Liufu, the banquet is in the middle of the banquet, headed by Liu Wende, the master of the Liu family in Jinzhou Thorn History, the governor Zhu Sanshao is in the honorable guest position, and the Lord Shouhuang of Jinzhong County and Lord Cui of the county are seated, and the banquet is full of guests. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The housekeeper hurriedly walked in and said a few words in the ear of Jinzhou Thorn Shi, Liu Wende quickly stood up, and the people of several clans were being entertained at the banquet, and they looked at each other one after another, and looked at the master's house suspiciously.

Liu Wende realized that his reaction was too aggressive, so he had to say to everyone: "The prince of Anqing is coming soon." Everyone realized, and quickly got up to tidy up their clothes, and after a while, Yang Zheming walked in.

He walked slowly, cloaked in a robe, holding a stove in his hand, followed by his personal guard, Black Hawk, not leaving an inch. After that, dozens of black-clothed guards stood behind him, heavily guarded.

After a long period of contact, Liu Wende found out that this prince was different from other gentlemen, and he didn't bring so many guards to show off. The son of the world is young, but his behavior is very old-fashioned, cautious and cautious, as if he is not in good health, and he is very cold to everyone.

Even if he, Liu Wende, is a state assassin and has been in the officialdom for more than ten years, he can't understand this young man, and he doesn't know how big the power behind him is, and why he came to Jinju to do nothing.

After staying in Jinzhong for half a year, he didn't know what this young man was doing, and he could only get a glimpse of it, but the means, strategies, and calculations embodied in it had a chilling feeling, as if the less he knew, the better.

Yang Zheming walked onto the stage, and Liu Wende hurriedly ordered someone to set up a seat beside him, just between the first seat and Zhu Sanshao. Shizi doesn't like to sit in the first place, too conspicuous, and doesn't like to be around an unfamiliar but self-acquainted person - Zhu Sanshao and Shizi have a good relationship, Liu Wende feels that this arrangement is extremely appropriate.

Yang Zheming also felt satisfied, took off his coat and entered the table, leaned back, as if he was extremely tired, and slowly exhaled.

Zhu Sanshao leaned over, he was still wearing a soft armor, and he had been leading the soldiers to practice in the barracks for several months, and now his face gradually faded from the immaturity of a young man, with the wind and frost of a soldier, and his facial features were sharp and angular.

He poured a cup of hot tea for Yang Zheming, added some sake and handed it to him, Yang Zheming reached out to take it, and said in a low voice: "Thank you." ”

Zhu Sanshao shook his head: "You are still as polite as me." Although the two came to Jinzhong together, one was in charge of the barracks with a military aircraft, and the other had unspeakable secrets.

The banquets of these families can make it rare for them to get together.

Liu Wende hurriedly ordered the song and dance to come up and perform, and the prince could come, which was almost a reward for him. He whispered to his butler to hurry up and ask the young lady to come over.

Zhu Sanshao whispered in Yang Zheming's ear: "I thought you wouldn't come, and you were about to leave." Yang Zheming took a sip of tea and said softly: "I was a little happy in my heart, so I came over." ”

Zhu Sanshao looked at Yang Zheming's expression - he couldn't see where he was happy at all, could it be that some people were just happy and angry?

Zhu Sanshao touched his chin, he usually led a soldier and his subordinates were very bold, and he had to learn from Ziming.

Miss Liu quickly packed up and was accompanied by a maid to the front yard. She stopped in front of the screen and looked at the banquet, where there were two young and noble princes and generals, one was General Zhu of Jinju Prefecture, and the other was the prince of the prince.

Compared with General Zhu, the prince of Anqing is obviously much thinner and more handsome, his eyes are very indifferent, and he is three or four points similar to the crown prince Yang Yu.

Since she was tossed in Jindu, she and the good Miss Wang and Miss Gu have not suffered too much, and I heard that it is because of the prince of Anqing who is going around it.

After that, she heard that Lu Xiang's daughter Lu Qingyi was designated as the crown princess - the prince had never even seen her face.

She suddenly realized that if a woman wants to become the crown princess, it is useless to rely on her appearance and style, she also needs the background and power of the family, what if the prince doesn't like it, what if the prince hasn't seen it, the young lady of the Lu family has not shown her face once, and she has still become the envy of all women.

In the future, Muyi will become the queen of the world and become the most noble woman in Daliang.

Some people are born to determine their status and status, destined to get more than others, and climb to heights that are difficult for others to climb.

It was just a joke that she had gone to great lengths to get to the prince.

This joke made her feel even more resentful and ashamed after Miss Wang was designated as the crown princess and sent her a letter.

She is not reconciled!

Obviously, she sent the palace maid to find out about the rest place where the prince was, and it was all up to her hard work to complete, but in the end, why was Wang Wen favored by His Royal Highness the Prince.

Why did she keep pretending to be high and refused to go with them, but she still went to the Liu'an Pavilion.

Can't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince see her intentions?

Her palms were slowly clenched, the expression on her face was cloudy, and the maid beside her hurriedly stepped forward and reminded in a low voice: "Miss." ”

Liu Yiyi came to her senses - yes, she has to fight for the opportunity in front of her, Wang Wen is a concubine after all, she has to find a way to be more glorious and rich than her, and she is more proud. If her husband's status is noble, she can be more respected than Wang Wen.

If she becomes the princess of the prince, it will be the main family, and the son she gave birth to can also inherit the title and become a noble prince.

Liu Yiyi turned around and said a few words to the maid, the maid nodded, went to Lord Liu's side, and conveyed the young lady's words.

After listening to this, Liu Wende nodded with satisfaction, as long as his daughter's mind turned a corner, he pushed it again, and good things were not impossible.

The more he looked at Yang Zheming, the more satisfied he became-although the prince was a little sick, but after all, he was an orthodox royal person, if he could marry the royal family, then he could also be a relative of the emperor, maybe the emperor would look at him differently.

After a while, there were beauties with wine and food to the banquet, those guests were drunk, one by one the beauties were half-clothed, their eyes were slow, some of the guests couldn't hold it, dragged the beauties into their arms, and began to move their hands and feet.

Zhu Sanshao shook his head, he had never liked these trends, and said to Yang Zheming: "I'll find an opportunity later, let's say goodbye." ”

Yang Zheming was noncommittal, just a little guy walked up to him with a pot of tea, squatted down to pour tea for him, Yang Zheming stretched out his hand, took the cup of tea, and was ready to drink it and leave.

The little guy tilted his head, revealing half of his face under the cotton hat, a fair and slightly sallow face, two beards, and a pair of smart and bright eyes, shining and full of cunning. "He" looked left and right, and was about to look up to speak.

Yang Zheming's eyes happened to fall on this face, he had just drunk half of the tea, and he didn't hold back, "poof-" all sprayed on the little guy's face.

Yang Zheming coughed in a low voice.

- Even if he had expected it, it was too terrifying. (To be continued.) )