Murong Zhaoyang glanced at Murong Bowen, chuckled lightly and said indifferently: "Seventeenth brother, what Mingzhu said is that the seventh brother is just that, it's just that you, seventeenth brother, seventeen sister-in-law have always been virtuous and generous, I don't want to pay attention to these, right, seventeenth brother!" ”

It's no wonder that Murong Zhaoyang also followed behind and made up the knife fiercely, it was really this Murong Bowen who was too annoying, in his spare time in the past few years, when he saw Murong Zhaoyang, he wanted to make a few jokes, just like Murong Xuanjue, he liked to watch Murong Zhaoyang change his face, and he was always proud of having teased Murong Zhaoyang.

Murong Xuanjue glanced at Murong Bowen sympathetically, and didn't dare to interject a little cowardly, over the years, he has also figured out the character of his younger brother and younger siblings, and he is never ambiguous in business, but he is cautious and grudgeful in private, and the two of them are very short-sighted, and now looking at the young couple with their swords together, Murong Xuanjue doesn't have the heart to poke their lungs.

"Zhaoyang, Mingzhu, you two have to respect your brother, how can you laugh at your brother like this, it's not big or small, Mingzhu, I see that your seventeenth sister-in-law has brought you a lot of things, and let her send it to you tomorrow!" Murong Bowen coughed lightly, glared at Murong Zhaoyang, and said softly with a smile at Bai Yuluo.

It's not that Murong Bowen admits it quickly, it's really a little scared of the two of them, these two people are crowding people, it's invincible, Murong Bowen dares to make fun of Murong Zhaoyang when he is alone, if Bai Yu is present, Murong Bowen is quite honest, firstly, Bai Yuluo is younger sister, Murong Xuanjue, the eldest brother, is not too presumptuous, and secondly, this Bai Yuluo is too protective, sometimes even Murong Xuanjue's face will not be given, let alone his.

Bai Yuluo will accept it when he sees it, how can he call Brother Seventeen, it is nothing to be a little too much in private, but it is not good to be too much, this measure must be taken care of, and Bai Yuluo has always been very comfortable with the people's hearts, sometimes even Murong Zhaoyang sighed, that is, he owes Bai Yuluo a little bit in the hearts of the people.

After a while, all the people who participated in the banquet tonight came one after another, looking at Mrs. Lang Jun, who was both right, and the Sun family and the Xu family who turned around also quickly raised their smiling faces, and greeted these Mrs. Langjun with a smile with Bai Yuluo.

I have to say that the mothers-in-law and girls in King Chen's mansion are all well-trained, and the banquet attended by men and women together, adding up to nearly forty people, is not bad at all, but they are all arranged in the slightest, and the Sun family and the Xu family are secretly frightened, this white jade is so young, but this housekeeping is so good, even the Sun family, who has been married for more than ten years, is skilled in housekeeping, and is also praised in Chang'an The virtuous and generous princess of the Jin Dynasty is too bad!

Seeing that they were both seated, Murong Zhaoyang gently helped Bai Yu to sit down on the seat on the left side of Murong Xuanjue, and on the right seat sat Murong Bowen and the two husbands and wives, in this kind of private banquet, although Murong Bowen's status in the cavalry battalion was not as good as Wang Yan, but he was born in the royal family, and his natural identity was more noble than that of these children of the family, and he was on the right side of the prince and lower than Murong Zhaoyang, which was the most in line with the rules.

The people in the hall are all raised by the Dayan royal family or the family Langjun and girls, the first to play is naturally the popular Qu Shui Liuyang, everyone is smiling and looking at Murong Zhaoyang, Chang'an is known to everyone, if you say that the best play of this Qu Shui Liuyu is undoubtedly Murong Zhaoyang, the prince of Chenwangfu.

It's just that Murong Zhaoyang is looking at Murong Xuanjue, he has never been willing to compete for the limelight on this occasion, not to mention that now that Bai Yuluo is pregnant, he wants to take care of his little wife, but he is not interested in accompanying a group of people to play with this bells and whistles, yes, Murong Zhaoyang was quite interested in this song at first.

After all, later generations are still very curious about the literati of the Wei and Jin dynasties, especially the literati of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but they have seen too much, and that's it, Murong Zhaoyang likes their romance and wantonness, but he is also very resistant to those things that are too wanton, after all, for Murong Zhaoyang, who has a habit of cleanliness, there are some things that he can't do anymore.

When Murong Xuanjue saw Murong Zhaoyang's expression, he understood what his cousin meant, so he could only smile and say a few words, so that the subordinates were ready, and simply said that everyone knew the rules and started, he was the master, so he started.

After two laps, looking at the wine cup stopped in front of him, Murong Zhaoyang looked up at Lu Jun, raised his eyebrows, reached out to take the wine cup and drank it all, looked at Lu Jun with a smile and asked, "What do you want?" ”

"How's it going, Dawn, write a poem or a song, whatever you choose?" Lu Jun looked at Murong Zhaoyang with a wicked smile and said loudly.

Before Murong Zhaoyang's wedding, he took his fiancée to attend the banquet in the East Palace, and it is said that when he was playing music, he sang half of the love poems of the Book of Poetry to his fiancée.

Murong Zhaoyang obviously thought of this, smiled softly at Bai Yuluo beside him, raised his eyes to look at everyone with a curious look, and wanted to make his little wife happy, so he said softly: "Then write a poem!" ”

"Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang. There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart. The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red. Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent. "A song by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty "Last Night's Stars and Last Night's Wind" made Murong Zhaoyang read it a hundred times, not that Murong Zhaoyang wanted to plagiarize, but as a science student, he really didn't have the cell to compose poetry.

Murong Zhaoyang is the best in all aspects of his schoolwork, the only thing about writing poetry, and his fixed thinking can't hold back good poems, but fortunately, Murong Zhaoyang rarely participates in these poetry clubs, and he doesn't lose the name of the Chen Palace, but his family knows his own affairs, and Murong Zhaoyang didn't plagiarize those eternal sentences to decorate his own meaning, but occasionally on such occasions, he would use it to block it if he had no choice.

"What a body without colorful phoenix wings, the heart is a little clear! Chenxi's literary brilliance is really amazing, but in recent years, Chenxi rarely writes poems, but for the princess, Chenxi is really full of literary thoughts! Wang Yan applauded loudly, and did not forget to make a few jokes about Murong Zhaoyang.

Murong Zhaoyang smiled, glanced at Wang Yan deeply, didn't make a sound, just gently pushed out the wine cup, what kind of thoughts, Murong Zhaoyang smiled bitterly in his heart, this has to be thanks to his extraordinary memory, otherwise I am afraid that it will be embarrassing on this occasion.

As an orphan in his previous life, he was much more mature than his peers, and he did not refuse to come to books, as long as it was a book, no matter what the content was, he would read it seriously, and fortunately he was hungry and eager to learn at that time, otherwise......