"I see." Song Zi'an turned around and left again, just like when he had just arrived, rolling up a gust of wind and neatly.

When Song Zi'an came back, it was already approaching noon, and now, it was soon night, and it was time to have a reunion dinner together.

Song Jiaqing once thought that she would let Song Juntong out today, but as soon as Song Juntong saw someone approaching, she was like a mad dog climbing and biting, at this moment in her heart, no one recognized it, even Song Zi'an went, she could only suffer a loss, and a tooth mark could be bitten out of her arm through thick clothes.

Enduring the pain, Song Zi'an went to Mrs. Pei's meal, I don't know what Song Zi'an said, but in the end, Mrs. Pei still came out to eat this Chinese New Year's Eve meal.

On the table, Song Jiaqing sat in the middle, and on both sides sat Mrs. Pei and Mrs. Wan, Gu Yuyin sat beside Mrs. Pei, and Song Zi'an sat beside Mrs. Wan, and no one mentioned Song Juntong.

In line with the reason that Gu Yuyin is the princess, naturally the Chinese New Year's Eve is very lively, and Song Zi'an's return made Song Jiaqing add some decorations in the afternoon, and even the next person ignored Song Juntong, which shows that it is really too rude.

"Happy New Year, everyone." Song Kaqing raised his glass and gestured to the others.

"Happy New Year." Everyone responded in unison, as if they had really had a quiet and peaceful New Year, but the palace was full of slaughter.

On the twenty-ninth day of the New Year, Jun Xiao arrived at the post station in Wuxiang City.

Naturally, he was invited to the palace to keep the New Year.

"Prince Beiling has arrived." When the shrill voice of the eunuch at the door came, everyone's eyes suddenly moved to the man in the bamboo blue shirt.

He was about in his early twenties, with a slender figure, and with only one attendant, he strode in, calmly and confidently.

"Prince Jun Xiao of Beiling, ask Liang Sheng Shang'an of the Southern Dynasty." Jun Xiao only bowed slightly, and did not salute like others.

The eunuchs around the saint are in a dilemma, this is not in line with the etiquette.

"Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has come to Wuxiang City, which is different from Xuanyang County, why don't you follow my Southern Dynasty Liang's courtesy?" The Holy Lord's voice revealed majesty in his voice and asked.

"Beiling people never kneel." Jun Xiao raised his head slightly, there was no look of shock on his face, but it also faintly revealed the aura of the emperor.

The two went toe-to-toe.

Chi Xiaoyu stood up at this moment.

"The Southern Dynasty Liang naturally has the rules of the Southern Dynasty Liang."

"What if you don't?" Jun Xiao recognized Chi Xiaoyu, but he disdained it, his eyes were never indifferent, and he never put anyone in his eyes.

Chi Xiaoyu slapped the table and got up, Jun Xiao's attendant quickly retreated at this moment, the two of them were like phantoms, fighting, in just a few moves, they were all killing moves.

Everyone was shocked to watch, the range of the two fights was not large, the sound was also very soft, and the speed was very fast.

"You've lost." Chi Xiaoyu said lightly.

Jun Xiao was unwilling in his heart, but Chi Xiaoyu's hand was already pointing at three inches of his heart, and if he went in, it would be a dead end.

He was equally dismissive of cheating.

glanced at Chi Xiaoyu, then walked to the seat and sat down.

The saint's face was dark.

"Okay, everyone, please take a seat."

didn't care about anything, the song and dance sounded, as if it was really peaceful.

"Beiling is a wild place after all, and it is not as lively and brilliant as my Southern Dynasty Liang during the New Year's Festival." The path to enter the palace arranged by the Holy Lord today intends to let Jun Xiao see the prosperity of the Southern Dynasty Liang, so as to promote the national prestige.

But along the way, the old monk Jun Xiao sat in a sedan chair and did not look out.

"Beiling, there are naturally few singing and dancing girls, but the warriors are busy fighting." Jun Xiao said lightly, openly and secretly, the two sides clashed again.

"I am in the south of the Liang, music, warriors, there is no shortage of everything, come, everyone salute the prince of Beiling for a cup." The saint took the lead in raising the wine glass, and soon, the others followed suit and changed the glasses.

Jun Xiao took a sip lightly, but did not enter his throat.

"I heard that the third prince of Liang of the Southern Dynasty is about to get married, congratulations." Jun Xiao held a wine glass and said to Chi Xiaoyu, who had just lost to.

"Thank you, Prince Beiling." Chi Xiaoyu returned the salute and drank a cup of wine.

With Jun Xiao's opening, everyone remembered that today is not only Chinese New Year's Eve, wait until the New Year, the sixth day of the first month, is the wedding day of Chi Xiaoyu and Song Jun, congratulations came one after another, looking at Chi Xiaoyu's refusal to respond one by one, everyone has points in their hearts, these three princes, maybe they really like Song Hibi, and they have no objection to this marriage.

Even with the smallest Chi Huaifeng, he came to join in the fun:

"Third brother, congratulations."

"You little brat, you're coming to congratulate you too?" Chi Xiaoyu rubbed his head and drank the wine.

"Holy Lord, you see, how much fun the children have." The queen said softly to the saint, these days she is busy taking care of the queen mother, but she has lost a lot.

"Hmm." Although the saint nodded with a smile, the concubine who looked at him felt that he was hiding something else in his eyes towards Chi Xiaoyu.

"Holy Lord, I salute you with a cup and wish you eternal life and happiness." The concubine smiled, and the country and the city were overwhelmed, and the saint naturally couldn't refuse.

After drinking the wine, the concubine's position unconsciously moved closer to the saint, and Chi Miaomiao in the audience saw it in her eyes.

On such a day, even if he is reluctant, he will still come.

Yun Cang Pavilion is naturally there.

The chiefs on the left and the right in the audience are Chi Xiaoyu and Yun Cangge Lao.

Who doesn't know that Yuncang Pavilion is always the master of the former prince's late departure, and he even personally reported the late departure, and the selfless behavior of the Grand Duke was praised by the saint and received higher praise.

"This is the famous Yuncang Pavilion elder of the Southern Dynasty?" Jun Xiao said to the man.

"Yes, the old man is Yuncang." The old man of Yuncang Pavilion is about sixty years old, with white hair, and he really looks like a bit of a fairy wind and bones.

"I also have a national teacher in Beiling, named Tianmu, he once said that a strange person, in the Southern Dynasty Liang, I don't know who the old acquaintance of Yuncang Pavilion is?"

Jun Xiao's headless question seemed to be embarrassing Yun Cang, and the saint didn't agree with it.

"Strange people, there are thousands of strange people in the world, His Royal Highness the Prince of Beiling is looking for, the old man can only say that cause and effect, everything is because it has not been perfected, so he has been given a second chance, you are right."

After listening to the words of the elder of Yuncang Pavilion, Jun Xiao laughed three times, then arched his hands and shouted:

"Prince Ben admires, admires."

I didn't expect Jun Xiao's respect to give Yun Cangge Lao, presumably what Yun Cangge Lao said, naturally said to Jun Xiao's heart, and couldn't help but admire his ability even more.

The palace feast was finally able to continue.

When the bell rang at noon, it announced the arrival of the seventeenth year of Dezhao, and this year was destined to be an ordinary year.

The fireworks that resounded over the Elephantless City also attracted the attention of many people, the singing and dancing in the hall had stopped, the saint went back to rest, and there were still many juniors left, who came out to watch the lively fireworks, pointed to the light in the sky, and talked about it.

"Prince Tan." Jun Xiao walked to Chi Xiaoyu's side and shouted at him.

"His Royal Highness the Prince." Chi Xiaoyu is the same, the two of them are now the two most faceable young juniors of the two royal families, and they are also the ones who are most likely to sit on the throne in the future, the same outstanding, the same teenager.

"You're not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince yet." Jun Xiao's words were interesting, he saw that the saint was wary of Chi Xiaoyu, and Chi Miaomiao, who was wearing a robe but sitting in the prince's seat, seemed to be the more favorite candidate for Liang Shengshang in the Southern Dynasty.

"What if it's not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Chi Xiaoyu lowered what he was going to say next:

"If you become a saint, don't you just do it."

He has long known that the saint does not have the scruples of making him the prince, but in any case, this position, he is bound to win, he hates the feeling of being trampled under his feet, he wants to climb up, and he will never have to be controlled by others again.