Han Feng took a sip of Liguo's unique wine, and before the banquet officially began, a minister had already walked up to Han Feng's side and toasted him with a wrinkled smile on his face.

Han Feng also returned the past, and looked at Geng Yue when he got the gap.

However, Geng Yue was making trouble at this moment, and refused to look at Han Feng squarely.

Han Feng knew where Geng Yue didn't want to be, he had just come back now, and he couldn't refute his father's will, and judging from Geng Yue's current life experience, if he let other people know that Geng Yue was the folk princess of Chen Kingdom, I am afraid that he would not only make a fuss, let alone marry him.

Geng Yue didn't recognize him in Chen's family, and his identity couldn't be erased after he arrived in Liguo.

So her identity, unless she hides it, she won't be a good person in any country.

In fact, no matter who it is, it is suitable for Geng Yue to be Han Feng's side concubine, Geng Yue's status is not high, and he is from Liguo, if he didn't talk to His Royal Highness Tai, Geng Yue was afraid that he would be canonized with a small name such as a princess, or he would be pointed to Wei Lin.

Wei Lin has a talent when he looks at it, and he is married to Geng Yue, and both of them are from Chen Guo, although they are all desperate to take refuge in Liguo at present, but no one can guess what thoughts they have in the future.

The two Chen Guoren have formed a family, and they look very right, and they are also very suitable.

The ministers discussed a lot in private, because Wei Lin was a little embarrassed, and he actually refused the official position of Huangmen Shilang given by His Majesty.

That is also a civil official of the five grades, if one of the four talents in the Great Shangshu Mansion can be rated for this position, then the Great Shangshu can be regarded as not cultivated in vain.

However, Wei Lin refused without even thinking about it.

What do you mean?

Why do you want to go back to Chen Guo? Coming all the way over, and then going back to serve Chen Guo, Wei Lin's brain is really a bit of a problem.

Then there is only the next thought, that is, Wei Lin is a good boy who does not want to go up, and wants to follow the example of the young man in the bamboo forest who wants to drive in his early twenties and can't drive anymore.

The two squatted together in the bamboo forest, reciting poems, playing the piano and drinking, and went together to pursue immortality.

Some talented people disdain the struggle of officialdom, because they are really too noble, and they have already finished the chaos of the world from the books before they have entered the WTO.

But both of them are in their twenties, and they feel that they have seen through the chaos of the world, so they become arrogant, so that a literati who are still in their forties and sixties and still in the folk can't help but talk about it behind their backs.

As for whether Wei Lin wants to go to the bamboo forest, in fact, few people really care.

The only thing I care about is that I am really worried that Wei Lin's brain will twitch and run to Chen Guo.

After all, no one is perfect, and it is not impossible for some people to occasionally do something unthinkable.

It's like the old Xiucai who has been looking at the fish tank for three years, and it doesn't make sense for ordinary people.

Wei Lin doesn't really seem to want to live in seclusion in the bamboo forest, because if he is really secluded, he also accepted His Majesty's old money, is it to make an elixir and ask for silver taels?

Han Feng heard a small buzz behind him, and also heard some speculations that were only a few words. The ministers didn't seem to shy away from him.

Han Feng didn't answer, and when Wei Lin looked at him, he raised his glass to Wei Lin with a smile on his face.

However, when he took another bite of food from Wei Lin and looked at Geng Yue, he softened.

Wei Lin threw the wine glass on the table in frustration, glared at Han Feng several times, and scolded in his heart.

I couldn't help it, so I scolded: "Damn! The villain has a will! ”

Han Feng didn't hear his whisper, but he could see that his face was not good. Han Feng held back a smile and lowered his head, he had never been so satisfied.

My heart was full of Deng, and I felt that I was too happy.

It's just one more Gui Xueyan.

couldn't help but turn her eyes to Gui Xueyan, Gui Xueyan has grown into a big girl after more than ten years of transformation, and I remember that when she left, she was still a little milk baby waiting to be fed.

The little milk baby hasn't seen her for a long time, and she has become a big girl in a flash, and now she feels a little interesting in front of her.

Han Feng inexplicably saw Xiao Gui's shadow from her, they didn't look alike, but Gui Xueyan's fingertips gently tapped the small action on the table, which was also what Xiao Gui often had.

He thought to himself: Gui Xueyan's sister has grown up, she shouldn't have any impression of him and Xiao Gui, even if she talks about Xiao Gui, the saddest thing should be the dart general, and Gui Xueyan is not too sad. A milk doll, what can she remember at that time.

But Xiao Gui was not allowed to return to Liguo after his death, Han Feng's heart ached suddenly, he came back for peace, at this time, he heard the voice of Jin Ge Iron Horse in his ears again, his hands trembled, and he started a bloody war in his mind.

The banquet was not in a hurry, the queen had been waiting for the day when Han Feng returned, so she had already prepared after learning the news.

Geng Yue's eyes looked at the singing and dancing, and the feeling of watching it in the TV series was still different from what she saw in reality.

The cloth was embroidered with delicate patterns draped over the dancer's body, Geng Yue admitted that it was very beautiful, if it wasn't for the panic in her heart at this moment, she could really immerse herself in it.

The wine in the glass is like water when drunk, and the wine of this era is not pure enough, so it is not so easy to drink. The dishes are more flavorful than those made outside the palace, and the meat is very large when cooked, and there are lamb's ribs stuck on it.

Men would pick it up and put it to their lips and eat it straight to their lips. And women love beauty, pay attention to manners, and do not pick up the whole piece of meat and eat it, either with chopsticks or served by the servant girl beside her.

As far as the eye can see, the most common thing on a woman's head is to insert a grate and a wooden comb as decorations on her hair, the front is parted, the top of the head is in a bun, and the hair hanging down is very long, draped over the shoulders, and when kneeling, it can hang down to the ground.

In Geng Yue's opinion, some men's hair buns are similar to women's, and some of them are all tied up.

Those who are all tied up are more energetic.

Geng Yue took a bite of the mutton in the bowl, and suddenly felt that the mutton in his mouth was not as unacceptable as when he first came.

As long as the banquet was over, Geng Yue and everyone walked out of the main hall together, only to find the real "big scene" outside. ”

Under the cascading steps, a huge fire was enclosed, and a shaman wearing a mask was "dancing" around the fire, and he didn't know what to say, and the shaman was surrounded by a group of three or five people, all wearing masks, and the faces on the masks were very hideous.

Han Feng didn't know when he walked to her side, gently held Geng Yue's hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid. ”

Geng Yue looked sideways at Han Feng, and after looking at her for a long time, she raised the corners of her lips, and thought: The side concubine is the side concubine, I also have a good impression of Gui Xueyan, and I will get along well in the future, who let me cross it, there is no way to do it, love is this thing, isn't it okay to be a constant companion.

It's like Bai Suzhen, Xu Xian and Xiaoqing, as long as they get along, the three of us can live together, which is actually quite good.