The Lantern Festival is getting closer.

In the entire Yanjing City, the lights have already begun to be put up.

The great imperial city, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, for such a festival celebrated by the whole country, it is naturally extremely attentive, and the people are jubilant.

On the fourteenth day of the first month, the invitation of the Pingxi Royal Mansion has been sent to the Ink Garden, inviting Ji Haotian to participate in the Royal Lantern Festival and the birthday of the old master Fan Jingzhong.

Yanjing is well known that the Pingxi Royal Mansion has not been a Lantern Festival over the years.

Because this day is also Fan Jingzhong's birthday.

And Fan Jingzhong has been sick for ten years, like a wasted person, what face do the descendants of the Fan family have to celebrate?

This year is different, Ji Haotian cured Fan Jingzhong's illness, for the Fan family, it is a great joy, so Fan Xunzhang sent invitations and feasted in a big way, preparing to take advantage of the Lantern Festival to celebrate the recovery of Old Man Fan's serious illness.

A long time ago, Fan Xunzhang had a plan to hold a big banquet, so since the beginning of the year, the Pingxi Royal Mansion has been preparing for this grand event.

The mansion has been renovated, and the red carpet is spread all over the garden, exuding a joyful atmosphere from the inside out.

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In the blink of an eye, the festive season has arrived.

Early this morning, the entire Yanjing City was in a warm atmosphere.

The sky is not beautiful, and on this day, the sky is full of clouds.

But it still can't hide the atmosphere of the festival, and the sound of firecrackers is like a tide, which has been rising and falling in the city since the morning, and it has endured for a long time.

On the road in front of the Pingxi Palace, clean water splashed the street, the red carpet was paved, and there were many guards on both sides of the street, responsible for maintaining order.

According to the rules of the court, the military general is not allowed to bring his own soldiers into the city, and he should be defended and Kyoto is responsible, but the king of Pingxi is a fierce general after all, and he has been regarded as a thorn in the side of countless enemy countries over the years.

At this moment, twenty soldiers from the western frontier lined up on both sides of the road, majestic.

Fan Xunzhang was in a heroic mood, in addition to the female relatives to avoid, led dozens of clansmen and subordinates to wait for the arrival of guests in front of the door, he has been fighting horses all his life, as a master in Beijing, can have such a pomp and circumstance, all of this is piled up by military exploits.

Even if it is today's matter, some people will say that he supports the army and is self-respecting, pampered and arrogant, Fan Xunzhang doesn't care, because Fan Jingzhong's recovery from illness really makes him extremely happy.

Although the pomp and circumstance are not small.

But Fan Xunzhang stood at the door for a long time, but the street in front of the door was as silent as water, and there was no movement.

Except for the bleak cold wind, not a single guest came to the door.

You must know that Fan Xunzhang is the marshal of the Western Realm, the real minister of the imperial court.

Although there is no party in the DPRK and China, there are definitely not a few people who want to have a relationship with him.

But today, Fan Xunzhang took the initiative to send out an invitation, but he didn't see a guest come to the door, which surprised him.

"Father, our Pingxi Palace, in the Huaxia Domain, is already a famous family, Pingsuli, people who want to have a relationship with us, such as the sand of the Ganges, but today my palace feast, but the lintel is deserted, this matter, I'm afraid there is something different, right?"

The cold wind howled.

An eight-foot-tall and dignified man looked at the red lanterns on both sides of the street, slightly blown by the wind, and his tone was full of suspicion, and asked Fan Xunzhang a question.

This man's name is Fan Meng, and he is Fan Xunzhang's eldest son.

is only twenty-eight years old, but he is already the head of the first army, and he has been fighting on the battlefield with Fan Xunzhang all the year round, so he has a brazen spirit, and he can be regarded as the best of the third generation of the Fan family.

"What the eldest brother said is right, today is a feast held by my palace, although some people excuse it, but according to common sense, they should also send people to send gifts to show their hearts, but at this moment, this long street is empty, as if, they have all discussed it, and they want to break the face of my Fan family!"

Behind Fan Xunzhang, Fan Ao, the second son of the Fan family, who was standing with his hands in his hands, also had a deeply disapproving expression.

"Could it be that someone is deliberately targeting my Fan family on this initiative?"

Seeing that the second brother agreed with his point of view, a slightly angry look flashed in Fan Meng's eyes.

The reputation of Pingxi Wangfu is far and wide, but its foundation, after all, is in the west, over the years, Fan Xunzhang, who has a heavy army, will never get too close to any important minister.

Although it seems to be stable, in fact, it is too modest, which leads to the fact that although the Pingxi Royal Mansion covers the sky with one hand in the western border, after leaving the western border, there are no allies, and in this Yanjing, even the civil officials do not look at the Fan family.

For his father's golden mean, Fan Meng has long been dissatisfied, and now, there are four vassal kings in various places, which is not a big family, rampant everywhere, only their Fan family, all day long on the border to defend against the enemy.

But in the rear of the battle line, his status was low, and whenever he saw other royal children drinking in Yanjing, no matter where they went, they were treated as guests, Fan Meng's heart would sprout envy.

After all, he is a young man, and it is the time to show off and compare, so he also wants to have the drunken life of other princes, but he is stationed in the west all the year round, although he has the talent to command soldiers and horses, but he is not proficient in the ability of those children to touch flowers and grass and carry cages and birds.

Compared with the other sons of the family of the feudal kings and officials who were greeted in advance no matter where they went, no one would pay too much attention to Fan Meng even if he walked on the street.

Therefore, Fan Meng is very unwilling to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity today.

At that time, as long as he follows Fan Xunzhang and is polite from table to table, then from now on, who will not know himself as the prince of Pingxi who will take over the west in the future?

At that time, how many people in this Yanjing City dare to be disrespectful to themselves?

Fan Meng, who had this wishful thinking in his heart, got up early this morning, deliberately changed into a python robe given by the emperor, and combed his hairstyle meticulously, in order to become famous in one fell swoop today and make a noise in Beijing.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning, but none of the guests from the palace were present, which made Fan Meng, who had planned to be in the soup, extremely irritable.

"For so many years, I have devoted myself to the defense of the frontier, and the Manchu civil and military relations are not deep, today I sent out an invitation, some people do not come, it is also human nature, but in this Yanjing, there is always not a Manchu Dynasty civil and military are unwilling to make friends with me Fan Xunzhang, perhaps, the guests just think that the time is not yet. ”

Fan Xunzhang stood upright in front of the door, his face was expressionless, although he also had suspicions about this matter in his heart, but for Fan Xunzhang, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, things had developed to this moment, and it would not make him happy and angry.

"Father is right, maybe the rules of Yanjing are different from our western realm!"

When Fan Ao heard this, he also bowed his head slightly, and responded with the voice.

After all, what Fan Xunzhang said was right, even if the Pingxi Royal Mansion had no allies in Yanjing.

But, it's not like I haven't even made a friend.