The Juxian Hall of the Great Qin Palace is brilliantly lit.

The king of Qin sat on the first seat, the queen, and the princes sat next to each other, and the other ministers also formed their own tables. On the table, stir-fried dragon tongue, stir-fried dragon liver, stewed dragon lung, braised dragon meat, red stuffy dragon tendon, dragon blood soup...... The delicacies that exuded a deadly fragrance made these princes and ministers who had already tasted the delicacies of the mountains and seas couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Everyone, today, the reason why my Great Qin was able to exalt his prestige, and the reason why we were able to eat this delicious all-dragon banquet in front of us, is all thanks to our Ninth Highness! Come, we toast our Ninth Highness!" King Qin personally raised his glass to Qin Feng.

The reason why he was able to defeat Fatil's three masters today was due to the wisdom of his father...... (omitting 5,000 sycophants)" Qin Feng quickly stood up and patted his ass with his hand.

"Okay, haha! Lone said at the time that if anyone wins, he will be crowned the Grand Duke, so now Lone announces: The ninth prince of Lone is a first-class Shenwu Duke, and he will be given a Grand Duke's Mansion! Amethyst coins are 200,000 ......."

The things that King Qin rewarded Qin Feng can only be described in one word, that is, many and heavy! Such a heavy reward can make those princes and princesses red-eyed, but who told them not to stand up at that time?

"Today, there is no elder or younger, no king and no minister, all the ministers are happy!"

So the ministers who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly picked up chopsticks and grabbed the food on the table.

"You eat less, I haven't eaten yet, there are only three or four pieces left!"

"You're not kind, so much dragon liver, you have eaten so much? You, girl, okay, bullying our civilian officials can't rob you, right? Your troops' military spending this year is less than half, let me tell you......"

"You still eat, you still eat! Just like you, how much you eat is a waste! Let me eat, you see my ......"

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Qin Feng drank the wine coldly, and accosted the prince and princess next to him without saying a word, looking at the profligate appearance of the ministers around him who had drunk high, Qin Feng's heart was cold for a while, this is my Daqin's minister? This is my Daqin's pillar? Shaking his head helplessly, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and Qin Feng walked away unconsciously.

At this lively banquet, there was a person who was incompatible with the lively atmosphere, it was the envoy of the Fatil State, and at this moment he was sitting in his seat with a frown, which formed a strong contrast with the Daqin officials who were drinking and eating food next to him.

Originally, the envoy of Fatil did not come, after all, this was a dinner made by the mount of his own country's master, and he had no appetite or mood to eat it at all, but a holy decree of the king of Great Qin, at the invitation of those snowy long knives, he had to come to this dinner.

Looking at the delicacies in front of him, and remembering the scene of seeing Robben and his mount dragon lying in a pool of blood in the afternoon, Fatil made him sick to his stomach and retched.

"Yo, isn't this our Fatil envoy? How about it, these dishes are still to taste, right?" A Great Qin official noticed the abnormality of the Fatil envoy and stepped forward to ask viciously.

"Yes, yes, you see, this is stir-fried dragon tongue, delicious, smooth, refreshing, come, taste. Another Great Qin official sandwiched a stir-fried dragon tongue into the bowl of the Fatil envoy.

"And this stewed dragon lung, you have to know, the dragon lung is moisturizing the lungs, come on, taste it, you are satisfied!"

......

In a short time, the bowl of the Fatil envoy was full, and around him was a group of Great Qin officials, all looking at him with a look at the prey.

I can't survive, I left the three most outstanding young masters of the empire here, even if I go back, I can't escape death, since this is the case, then taste the first all-dragon banquet on this continent before I die, and the Fatil envoy who figured it out ate ate and drank a lot of food, and kept making a sound of "delicious, delicious", which disappointed those Daqin officials who were ready to watch the excitement.

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The night is as cool as water.

It was already early winter, and the cold wind blowing from the north of the continent added a chill to this magnificent palace in the dark night.

Fatil Palace.

A middle-aged man sat on a golden chair encrusted with gems, with a crown studded with a ruby the size of a duck's egg, and his ruddy face was full of anger at the moment.

At the bottom of the stairs, a man in fine clothes knelt on the ground and said something.

"Your Majesty! You have to be the master of the old minister's son! Robben sacrificed his life for the country and died a well-deserved death, and the old minister is very pleased! However, I hope that Your Majesty will not let go of the murderer who hurt my Fatil boy! Your Majesty!" said the man in Chinese clothes kneeling on the ground and said to the middle-aged man on the throne.

The middle-aged man on the throne is none other than the current emperor of the Fatil Empire, Schnader Agutro Monarivich! Note that it is the emperor and not the king, and there are special rules for the title of monarch on the Xinglan Continent.

For example, the monarch of the principality can only be called the king, and he can only call himself a widow; the higher level is the monarch of the kingdom, called the king, and can call himself Gu, such as the king of Qin; the highest is the monarch of the empire, called the emperor, and can call himself me! The king and the emperor can be called Your Majesty, but the king can only be called so-and-so.

There are only three people in the entire Xinglan Continent who can call themselves me, and this middle-aged man in front of him is one of them-His Majesty the Emperor of the Fatil Empire! He received the news from the spies arranged in Great Qin in the afternoon - the three young masters sent to Great Qin this time, the Great Sword Master Orik, the Great Wizard Morligan, and the Flying Dragon Knight Roben Xiu, were all killed when they challenged the young masters of Great Qin!

How do you describe Schnader's feelings when he received the news? shock, grief, grief, anger...... For a while, the five tastes are mixed. If other people died, it would be a big deal to pay condolences and compensate something, but these three people, perhaps the influence of the forces behind these three people on Fatil was too great, so big that even he, the emperor, one of the three most powerful people in the entire continent, did not dare to deal with this matter casually.

The first is Orik, now twenty-eight years old, a great sword master, but at a young age, he is the left general of the Fatil Heavenly Wolf Army, the closed disciple of the sword saint Gurod, known as a genius that Fatil has rarely seen in a hundred years, but he died in Daqin.

The second is Molligan, now Chinese New Year's Eve years old, the Grand Magister, the captain of the Fatil Royal Magister, the proud disciple of the National Teacher's Grand Magister Vladik, who was called the most capable magical genius to take his place in a hundred years, and also died in Daqin.