When he arrived at the door of Guozijian, Ming Wangye called Ming Yulong and Ming Yujin to get out of the car, and made a gesture of invitation to Rong Yi, who had just gotten out of the car.

"Rong Shizi, let's enter together."

"Lord Ming doesn't have to be polite." Rong Yi smiled elegantly, and the four of them entered the Guozijian together.

When the Master at the door saw them, he ordered them to be ushered into the great hall.

Today was originally the celebration banquet of Guozijian, and because it coincided with the celebration of the 30th anniversary of Guozijian, it was particularly grand.

In addition to the invitations to all the nobles and high-ranking officials in Beijing and the students of the Guozijian, His Majesty also sent a plaque of celebration to the hall and hung it in the hall, and he would be present to celebrate that day.

On the streets of the imperial capital, only the carriages were seen coming towards Guozijian one after another.

In the past, as long as the students attached great importance to the celebration banquet, this time even the officials did not dare to slack off, and they dressed up and used the words "the gate is like a city" to describe the gate of the Guozijian, which will not be exaggerated at all.

The venue for this banquet was in the Great Hall of the Imperial Palace, which was prepared for various indoor events and celebrations every year, and the high hall could accommodate 400 people, and it could be more than spacious.

The auditorium has obviously been carefully arranged, compared with the decorations on the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother, here is more of the atmosphere of the national eunuch, grand but elegant, in the golden splendor, and decorated with a large number of famous calligraphy and paintings, will not appear too rigid, nor too light.

As soon as Ming Wang Ye came in, someone came to talk to him, Rong Yi was originally far away from people, and his pace deliberately slowed down when he left, and those people didn't see him for the time being.

Ming Yulong looked to the side, and saw him slowly slowing down, and the footsteps that were side by side with him at the end of the year turned his head and pursed his lips and smiled at him.

Rong Yi also curled the corners of her lips towards her, and the two walked into the auditorium silently.

Ming Yujin glanced at this side, feeling a little strange, but after a glance, she found that the two of them did not talk, nor did they do other small movements, just walked step by step, but there was an atmosphere different from others.

He rubbed his eyes and knocked his head again, could it be that his eyes are not very good when he reads books these days?

As the first son, even if he is two steps late, he can't hide his light.

Soon, everyone noticed that Rong Shizi had come in, he was dressed in purple, and the jade tree was in the wind, which everyone expected.

When his gaze moved to the long blue dress of the girl walking beside him, his gaze changed slightly.

Ming Yulong was naturally keenly aware of the light of various meanings, and after entering the venue, she saw that those ladies and ladies who had orders and titles were all wearing formal grade uniforms, and they were clearly distinguished from those who did not have grades.

And looking at her eyes, it was like looking at a monster, and she could read in those eyes the superiority, confidence, contempt and incomprehension that this costume brought to them.

The corners of Ming Yulong's mouth twitched slightly, thinking that a person's identity has never been determined by clothes.

It's like a commoner who puts on a royal costume and doesn't become a prince.

And the emperor is dressed in civilian clothes, and he is still a noble son of heaven.

Although people are a little strange, there are also people who think that when the two of them walk in together