Three days passed quickly, and Tang Hong finally broke free from the unhappiness of being kicked out of his meal. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After all, it's not a big deal.

He now has another sorrow.

In Yunhuang's Hundred Birds Chaofeng Tower, dozens of beautiful maids waited for Tang Hong to wear the dresses used at today's banquet, one by one black clothes or robes, long shirts or headdresses, piled up on Tang Hong's body.

Although the materials of these clothes are very high-quality, they are still airtight and sad.

"How long do you have to wear this thing", Tang Hong frowned and turned his head to the group of women who had been staring at him.

"My lord, this will take three days, and it may have to be worn for a longer time for some reasons", several women said with pity in their tones, such clothes are too good to wear on the little boy, and they can't get over it after only three or four days of hard work.

Tang Hong only felt that they were gloating, and it was not enough to wear such clothes for a day.

After half an hour, the clothes were neatly dressed, and the hair was fixed with various hairpins, and when she walked out of the house, Yun Huang was waiting outside, and with her was the Ten Tigers who were still wearing iron armor.

They couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Tang Hong, and then it was very unnatural, and they always felt that when they stood with the person in front of them, they would feel like a kind of withered grass under the flowers. Tang Hong just waved his arms casually, he was shining in this dress, and many people who were waiting outside, both men and women, had a feeling of amazement, after all, they had never seen such a person in the Meng family.

How beautiful General Mengwu's wife was, they couldn't help but think.

The eyebrows are clear and beautiful, but they do not lose their heroic spirit, although the two Chang'e eyebrows are soft, they are a little domineering on his face, and the gorgeous clothes have a more luxurious atmosphere.

If the protagonist of today's feast is not Tang Hong, then Tang Hong will also be the protagonist when he appears.

"So handsome"

"If only I could keep watching"

"The little boy is so good-looking"

Several maids kept staring at Tang Hong intently.

"Which girl is so visionless and has a crush on my muscular bumps", Yun Huang shook his head vigorously, and couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

The feast began in the evening, and it was still noon, and in the hall where the Meng family could not see at a glance, one table after another was lined up with long snakes, and the head and tail could not be seen at a glance.

The chefs in the Mengshi House were in full swing at this time, and all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and even spiritual objects for cultivation were put on the steamer.

The iron door has also been opened, Meng Wu appeared and stood at the door, easily greeted the people, most of the people who came were the sons and daughters of each family, after all, this banquet was held by Meng Wu, and the elderly of each family did not come, they just regarded this banquet as a reason for the younger generations to have fun and contact their feelings, if they came forward they would not be beautiful.

What's more, with the weight that Tang Hong is known to him now, it is really not enough for them to play.

When the Meng family was intensively preparing for the dinner, the six clans seemed much more relaxed. Bai Chenyun was in a small pavilion in his backyard.

There are green bamboo and green trees outside the pavilion, there are rockeries and flowing water on the side of the pavilion, there is a small stone table in the pavilion, there are exquisite small dishes on the table, there is a pot of fine wine, the stone table is surrounded by four small stools, three of them are empty, Bai Chenyun pours himself to drink, there is quite a lonely atmosphere, a high atmosphere.

On the top of the small pavilion, a little girl wearing a small red dress and two buns on her head looked at a portrait in her hand with taste.

This girl is the little girl Tang Hong separated by the river a few days ago.

But at this time, these two girls are no longer the same.

The girl on the small pavilion has jade flowers on the top of her head, a small gold and silver bell tied on her ankles, petals painted with rouge in front of her forehead, and a red long skirt with gold silk as the edge, and there are embroidered flowers on it, which brings her just the right amount of gorgeousness, and there is no rudeness that said that Tang Hong ate pigs like pigs at that time.

Compared with the previous comparison, it is almost like the two of them, and Tang Hong may not be able to recognize them when he sees it.

The girl recognized him on the paper at a glance.

The girl's surname is Bai, her nickname is Iron Chain, the Five Realms of Water and Fire, the pride of the sky, Bai Chenyun's sixth sister, Bai Chenyun's right-hand man who took revenge on the Meng family at this time. It's just that Bai Chenyun doesn't know that his right-hand man seems to be about to turn back.

"Second brother, how old is this kid?"

"Seventeen"

"I'm nine years old."

"Don't be afraid, with your talent, you will definitely be able to beat him"

"What if he doesn't accept it"

"He'll Obey"

"What exercises did he use?"

"The Nine Seas Great Vortex Gong is really a talent"

"How much does he weigh?"

"One hundred and fifty-five pounds"

"How tall is he?"

......

Bai Chenyun was pleasantly surprised that his sixth sister was so serious today, and he knew everything about the questions she asked, but he didn't drink well, and his stomach was already slightly drunk after a few glasses, and his face was a little red.

The sky slowly darkened, and the white iron chain threw down the second brother who was drunk in the small pavilion and set off in a hurry.

The Mongol Mansion is brightly lit.

Tang Hong sat with seven or eight men and women who were also dressed in costumes, these people were the children of several brothers of Mengwu, and Tang Hong's age was not much different.

"Brother Hong, I respect you", a chubby fifteen-year-old boy raised a bronze wine bottle in his hand, and hit the wine bottle in Tang Hong's hand hard, Tang Hong's wine bottle was intact, and his wine bottle was broken in his palm, and the wine flowed sideways.

There was a round of cheering.

"I took it", the fat man took the wine in Tang Hong's hand depressedly, and drank it dry in one gulp, he had already drunk dozens of glasses in a row, and he couldn't accept it.

This is one of their fathers' favorite game, to protect the wine glass with vitality, to hit, to ensure that the wine does not spill, the wine glass does not break, the winner wins, the loser has to drink the opponent's wine in the wine glass.

As long as you don't get drunk, you can continue.

"Haha", Wang Fatty, you can't do it, how many have you broken, don't fight for the next one is me, the wine bottle in the hand of a slightly chubby young man who is similar to Wang Fatzi also hit Tang Hong's hand,

Tang Hong just smiled, since he practiced the Burning Wine Wuba Gong, the vitality and blood in his body were finally peaceful, and there was no longer the disadvantage of mutual restraint, and he also began to practice again, no longer only focusing on the tempering of the vitality, but the two complemented each other, and became more and more refined.

So the glass in the young man's hand shattered.

There was another round of applause.

As everyone knows, a pair of small eyes can see their movements dripping and falling.