Pingxi Palace, arranged in the momentum of tigers, is only ten miles away from the Forbidden Palace.

At this moment, even if it is thousands of kilometers away from the palace, you can hear the voice of the singers singing inside, and people who don't know still think that this palace has become lively.

In the middle of the palace, a spacious courtyard, in front of which is the stage, and above the entire courtyard, a red dome has been erected for today's banquet.

The breeze blows, the red silk is stirring, and the bunting is hunting.

It gives people a sense of grandeur.

Pingxi Palace, after all, is also a family at the top of power.

If it weren't for the intervention of the Chu royal family, today's banquet would definitely be a grand event that spread throughout Beijing.

It's a pity that everything fell through.

For today's birthday banquet of Fan Jingzhong, Fan Xunzhang prepared a ninety-nine table banquet, in which the guests included famous and wealthy families from the local area, senior figures with high moral integrity, and officials from all parties in the same dynasty.

Now......

The banquet hall was empty.

Full of desolation.

Pingsuri, I don't know how many people, in order to be able to climb the big tree of Fan Xunzhang, all day long, continue to offer, in ordinary days, a prince, called very kind, and I don't know how many people have received his favor, by his support.

Now, an invitation from the Chu royal family completely slammed the face of the Pingxi Royal Mansion to the ground.

Although Fan Xunzhang felt extremely embarrassed, in his heart, he didn't blame those wall grasses, after all, this time Chu Tianhe was too enthusiastic because Fan Ke was beaten by Ji Haotian in Osmanthus Tower.

Even among those guests, not all of them really joined the Chu royal family, but they had to compromise and seek perfection, after all, the Chu family had a huge influence in Yanjing, but their own abilities were mediocre.

If someone really dares to come to this banquet, then once the Chu royal family wants to retaliate in the future, with Fan Xunzhang's ability, I am afraid that person will not be able to keep that person.

Fan Xunzhang knows this truth, and others naturally know it.

The people who live in this Yanjing are all human spirits who have been polished off the edges and corners by the world, and some of them owe Fan Xunzhang's kindness, but they will never be the first bird to repay the kindness.

In the face of the Chu family, which has the ability to exterminate the Kyoto clan, no one is willing, and no one dares to stand in the same camp as Fan Xunzhang.

The stage in front of the courtyard is fiery red and covers a vast area.

On the background wall, a curtain embroidered with the word 'Shou' falls vertically, blown by the wind, like a wave.

The courtyard is covered with a red carpet, from under the stage to the street outside the palace.

In this birthday banquet, Fan Xunzhang really worked hard.

So much so that the tables and chairs for all the guests are made of precious Huanghuali materials.

Now, the time for the opening of the birthday banquet is getting closer and closer.

The palace compound was full of songs and feasts, but it was empty and deserted.

Except for the servants around them, there were only a hundred tables and a thousand chairs that were silent.

"Father, please take a seat!"

Fan Meng accompanied all the way, leading Fan Xunzhang to sit at the first table, this position, obviously much higher than the other tables, originally designed, is to take into account the thousands of guests today, Fan Xunzhang can not thank one by one, therefore, condescending, so that everyone can see where he is.

At this moment, it seems that this position is indeed unique.

So much so that it seems that Fan Xunzhang has been nailed to the pillar of shame, so that everyone can clearly see his embarrassed appearance today.

"Good!"

Fan Xunzhang responded with a smile, stirred up the brocade robe, and sat down boldly.

How embarrassing is today's banquet, how can Fan Xunzhang not know?

But he couldn't show it, since the matter was powerless, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, forcing the face of the Fan family, so that the dignity of the Pingxi Palace, which had collapsed, would not fall to the ground.

"Father, at this moment, there are still sixty-eight minutes before the opening of the grandfather's birthday banquet, according to the process, the banquet performance can officially begin, please start the drum!"

Fan Ao saw Fan Xunzhang's heroic momentum, and he also shouted.

Immediately, he pushed a cowhide war drum to the edge of the first table and respectfully handed over the drumstick.

In the huge courtyard, there are only three members of the Fan family, father and son, if it weren't for the pomp and circumstance in this courtyard, it would be really shocking.

The scene is like a child's play.

"Whew-"

Fan Xunzhang looked around, looked at the empty seats in the courtyard, picked up the drumstick, and smashed it with one blow.

"Boom!"

A drum sounded, and countless dancers were already running on stage, ready for it.

"Boom!"

Two drums sounded, and the servants in the palace began to place cups and wine utensils according to the table, even if there were no guests in the Pingxi Royal Mansion today, this process had to go on.

"Brush!"

Fan Xunzhang raised his hand again, as long as his third drum sounded, it meant that the birthday banquet began.

At that time, the other relatives of the Fan family who were guarding outside Fan Jingzhong's door will all kowtow to congratulate the old man on his birthday.

"Whoosh-"

The sound of breaking the air began.

"Bang!"

A loud muffled sound rang out, and then, like a deflated ball, the huge war drum cracked and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ahh

Seeing this, a group of entertainers retreated outside the courtyard to dodge, and they didn't dare to watch such scenes.

"!Who is it?!"

The father and son of the Fan family, both martial arts masters, set their eyes on the entrance of the courtyard at the moment when the war drums fell.

Today, the Fan family has suffered a disaster.

At this moment, there are still people who dare to come to the door to provoke.

You must know that for Chu Tianhe, who also held a banquet, it was different from the Fan family's fighting method in secret.

People who dare to come uninvited, enter the Pingxi Palace, and use hidden weapons.

is burdened, but it is the crime of assassinating the king.

"Why, could it be that the Pingxi Palace's defense force is so weak when it holds a banquet today?"

As a neutral male voice came from outside the door, a young man with a height of seven feet and a well-proportioned body walked into the courtyard with his hands in his hands.

Accompanied by six or seven men dressed in black with a cloud brocade embroidered on their left shoulder.

This outfit is the unified logo of the Yanjing Martial Arts League.

"Who are you?

Fan Ao has lived in the west for a long time and doesn't know the clothes of the Wulin League, but when he saw this group of uninvited strangers, he immediately scolded angrily.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Hu Bin, and I am the incense master of the Yanjing Martial Arts League. ”

The young man at the head was relaxed and did not seem to feel any discomfort at all.

"Bastard! Dare to come to my Fan family to make trouble! Don't you know that this is the Pingxi Palace!"

After listening to Hu Bin's answer, Fan Ao also reprimanded angrily, although their Fan family lost the upper hand in the dispute between the two kings today, Yu Wei is still there, and naturally he will not put Hu Bin's recklessness in his eyes.

"Originally, I heard that the Pingxi Royal Mansion was going to hold a birthday banquet for the old family lord today, so I thought I would come over and join in the fun and ask for a glass of wine."

Hu Bin smiled strangely, his eyes scanned the audience coldly, and then, showing a touch of mockery: "At this moment, it seems that your Pingxi Royal Mansion is really lively!"

Hu Bin's eyes were frivolous.

Already full of provocations.