As Song Dagongzi said, the next day Song Ergongzi really saw Jiang An, but he came to the door in person and talked in the study.

"Mr. Jiang, this is your thing"

Song Chengying is only a few days younger than Song Wanshuang, less than thirty years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a sharp air on his face, every move, methodical, and very cultivated.

As soon as they met, he shook hands with Jiang An, and the two sat opposite each other, and he directly pushed a box in front of Jiang An.

Upon opening, a sparkling ruby necklace.

"This was brought back by my distant cousin who was not angry at that time, it was your lady's jewelry, and now it is returned to its original owner, of course, I also taught them a hard lesson" Song Chengying said with a flat face.

"No need, just a necklace, give it to him if someone else wears it"

Hearing this, Song Chengzong stretched out his hand, gently swept the necklace and the box, and swept it into the garbage basket, not taking it seriously at all.

"I'll get straight to the point, Mr. Jiang should have met my eldest brother yesterday, what conditions did he give you?" Song Chengying leaned back and asked without hesitation.

"The ancestral treasure of the Song family, on the condition that I don't interfere," Jiang Anzhao said bluntly.

"Okay, I'll give you the ancestral treasure jade, plus the position of the eldest elder of the Song family's elder's home" Song Chengying directly added a big bargaining chip, "In a sense, the eldest elder is an existence that can compete with the head of the family."

"Hehe, I'm an outsider, I'm not interested in being the great elder of the Song family, even if you are elected as the head of the family, the position of the eldest elder is only qualified to be the eldest prince" Jiang An smiled slightly, "And with all due respect, the second son, your victory is very small."

This year, the head of the Song family is sixty-five years old, and if he retires at the age of seventy, the eldest son is forty-five years old, which is the golden age of a man's stability and maturity, and it is very suitable to serve as the head of the family, and the second son will be in his early thirties by then, hehe, light age is not suitable.

"Shengmian is small, so Mr. Jiang is so optimistic about me?" Song Chengying smiled lightly, not caring at all.

"On the other hand, the second prince gave me such a big condition, presumably it must be very demanding, and on the eldest son's side, I don't have to do anything" Jiang An seemed to have another intention to say.

"Okay, I understand what Mr. Jiang meant, in this case, I won't say more, I hope Mr. Jiang's family has a good time here, goodbye" Song Chengzong stood up and shook hands to say goodbye.

This is a bit unexpected by Jiang An, don't you speculate for more than half a sentence?

"Okay, Jiang won't send it"

Jiang An looked at Song Chengying's departing back, and frowned, this Song Chengying is not simple, even more unfathomable than Song Chengzong, this is not just a city government, but cultivation, although this person is just a dark level master no matter how you look at it, but Jiang An's spiritual sense is faintly a little throbbing, this person is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface.

However, whatever they do, no matter what conspiracy Yang Mou, Jiang Mou will not be involved in your affairs.

"Dad, Mom and Auntie are out, you go out with me!"

The little cutie Xixi poked into her head from the outside and shouted at Jiang An, who was thinking.

"Okay, this is coming" Jiang An suddenly smiled.

"Then dad squats down, Xixi wants to ride a big horse!"

"Okay, give you a big horse!"

......

In a blink of an eye, on the fifth day of January, Huishiyuan was lit up with lights, the voices of people were boiling, and there was joy and traffic everywhere.

Under the command of the chief manager Song Qi, countless people of the Song family took action, guided the hospitality, everything was in order, not chaotic at all, the main venue of the banquet was located in Wanshitang, which was one of the most important buildings of the Song family, and could only be used when the family held a meeting.

Wanshitang is very large, but it can't put so many tables, so it extends all the way to the courtyard, which is naturally sorted by the relationship and the size of the power, and the closer to the hall, the more faced.

Jiang An sat alone at one of the tables in the Wanshi Hall, and the position was also the second level, and the most central area naturally sat the birthday family and the most important guests, such as the head of other big families or the senior officials of the central ministry, you must know that the head of the family, Song Han, is also holding an important position in the central government, although he will retire soon.

As soon as the auspicious time arrived, Song Han, the birthday star, appeared in front of everyone, but I don't know why, his wife, the mother of the Song family, still didn't appear.

White hair and black eyebrows, bright eyes, square face, very majestic, walking steadily, exuding a long-standing momentum, looking at the spirit is not like a sixty-five-year-old man, but like a middle-aged man in the prime of life.

Jiang An immediately noticed this person's cultivation, he was the most powerful person he had encountered since his return, and he should be the great master of the third realm of the grandmaster, undoubtedly, in his perception, he was hunting with momentum, surging, although he tried his best to converge, but there was still a trace of sharpness revealed, he could not turn into one, he could not be retracted freely, he should have just advanced.

I don't know if I can beat the master of the third realm of the grandmaster now, Jiang An thought.

As soon as he sat down under the main seat, he was greeted by warm applause, and he was smiling and contented.

"Thank you for coming to the Humble House and participating in Song's birthday banquet, it's really lovely, and if you don't get drunk today, you won't return!" Song Han thanked the guests on all sides.

"Good!"

Hundreds of people applauded again, which was very face-saving, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

"Father, this is my birthday gift to you, I hope that my father will be as blessed as the East China Sea, and his life will be better than Nanshan!"

As the eldest son of the lineage, Song Chengzong was the first to present the birthday gift he prepared, which was a beautiful jade Buddha, and the jade Buddha was carved into the appearance of Song Han, lifelike and wonderful.

"Okay, Chengzong, you have a heart" Song Han smiled, glanced at the Jade Buddha, and let Song Qi, who was standing behind him, accept it.

"It's good if my father likes it" Song Chengzong was very happy, called his son over again, and said with a smile: "Mingxuan, take out the gift you prepared for grandpa"

"Oh, my good grandson also prepared a gift for me?" Song Hanmei smiled.

The little boy Jiang An had seen walked over, so many people watched, he was very nervous, his little face was red, but he behaved like a little adult, he came to Song Hanza and kowtowed a few times, and then offered his gift, and said in a crisp child's voice: "This is the birthday couplet written by the grandson himself, and the father said that the gift bought with money does not show filial piety, please accept it from grandpa!"

Song Han listened to the old man with great relief, smiled and opened the couplet, "Yunhe has a thousand years of life, Cangsong is a thousand years old", the two lines of big characters are square, the law is rigorous, and it is quite stylish, although it still has the meaning of immaturity, but the brush words written at this age are already very good.

"Ming Xuan wrote well, grandpa is very happy" Song Han touched the little boy's head, then turned back to Song Qi and said, "Uncle Qi, bring me that jade pendant"

"Yes" Song Qi nodded, turned around and walked to the backyard, and then came back soon and handed a white jade pendant to Song Han.

"This piece of Ming rhino jade has been in Grandpa's hands for thirty years, and it will be yours from today onwards, don't lose it," Song Han said, stuffing the jade pendant into Ming Xuan's hand.

Ming Xuan hurriedly kowtowed again to thank him.

Next is the second son, Song Chengying, who knew that the old man liked calligraphy, and he actually got a pair of genuine handwritings of a calligrapher, and Song Han was also happy to accept it.

And then there was Song Qiuke.

In fact, these are just routines, the gifts of the guests are basically handed over to the Song family in advance, and the reason why this scene is staged is just to show the harmonious atmosphere of the family's father, son, filial piety, brothers, friends and brothers, so that Jiang An is bored to watch.

And Jiang An also prepared a gift, and asked someone to hand it over after the banquet.

Who knew that at this time, after Song Qiuke finished his birthday gift, it should be the turn of other generations, but Song Han suddenly raised his hand to stop and asked, "Isn't my daughter and son-in-law also here?"

As soon as these words came out, the guests were stunned, whispering, didn't the head of the Song family have only one daughter, who was not yet twenty years old, where did he come from?

A man sitting at the first table with eyes like copper bells and thick eyebrows was a little dissatisfied, and said: "Big brother, now is the birthday gift within the Song family, so don't let others get involved, if there is anything, we will decide in the Elders' House."

This person is Song Han's younger brother, Song Cang, the contemporary elder of the House of Elders.

"What's the matter with the House of Elders, can't the old man want to see his daughter and son-in-law?" Song Han smiled, but his tone was unquestionable, and his gaze crossed the crowd and accurately projected onto Jiang An's body.

These things, Jiang An knew that the longer things dragged on, the more people would see jokes, so he took the initiative to stand up, stopped Song Wanshuang from standing up with his eyes, walked in front of Song Han in people's eyes, took out a square jade box, and said: "My daughter and son-in-law are exempt, this is the gift we prepared, if you like it, you will accept it, and if you don't like it, throw it away."

This sentence was very rude, the guests were dumbfounded, what the hell is going on, Song Han's face was naturally not very good, he glanced at Jiang An deeply, and said in a flat tone: "I accepted the gift, you go down"

Jiang An immediately turned around and returned to his seat, not that he didn't understand etiquette, but that Song Han had done too much, their family had been in Huishiyuan for two or three days, he didn't have any greetings, and he didn't see what he had fought for Song Wanshuang, and suddenly let them be exposed in public, maybe his starting point was good, he wanted everyone to know their relationship with the Song family, and he wouldn't dare to provoke them casually in the future, but Jiang An was not rare at all.

Even Song Cang shook his head slightly, and a hint of mockery flashed at the corner of his mouth.

The atmosphere was naturally a little awkward, and Song Han seemed to have lost interest, and waved his hand: "Forget it, let's have a banquet directly!"

Song Qi behind him said loudly: "Feast!"

As soon as the words fell, the waiters rushed in, elegantly and quickly shuttled through the crowd, serving exquisite and luxurious dishes to the table, the steaming heat wafted up, and the inside and outside of Wanshitang were suddenly filled with an attractive aroma.

Soon, the dish was ready, Song Han raised his glass, the people around him also raised their glasses, the people in the courtyard also raised their glasses, and everyone toasted the first glass of wine together.

Under the efforts of the Song family, the atmosphere was lively again, everyone ate and drank, talked and laughed, this is the scene that a banquet should have.

Of course, Jiang An's table is more subtle, everyone avoids the plague, no one dares to talk to him, and after Jiang An himself drank a glass of wine, he didn't move his chopsticks anymore, and he turned a blind eye to other people's eyes on him.

Suddenly, his nose moved slightly, and something seemed wrong.

"Damn, what kind of rotten wine is this from the Song family! It's too hard to drink!"

Someone suddenly stood up and slammed the glass to the ground, and the rough sound resounded throughout the audience.