At this time, the Taiwei Mansion was also very lively. Almost all of He Zhuguo's old subordinates in Beijing came to the wedding banquet. Because most of the people who came to congratulate were military generals, the noise was relatively intense, and the sound of the bands had long been masked by the noise of the crowd.

Although it is early winter, the air seems to be suffocated and warm because of the many charcoal basins burned indoors, but more heat is emitted by the guests who come to congratulate them.

He Zhuguo no longer knew how many glasses of wine he had drunk, he only knew how to pour wine into his stomach like water. His subordinates are also drunk one by one, and the soldiers generally drink more refreshingly, not to mention that today is such a festive day, so these generals, almost none of them are hidden, and they all seem to be dying when they drink.

Only He Zhuguo's two personal guards did not drink a drop of wine, although tonight was the emperor's wedding night, and it was a celebratory banquet in the Taiwei Mansion, but as guards, their duties determined that they must always be sober.

He Zhuguo raised his head again and drank the wine in the glass, and handed the wine glass to the maid next to him to refill it. His face was full of smiles, this taste of being the ruler of the country was really not ordinarily good, even Liu Ji, the general of Yulinwei, who had never dealt with him well, came to congratulate him, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

Holding the glass that was refilled with wine, He Zhuguo staggered towards Liu Ji's seat, and the wine in the cup was also spilling because of his shaking.

Liu Ji's brocade robe was bulging, obviously wearing other clothes, in this sultry environment, it really felt like a year. He caught a glimpse of He Zhuguo coming over, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, staggered to his feet, and said with a smile: "Guozhang, sue me, in a hurry, go out first, and then turn around and toast you!" ”

"Grandma's, now I'm still big with Lao Tzu." He Zhuguo watched Liu Ji walk towards the door, scolded with straight eyes, the wine glass in his hand had been completely crooked, and the wine left an obvious wet mark on his robe, and he didn't know that he thought he was urinating in his pants.

The alcohol and the warm atmosphere of the scene had already confused He Zhuguo's brain, and most of the guests present tonight, so that no one noticed that Liu Ji made a very strange gesture when he walked to the door and brought the door up.

A group of drunken and staggering guests staggered towards He Zhuguo, they surrounded He Zhuguo, some pulled his clothes, some climbed his arm, some held his waist, and they all said that they wanted to have a drink with him first.

Two of He Zhuguo's personal guards immediately became alert, one trying to drive away the group of guests he had never seen, and the other holding his hand tightly on the hilt of the sword at his waist. But He Zhuguo himself didn't care, but smiled even brighter.

There are a total of eleven commanders in the Jiangbei camp, and nine of them came over today, all of them were once He Zhuguo's subordinates, and today their old boss was promoted to the national abbot, on top of this festive banquet, they naturally let go of the amount of wine, whether they know it or not, all those who come to toast, they are all dry wine.

Now four of them were in command with their heads resting on the table, drunk and unconscious; The other two staggered to pour themselves another glass of wine; Another person did not drink the wine, but did not sit in his seat anymore, but went about picking at the food on other people's tables, and did not know if it was more delicious for others to eat the leftovers; Of the remaining two, one was energetically attacking the roast suckling pig that had just been served, and the other tried to get up and go out to pee, but after several attempts, he failed to leave his seat......

He Zhuguo's personal guards were still trying to take He Zhuguo away from the group of toasters, but the group of toasting guests was so enthusiastic that in desperation, one of the guards had to increase his strength, grabbed the arm of one of the guests, and tried to turn it around through violence. But the moment he held both hands, he realized that there was still an iron armor hidden in the other party's sleeve, and he was suddenly shocked that something was wrong, he shivered all over, and subconsciously reached out to draw his sword.

But apparently the drunkenness of the guests who had come to toast was disguised, and as soon as the guard realized that something was wrong, his two hands were crushed by someone, and his mouth was tightly covered by one hand, and at the same time two sharp daggers stabbed silently into his ribs along the gap between his nails, and blood immediately choked down his nostrils and flowed all over the hand that covered his mouth......

Another guard also noticed that something was wrong, and while shouting a warning, his shoulder sank and knocked He Zhuguo to the ground, but before his sword could be unsheathed, he had already been stabbed in the chest, waist and leg, and his shouts were drowned out by the noisy noise, and no one heard his warning......

The sparkle in the guard's eyes was gradually fading, but his consciousness was still there, he knew that He Zhuguo was already drunk, if no one protected him was just a fat pig to be slaughtered, he no longer had the ability to protect him, he had to find someone who still had this ability before he fell, his eyes quickly swept over the guests in the hall......

Fan Meng was the first of He Zhuguo's old subordinates to become the commander, and the amount of alcohol was also notoriously good, he actually drank a lot tonight, but for his amount of alcohol, there were still a few catties away from being drunk. Now he was nibbling vigorously on the roast suckling pig in front of him, as if he were not the flesh of a piglet, but the naked body of a seductive maiden.

"Bang", the desktop in front of Fan Meng's eyes was smashed into a mess, and the wine and vegetable juice splashed his head and face, Fan Meng put down the roast suckling pig angrily, and just wanted to scold, but found that what was smashed on his table was a stainless steel long sword.

Tonight is a wedding banquet, although most of the guests who came to congratulate him are military generals, but there is such a thing as a sword, he can't use it, and Fan Meng's sword was handed over to the subordinates of the Taiwei Mansion as soon as he entered the door. So at tonight's wedding banquet, there are only two people who can wear swords, and that is He Zhuguo's personal guard.

Although Fan Meng has a rough personality, it does not mean that he is a careless person, and the guard's sword will never reach his table for no reason, something must have happened.

The cold light flashed, the clothes were windy, Fan Meng looked up and found a person he didn't know was full of smiling, holding a dagger to himself, he didn't think about it, so he greeted the roast suckling pig in his left hand, and the dagger "fluttered" and plunged into the roast suckling pig......

Fan Meng's right hand quickly picked up the long sword on the case in front of him, the tip of the sword rushed out, and gently sent it out, and the person who came to assassinate him bulged his eyes outward, and he was already pierced through the cold.