As the sun rose, horse-drawn carriages drove out from all over Bianjing City and slowly gathered towards the palace.

The banquet given by the emperor and queen should have been enjoyed by the ministers and foreign envoys, but since the Mandate of Heaven, the Great Song Dynasty has continued to fight in the east and west, annexed its neighbors, and greatly expanded its territory. The fierce Taizu of this dynasty also made a rule: even if the neighboring countries surrendered and were willing to be attached to the Great Song Dynasty, they could not compromise. It is necessary to subdue and unify in one fell swoop in order to prevent future troubles forever.

Because of this reason, there are very few envoys from neighboring countries who come to Haga, but only a few of them.

Emperor Yan Shengdi felt that holding a banquet for those people would make a big fuss, and it was boring for him to eat and drink with his ministers, so he changed the rules of giving banquets more than ten years ago. The emperor and queen will invite the princes, princesses, and grandchildren to the banquet with the ministers, lords and their families. Just for the sake of the safety of the emperor and queen, the family members who enter the palace need to be a high-ranking foreign wife.

However, a meritorious title like the Marquis of Dingbei can come with a family to enjoy this honor.

In front of the palace gate, several carriages marked with the emblem of the Dingbei Marquis Mansion stopped steadily. The two Langjun of the Hou Mansion, Feng Qingcheng and Feng Qingxun, did not take a carriage, but accompanied them on horseback.

Feng Qingcheng jumped off the horse with a slightly drunk demeanor. The glazed peach blossom on the head drew a light and shadow in the air, and with a crisp crack, the peach blossom fell on the smooth stone brick and no longer looked like a flower branch.

Feng Qingcheng raised his foot and stepped on the fragment without even looking at it.

Glazed peach blossoms.

Exile, flight.

This is the auspicious flower that his good stepmother specially prepared for him. Although the Great Song Dynasty is still strong, it has shown a weak successor inside. Emperor Yan Shengdi was actually very worried in his heart, his territory was getting bigger and bigger, but his strength was gradually unmatched. One day, this vast territory will fall apart. The world is in turmoil, and it is difficult for the Great Song Dynasty to take care of itself.

Exile, flight. Such words are undoubtedly a taboo against Emperor Yansheng.

If he didn't care about making Emperor Yan Sheng hate him a little more in the past, but this time it was different. Qin Wangbu's bureau has just begun to unfold, and the foxes in the court are still waiting. He must be cautious in his words and deeds, and he must not spoil King Qin's chess by causing trouble.

Feng Qingcheng and his faction walked towards the palace gate unconcernedly, but Feng Qingxun shouted in a low voice.

The county lord of Xianghe got out of the carriage and was about to go to the carriage of the old lady of Dingbei. When he saw that the glazed peach blossom was broken, he ordered someone to bring a spare one from the carriage.

Feng Qingcheng took it with a grin, and said in his mouth, "Fortunately, my mother is careful." "But there is some annoyance in my heart.

Some families with roots will wear similar clothes and accessories when they go out. But the flowers on this hairpin have never been prepared to be taken out of the house.

Once upon a time. He didn't put the tricks of the county lord of Xianghe in his eyes, and the tricks of her inner house couldn't delay his big things, and a wasteful reputation could hide his secret deeds. Now once you deal with it, it's annoying.

He can't show his edge now, and it's really hard to achieve his goal reasonably with such a persona. At the banquet to be held, he also had to put a few lines for King Qin, and he needed to carefully observe the existence of variables. I also had to be distracted to dismantle the tricks of the county lord.

It's really annoying.

He thought he should rethink the game in front of him. The tricks of the inner house seem to be not as easy as imagined.

When the county lord of Xianghe saw Feng Qingcheng raise his hand and put the glazed peach blossom on his head, a smile appeared on his face, which seemed to be strange and helpless, and he really looked like a mother.

She walked quickly to the carriage of the old lady of Dingbei Hou, and helped the old lady get out of the carriage with Meng Shi, who came one step behind the mistake. In fact, this was just a show of filial piety, and when the old lady got out of the carriage, most of the weight of her body was still leaning on the arms of the two servant women behind her.

Feng Yaniang, the eldest lady of the Dingbei Hou Mansion, also followed behind her mother Meng and hugged the old lady together. The Bai family followed not far away with Feng Songniang, and there was no warm family affection on his face, but there was no disrespect. It's like it's just two pieces of ornament that are all in line with etiquette.

The old lady of Dingbei Hou came to the palace banquet again, which will naturally attract a lot of attention both openly and secretly.

Feng Qingxun has been following Feng Qingcheng according to etiquette, his demeanor is gentle and easy-going, even if his style and appearance are far inferior to Feng Qingcheng, he is enough to attract everyone's attention.

The reputation of this little Langjun of the Dingbei Marquis Mansion has always been good, and in the hearts of everyone, a little Langjun like Feng Qingxun is more suitable to inherit the title of the Marquis of Dingbei. Feng Qingcheng is just relying on himself to have a good father.

There was a peaceful and lively hustle and bustle in the Zichen Palace. Before the emperor arrived, everyone was either looking for acquaintances to greet, or taking the opportunity to get closer to someone's family.

There are very few gentlemen in Bianjing City who are qualified to go to the banquet, and they even entered the prison a month ago. Counting on their fingers, there are only three or four people who can come today, and these three or four people have not yet arrived. Feng Qingxun was dragged by a group of Xiaolangjun to talk about articles, but Feng Qingcheng was left alone.

He was also happy to be pure, leaning against the wall and posing as if an old god was there, while secretly observing the target, while thinking about how to remove the glazed peach blossoms on his head.

It's always bad to fall again. If you lie and lose it, it is difficult to make the lie seamless.

The emperor and queen will arrive at any time, and there are many eyes here. The more time he spends on his head, the more he bears the unknown.

Feng Qingcheng was very annoyed, so he simply raised his hand and picked off the glazed peach blossoms. It's only serious to help King Qin release the line first, and then I want to say goodbye.

Just as Feng Qingcheng's body left the wall and was about to walk towards the target, he saw that Ming Zong came over. The footsteps involuntarily stopped.

Ming Wanwan's image has been demonized in most people's hearts, and Feng Qingcheng, a former victim, will not be an exception.

What is she going to do?! It won't be that he is dissatisfied with the marriage of the official family, and he wants to come to the fat and beat him. Make a big fuss on this occasion as a sign of protest?

Shouldn't he just leave?

No way! If a character like the other party wants to find trouble, he will not give up easily.

He had to find a way to solve the crisis so that today's plan could go smoothly.

The so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can win all battles. quickly recalled some rumors about Ming Wanwan, and Feng Qingcheng made a solemn decision: admit it.

Ming Wanwan is a downright person and never throws at those who admit defeat. If he admits it immediately, if nothing else, he should be able to resolve this matter in a low-key manner without attracting everyone's attention.

As for face, Feng Qingcheng didn't care. He never had that thing anyway.

Just as Feng Qingcheng was about to adjust his expression and prepare to bow down for an hour, he saw the famous fierce god of Kyoto standing in front of him, and stretched out his hand to hand over a bouquet of delicate and elegant spherical flowers.

Feng Qingcheng had never felt so surprised.

This is ......, what is the situation?!

The corners of Wan Wan's lips were slightly curved, and she smiled very generously and peacefully, "Everyone wants hairpins these days, but it's not good if the son of the world doesn't hairpins." ”

Feng Qingcheng took it and put the hairpin on his head.

He couldn't react at all. Why did the other party come over not to look for trouble, but to help him solve the trouble.

Fengqing Cheng Mu Mu thanked him, and Mu Mu raised his feet and walked towards the target person he had been staring at in advance. I haven't even paid attention to what kind of flower bulb is that little familiar.

Here, she thought that the hero had saved the beauty, and Wanwan first felt a burst in her heart, "Ahhh Then I was a little depressed.

After searching for Feng Qingcheng's figure in the crowd, Wan Wan felt that there might be something wrong with her words and deeds just now. Why didn't this plot follow the routine at all?

She carefully recalled the experience of the male god she had just met.

First of all, she paced leisurely into the Zichen Palace. There's nothing wrong with that.

Then, at a glance, she noticed the male god in the corner. At that time, a roar sounded in her heart: Ahhhh This is her mental activity, and the male god can't hear it, so there shouldn't be anything wrong with that.

Then, she found that there was no hairpin on the male god's head. So he immediately made a peaceful and casual appearance, and walked towards the male god with the best walking posture of this body. There were no problems along the way.

Then, she selected a few of the most beautiful leek flowers from her cloak and tied them into a bunch and gave them to the male god. When doing this, her expression and movements are well maintained, and she is generous and perfect.

And then again, the male god took the bouquet of flowers and put it on his head, and thanked her.

Isn't it logical to talk about it next, and talk about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs?

Why did the male god leave?

What went wrong?!