The dinner was very grand, and in the open space outside the main hall, a bonfire was set up and a dozen long tables were set up. The ingredients are abundant, and the Tibetan specialties are readily available.

The most important thing is people, Dorje Paran is the third, the two sisters above are married, and there are only her and her father in the family. But there are not many accompanying guests, and each of them has extraordinary identities.

But compared to Dorje Palan, it is much worse.

The Tibetan royal family is the largest family in Tibet, and other families are its vassals. The vast majority of them are the old subordinates of the royal family, the generals who assisted the king of Tibet during the feudal dynasty, and the descendants of ministers, and after hundreds of years of accumulation, they have also become a large family.

Sitting on the throne must be introduced, Dorje Paran's father, the Tibetan king of this generation!

Dorje Paran introduced that after saying a long list of words, Meng Fan didn't remember much, and the name of the king of Zao was too awkward.

Zao was a middle-aged man in his fifties, powerful and richly dressed, and his thick wolfskin coat could not hide his muscular body.

"If you can't remember it, don't remember it, I also have a Han name, you can call me Zang Bohan." Duoji Palan's father, seeing Meng Fan's confused expression, laughed and said.

"This is unacceptable, the Tibetan king is the most honorable person in Tibet, how can we be rude. Or like everyone else, call it the king of Tibet. Yang Xue'e sat at the table, noble and elegant, and generous, even Bai Nannan changed her pungent image and sat upright.

"Who is this?"

The king of Zao has long noticed Yang Xue'e, and many of the princes and nobles present are not as cultured as her, and her grace and nobility are no worse than those of the royal family.

Duoji Paran didn't know Yang Xue'e, and he had only met Du Han a few times.

"I'm from the Yang family in Yanjing, the fourth in the family, and the king of Zao just calls me Yang Xue'e." Yang Xue'e introduced herself and was polite.

"It turned out to be the fourth lady of the Yang family in Yanjing, disrespectful and disrespectful." The king said, put his hands on his chest, saluted Yang Xue'e, and said, "These two are Ling Ai, and they really look very good." ”

According to Tibetan etiquette, Yang Xue'e also saluted like the king of Tibet and said: "The king of Tibet has misunderstood, the little girl Hanhan, this is a member of the Bai family in Liuzhou." ”

"My name is Bai Nannan." Bai Nannan answered the call and introduced herself, which was completely different from her previous style, very polite, and did not lose the elegance of Miss Dahu.

"Oh? It turned out to be a person from the Bai family, who had been admired for a long time, and had heard for a long time that the Bai family took medicine as the foundation of the family, and had superb medical skills. Zao said, very politely. Whether it is the Yang family or the Bai family, they are all big clans, perhaps not as noble as the Tibetan royal family, but they are not comparable to ordinary families.

"The king of Zao has an overreputation." Bai Nannan stood up, saluted the king and said with a smile. After all, she is still a little girl of sixteen or seventeen, childlike and childlike, and she is very happy when she hears the praise.

It was Meng Fan's turn, and before Dorje Paran could speak, the king had already guessed it and said, "This is Meng Fan, right?" ”

Meng Fan got up, followed the example of the others, and saluted to the king of Zao. The hand is on the chest, although it is not standard, but it is not wrong.

King Zao took a deep look at the bead on his wrist, it was his thing, Dorje Paran gave it to her when she was a child, and now she wears it on Meng Fan's wrist, and she instantly understood.

But he didn't ask much, just glanced at Meng Fan.

"You don't need to be restrained, please feel free." Zao said, and the banquet began.

Just like Dorje Paran said, there were singing and dancing performances, there was music, the king was very kind, he chatted a lot with Yang Xue'e without putting on a show, and also asked Meng Fan some questions, when he knew that he was an orphan, the king couldn't help nodding slightly.

His three daughters, the eldest daughter and the second daughter have all married into wealthy families, leaving Dorje Palan alone, and there are no more children under his knees.

I wanted to wait for my three daughters to get married and give birth to a son, and choose one to inherit his family business, if I could recruit a son-in-law, it would be better.

Meng Fan is the first choice, he unveiled the Dorje Paran, and the dzi is all worn, so it is indeed logical to become the son-in-law of the royal family.

But there is one problem that is a little difficult to solve, that is, two years ago, his wife mentioned that she wanted to match Dorje Paran and her brother. At that time, Duoji Palan was not there, and he also praised a few words casually, but he did not directly refuse or agree, which was regarded as a backup.

Now Dorje Paran is back, and so is Madame's brother.

It's a bit of a trick now.

said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, and the lady came, a woman in her thirties, much younger than the king of Zao, dressed gracefully and luxuriously, but with displeasure on her face, especially when she saw Meng Fan, her expression was full of resentment.

With him, there was another man, this man Bai Nannan knew, the person who snatched her mobile phone.

The woman is Dorje Palan's stepmother, and the man is her younger brother.

Wu is also a big family, in ancient times, it can be regarded as a prince, the ancestors of all generations have served in front of the king, it can be said that it is a famous noble.

Dorje Paran didn't like them very much, especially Ujisai, and he was quite disgusted. Sit next to Meng Fan and introduce him to Tibetan specialties. The man's Wu Jisai was very direct, glaring at Meng Fan in annoyance and snorting coldly.

"Is he?" Meng Fan asked, and it could be seen that the man's hostility towards him was quite large.

"Ignore him and taste our barley wine." Dorje Paran said.

When the king of Zao introduced, Yang Xue'e and Bai Nannan also wanted to salute the woman, and the woman also responded one by one, when Meng Fan was introduced, she asked intentionally or unintentionally: "This is also a child of the great family?" ”

"I'm from a mountain village, an ordinary family." Meng Fan replied truthfully.

The current woman of the king of Zao, the stepmother of Dorje Palan, the eldest lady of the Wu family, Wu Yanfang showed a disdainful and even disgusted expression, and the afterglow swept Meng Fan, and said without yin or yang: "Mingzhu went to Yanjing, and brought back such a poor person?" The dignified Tibetan royal family is really getting more and more degenerate. ”

Her words were quite ugly, and for a while, everyone present was silent and pretended not to hear it, where did Meng Fan provoke her?

Dorjee Paran said angrily: "How can I have nothing to do with you, you Wu family is fine?" Hens that don't lay eggs. ”

"What did you say!?" Wu Fang was uncovered, screaming like a cat with its tail stepped on.

"That's enough, there's a distinguished guest, look what you all look like." Zao shouted, coughing violently, waving his hand and saying, "I'll talk about this later." Be careful with what you say and don't let your guests see the jokes. ”

Wu Fang patted the back of the king of Zao, who looked quite filial and hateful, and said hatefully: "Look at what you make your Abba angry with, if you are not sick, you can get sick." ”

Dorje Paran still wanted to argue, but worried that the king was coughing and panting, he glared at her angrily and did not speak.

This woman is so shameless, she obviously provoked it first, but she became a good person instead. In terms of means, Dorjee Paran is obviously not her opponent.

The banquet continued, no one mentioned it, why did the Wufang sisters and brothers not treat Meng Fan so much, everyone was like a mirror in their hearts, and no one would take the initiative to approach Meng Fan.

Until the end, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening, Meng Fan was resting in the guest room, and Bai Nannan slipped in quietly like a thief.

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