In just a moment, he came down from the high platform, looking excited: "Brother Wang, don't come unharmed......

Wang Fuling was stunned, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

The monarch of southern Xinjiang actually called Xuanye a brother Wang?

She looked at Xuan Ye fixedly, but saw that Xuan Ye gently pushed away the monarch's hand: "The poor monk is now a humble body, and he doesn't deserve to be so gracious as the monarch." ”

Seeing that Xuan Ye dodged away, the monarch did not force it, but invited them to take a seat.

The ministers of southern Xinjiang are all gathered on the main hall, and the monarch lets them sit high, which should be an extremely heavy etiquette.

Wang Fuling followed closely behind, respectful.

It was a feast, and after their arrival, the monarch of southern Xinjiang ordered people to serve delicacies and treats, and there was no shortage of delicacies from the mountains and seas.

But these delicacies and delicacies of the mountains and seas are all meaty, so that Xuanye has no way to start.

Although Wang Fuling felt that Xuan Ye was not a true monk, he was a monk on the surface, and he usually kept the precepts. This southern Xinjiang monarch would not not know what Xuan Ye's status was in Great Xia, and it would be impossible not to know Xuan Ye's current identity.

He did this in a way that seemed humiliating.

Xuan Ye remained silent, looking at the dishes on the table without moving.

When Wang Fuling saw that he didn't move, she didn't move.

There are exotic women in the hall dressed in tulle and dancing, and the dancing posture is very graceful, and the blood of the audience is boiling.

From time to time, those women looked at Xuan Ye, either scratching their heads and posing in this direction, or smiling charmingly.

Xuanye did not move in the wind and rain, and he never gave half a reaction, and he never even looked up.

At the end of this dance, the king on the high platform saw that the dishes on their table had not been touched, and asked, "Why does the king refuse to eat?" Isn't it because you've been in Daxia for a long time and can't get used to eating the food of southern Xinjiang? ”

Wang Fuling can be heard that the words of this monarch reveal the meaning of Xuanye forgetting the ancestors, and I don't know why.

Xuan Ye raised the teacup on the table, got up and bowed to the monarch: "The poor monk is a monk, and he does not eat meat or drink. If the monarch is to blame, the poor monk has nothing to say, and apologizes with tea instead of wine, and you can do whatever you want to do later. ”

The look on the monarch's face changed, and he looked kind for a moment: "Brother Wang's words are wrong, you and I have not seen each other for more than ten years, and now we have finally met, how can I blame you?" ”

As he spoke, he came down from the high platform again, and returned the salute with Xuan Ye with a wine glass: "This cup is for Brother Wang!" ”

As he spoke, he drank it all, and Xuan Ye also drank the tea in the cup.

But he kept silent about preparing vegetarian dishes for Xuan Ye, as if he hadn't heard Xuan Ye say.

Wang Fuling knew that he was deliberate, and he didn't have a good impression of the young king.

However, there are few people in power who have both talent and morality, and Xuanye, the son of southern Xinjiang who suddenly appeared, is somewhat jealous.

Every person who sits on the throne of the Ninety-Five is not easy, and he is always afraid that someone will compete with him, or the country of his ancestors will be destroyed in his own hands.

Wang Fuling also understands this, but Xuanye is now the national teacher of Great Xia, and he is only here to look for medicinal materials. The monarch of southern Xinjiang is so concerned, it is too petty.

Singing and dancing on the feast, Wang Fuling and Xuan Ye never touched the dishes on the table, and the two were a little hungry.

Xuan Ye looked straight ahead, he hadn't looked at these dishes, but Wang Fuling couldn't help it, and his stomach screamed angrily.

His ears were pointed, and he heard Wang Fuling's stomach growling.

"Hungry?" He asked softly.

Wang Fuling nodded honestly: "I am indeed very hungry." ”

"Then you can use your chopsticks and leave me alone."

Wang Fuling couldn't resist the temptation, reached out and picked up the chopsticks and was ready to start.

But when the chopsticks reached the edge of the plate, she still took her hand back and put the chopsticks back in their place.

Xuan Ye must have been hungry too, after all, they had come together, and they hadn't eaten anything when they came.

She tried the taste of hunger, and was more considerate of Xuanye's current situation. If she used her chopsticks to eat beside Xuan Ye, she was afraid that it would be an irresistible problem for him.

How can a hungry man stand to be eaten next to him?

"I'm with you, anyway, these greasy things don't have an appetite for looking."

The longing in her eyes was contrary to what she said, and Xuan Ye saw it in her eyes: "You don't have to care about me, it's not in the way." ”

Wang Fuling resolutely did not move: "I can't do this banquet can last until midnight, it's just starving, it's not the first time." ”

When he won the throne that year, Emperor Qingyuan was not always smooth, he also suffered the loss of King Qinan, and was sent to Yicheng by the first emperor in anger. On the way, they encountered the pursuers sent by King Qinan, and Wang Fuling left everything behind and followed him to Yicheng, and also fled with him.

During that time, their attendants were all killed, and they could only go hungry and satisfied.

In that case, Wang Fuling has never complained, not to mention that it is only an hour now.

Wang Fuling thought about this, and couldn't help but be stunned, she felt that she was stupid, how could she confuse Xuanye with Emperor Qingyuan?

The dancing girls in the hall were still dancing hard, and the courtiers in southern Xinjiang watched it with relish, and none of them were tired.

At this time, someone went to the high platform and said something in the ear of the king.

I saw that the monarch's face changed, and he hurriedly asked the dancing girl in the palace to retreat.

"That's it here today, Lone still has something to deal with, so let's disperse."

When Wang Fuling heard this, she was relieved.

The king did not look at them more, but hurried away through the side door of the main hall.

Everyone in the hall dispersed, and Xuan Ye and Wang Fuling also withdrew from the main hall together.

They met a man in front of the main hall, who seemed to be very familiar with Xuan Ye, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

The man was wearing a court uniform in southern Xinjiang, and he seemed to be a big official.

He called Xuanye the son of the world, and he looked respectful.

This man's respect is really respectful, and he is very humble from beginning to end.

They walked in front and spoke, and Wang Fuling followed behind, not too close, but they could be heard.

The man said: "Today's things in the palace hope that the prince should not mind, the king ...... him"

"The poor monk can understand, and the minister doesn't have to explain much."

Xuan Ye called him an envoy, and Wang Fuling thought that this person should be the one who went to Daxia to negotiate peace.

He sighed: "The monarch also has his unspeakable secrets, just like today, he left in a hurry for the eldest princess's illness, after all, he felt helpless and uneasy. Before the king ascended the throne, his biological mother died, and because of his humble status, he had always lived a trembling life, so he was also afraid of this move......"

Wang Fuling listened behind him, but he could understand the actions of the monarch of Southern Xinjiang, he had suffered enough in the past, and now he was above 10,000 people, and he didn't want to lose.

In this way, the monarch of southern Xinjiang is still somewhat similar to the past of Emperor Qingyuan, no wonder he is so suspicious.