In the Guozheng Hall, guests arrive one after another, the chairs around the circle are all made of pear wood, the carvings are intricate, and the dining table is polished as jade-like marble, smooth and bright, and the tinkling silverware is full of fine wine and fresh fruit. The glass chandelier is colorful and eye-catching, and the fire in the fireplace has already burned warmly. The empty spire of the transparent stone is very resolute, and the infinite sky is in full view, which is even more sudden. If you don't vaguely see the stone cracks, you will really be surprised that the glass lamp is inexplicably floating in the air.

Ji Zhong, his wife and son Ji Shixian greeted the guests on the square outside the Guozheng Hall. Ji Shixian's appearance is not outstanding, his chest is narrow and flat, and he mostly follows his father. But the person who was raised in such a privileged environment made the twenty-seven-year-old more personable than his peers, rich in learning, shrewd and capable as his parents on the side.

Duan Jingbo and his son Dianni visited the National Hall early with his subordinate officials. The headquarters of the Hearing Department is located in the city of Lingdu, very close to the National Shoji Hall. Clue is a few years younger than Ji Shixian, just over twenty, and the two are quite familiar.

Seeing the clue coming, Ji Shixian took the initiative to speak. Clue nodded his head in response politely, his short dark hair was attached to the side of his face, which made his skin fair, his obscure eyes did not deliberately hide his disdain for the "messy noise" around him, and his sharp nose seemed as sharp as his father. It is rumored that he is proficient in various hearing techniques, so that outsiders are unconsciously accustomed to being estranged from him, and even if he raises an eyebrow, he will also know the other party's thoughts.

As night fell, everyone came to the National Hall. When the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs arrived with the general, Ji Zhong led a group of relatives and friends to stand up and cheer. This is always the case, as long as the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs are present, Ji Zhong always attaches so much importance to it, far more than to other deployments. This year, Nankun came from afar, and the battle was even more than before.

Beitang Muren and Nankun were at the forefront side by side, followed by Muxi and Nanfuyao. Everyone knew that the strength of the Fifth Division in the south should not be underestimated. But looking at today, Deputy General Mu Xi also gave way to Minister Nan Kun, and he and his daughter were listed together later, which shows that the Military and Political Department attaches great importance to the Fifth Division.

If Nan Kun attracts a lot of attention, then his daughter Nan Fuyao is even more dazzling. Boldly dressed, sexy curves, lace crystal corset long dress, not an inch more than a centimeter to show her snow-white feet and slender high heels. With soft hair on her shoulders and bright eyes, every time people want to linger on her for a while, they can't help but restrain their gaze. Even though she is as beautiful as a fairy, the bearing of the minister of the powerful army is not weak, and no one dares to easily blaspheme her, and the respect of the fist is actually overwhelmed by the previous admiration.

When the third division won Zheng, the military aircraft department Nangong Hao, and the spiritual department Bai Puffi walked by, the last thing to come was the second branch of Sanskrit Yin and the first branch of the North Underworld. Beiming was not in Lingdu, and Beitang Muxi asked Fanyin to lead the columns of these two departments to attend. It's not once or twice that Beiming doesn't participate in various activities of the National Hall, and every time this happens, it's troublesome for Sanskrit to do it for him. Sanskrit is also uncomfortable, there were occasional complaints before, but in recent years, it is completely insensitive.

The eyes of the people who had originally withdrawn and waited for the opening of the banquet were forcibly attracted back by the first and second divisions that they saw every year in the last arrival. During this period, Duan Jingbo kept his head down and drank tea, and only raised his head at this time. Di Ni's gaze turned slightly, and he looked at the high second-floor corridor of the Guozheng Hall, and a slender figure appeared there, it was Ji Lingxiao.

The three columns of the second division appeared together, all of them were magnificent, led by Leng Yi, and they were not missing the slightest beauty. Yan Tong of the first branch has been outstanding in recent years, and it is more than enough for any branch to choose him as the minister, and his bright and upright bearing is the best candidate for the second position of the first branch.

However, the arrival of these people did not suppress the demeanor of one person, that is, the fifth Sanskrit sound that walked in front of them. She paced every step steadily, heroic and powerful, unhurried, and instantly restrained the men walking in her back row. The eyebrows are clear and handsome, the contours are distinct, two wisps of ink hang down the cheeks, and the dark red military uniform is the same as that of the person behind him. The only difference is that she has a pair of boots and pants, with an extra circle of loose leather skirt below the waist, seven and a half strands, long to the calf, swinging in pieces, chic and soft.

Sanskrit Yin led the people of the first and second divisions to congratulate the lord of the country, and the lord and his wife returned the salute peacefully. Hu Mei'er's eyes fell on Fanyin for a moment, and she walked away, not showing anything special. She originally admired in her heart that Fanyin had a pretty face that was difficult to distinguish between male and female, but when she looked back, what was the meaning of a "woman" who could only be stuck on the training ground, if she could "fiddle". It's a pity that this "woman" will only wear men's clothes, and after a long time, it will naturally be not interesting. Hu Meier immediately stopped paying attention to her. Who knew that all her eyes were taken in by Sanskrit, but she was just bored and didn't think about it.

There were two other people at the guest of honor looking this way: Hua Po and Modory. I saw that the flower woman smiled rarely, and Mo Doli was also speechless on the side. She couldn't help but be a little surprised when she looked at Hua Po's eyes at the fifth Sanskrit. Mo Doli knew that the beauties in the Ministry of Etiquette were as many as the stars in the sky. If it is interesting, it is really interesting, and ten or eight years may not be able to understand their mental nature; if it is boring, it is really boring, just like the flowers, but only a few colors. Those who can make people like Hua Po who read countless beauties pay attention to their hearts must be impeccable, funny, but not crooked. Now, apart from Mo Dori herself, it is only the fifth Sanskrit sound. As for Nan Fuyao, Hua Po only took a sip of sake.

Mo Duoli said softly, "Fuyao is really getting more and more beautiful." When they were young, they knew each other, not close friends, but they were also friendly.

When the flower woman heard this, she just drank wine, but she didn't deny it. Hua Po took a fancy to Mo Doli as her successor, not only because she was excellent personally, but also for two main reasons. Modori is delicate and fastidious, but not jealous. This is something that is difficult for women to do, especially a woman as delicate as her. Let's not say that no one can enter Mo Duoli's eyes and compare with one of them, but if such a person appears, can this kind of naturally pretentious woman really be like a bright moon and deal with it indifferently?

Hua Po is happy today, in fact, not only for the fifth Sanskrit, but also for Modori.

"You just said that Nan Fuyao is good-looking, why did you see the fifth Sanskrit sound but didn't make a sound?" Hua Po said.

"Me. Modolly stumbled, didn't know how to answer for a moment, and sighed softly on the side.

Hua Po smiled and said softly: "I think you are the best." ”

Mo Dori's eyebrows furrowed, and her face gradually improved. The person she chooses herself, when will she miss it. Modori then smiled haughtily, her swan-like white neck stretched out gracefully, and her fussy eyes were as arrogant as ever.

"Dolly. Hua Po said.

"Huh?" said Dolly, looking back at the flower woman.

"What do you think of the fifth?" asked Hua Po suddenly.