy the courtesy of the south view. After all, Mu Xing, the monarch of Nanjing, was still watching from the dragon chair!

This is the second time Pei Ding has seen Mu Yuan, and his impression of this person is still decent. In terms of appearance, Mu Yuan is slightly inferior to his imperial brothers, and his spirit is not as high as that of his imperial brothers. No matter how you look at it, this is a relatively mediocre person.

If it weren't for the fact that he was dressed in a prince's costume that made him very different, I am afraid that he would only be lost in everyone.

What did such a seemingly mediocre person plan to do at the state banquet? Why did Mu Xing agree to his arrangement? What benefits did Nanjing have to get from this state banquet to make up for the loss in the Yancheng Alliance?

These questions, which he had discussed with Zheng Heng several times, once again surfaced in his mind.

Mu Xuan, who was sitting near Mu Yuan, looked a little frivolous and casual, his eyes occasionally swept over Mu Yuan, and he only stayed for a moment before leaving. No one knew that at this moment, he was extremely excited.

He didn't know how much he was looking forward to what was happening tonight!

He looked at the huge hourglass in the distance, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. At this time, the operation of Qianjian Valley must have begun. If Mu Xing and Mu Yuan learned about this, what would their expressions be?

Soon, he will be able to see it with his own eyes......

Mu Xing on the dragon chair half-squinted, taking in the situation in the hall. When he looked at the Great Xuan Mission, his eyes changed slightly. But he sat high, far away from the people in the main hall, and no one saw the emotion in his eyes.

The hall was full of excitement, and the atmosphere was indescribably warm. Whether it was the envoy of Daxuan or the reception official of Nanjing, no matter what they were thinking in their hearts, they all had smiles on their faces, and there was a sense of parting with enmity.

Gu Feng drank a lot of wine, but he didn't get drunk in the slightest. His heart was raised high, and he closely watched the situation of the Great Propaganda Mission.

For some reason, his eyelids kept jumping, and he always looked at him when he thought something was going to happen. However, he squinted and looked around, and only felt that every official was concentrating on drinking and saying goodbye, and there was nothing special.

Thinking that the mission would leave tomorrow, Gu Feng was really afraid that something would happen at this moment. Soon he put down his wine glass and turned sideways to speak to Lu Shaocun, planning to return to the embassy with the envoy earlier, and did not want to continue to stay in the Nanjing Palace.

"Lord Lu, it's not too early. The mission will be in a hurry tomorrow, so it is better to ......" He said as he moved his gaze to Mu Xing on the dragon chair, expressing his willingness to end the state banquet early.

But before he finished his words, he saw a guard-like person come in through the secret door and rush towards Mu Xing. Then he saw Mu Xing stand up without even saying a word, and his figure hurriedly disappeared at the secret door.

Gu Feng was stunned for a moment, and he even forgot to speak. In fact, the main hall was also strangely quiet at this time. - Most of the people looked in the direction of the dragon chair and didn't understand why Mu Xing left suddenly.

Among them, the most surprised was Mu Yuan. He looked at the empty dragon chair in astonishment, then at the hourglass in a daze, and his glass fell to the ground.

The time has not yet come, and the people he arranged have not yet been dispatched, and the father has actually left the main hall? How is this possible? What the hell is going on?!

Mu Yuan's heart beat violently, as if he was about to jump out of his chest. Then he felt that all his strength was drained, and his mind was in a mess: My father is gone, so what will happen next? Who else can he assassinate the killer who has carefully arranged among the envoys of the Great Xuan?

If his father had not been assassinated by his intended envoys, then Nanjing would not have been able to recover his losses from Daxuan, and he would not have been able to blame Bac Ninh for the matter. In other words, this bureau against Daxuan can no longer be done!

All of this is because of the sudden departure of the father! What happened to make the father ignore the arrangements in the palace?

Mu Yuan's brows furrowed, trying his best to calm himself down, and he instantly had an idea to remedy it. It's just that he's going to take a risk himself, and the effect won't be so good......

But tomorrow the mission is leaving. If they were allowed to leave like this, Mu Yuan would not be willing to do so anyway!

He gritted his teeth, but he still gave up his heart and glanced at the Great Xuan Mission...... But he didn't see anything, someone stood in front of him.

The man, wearing a bronze mask, showed only half of his face. This half of his face is still the most disgusting beauty of Mu Yuan.

Like a...... This is the Twelve Emperor Brothers, the Twelve Emperor Brothers who have never had a sense of existence. Why are you standing in his way here?

Mu Xu laughed, half of his face was gorgeous and flamboyant: "Brother Huang, why did my father leave in a hurry? Isn't something big wrong? What about the state banquet?"

Mu Yuan's face sank, and he was about to say something, but he saw several other imperial brothers also surrounding him and asked the same question.

He could feel that when these imperial brothers were questioning, their eyes were full of schadenfreude, as if he was about to have a catastrophe. A wave of anger suddenly rose in his heart, it was inexplicable!

Being surrounded by these royal brothers like this means that he has some bold and risky ideas, and he can't do it for a while.

He didn't know that after the state banquet, he was really in trouble. (To be continued.) )