Han Feng felt that he didn't look good at the moment, which was a harmless trivial matter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAfter all, no matter who changed, after more than a month of having a meal without a meal, there is only one thing on my mind when I face a table full of delicacies: eat!

I'm afraid that even if Mingxi suddenly appears in front of him at this moment, it won't be able to stop him from this obsession. And Zhan Kang, who regarded Han Feng as his brother, was obviously able to understand Han Feng's thoughts, so he kept serving Han Feng, almost forgetting that he should also eat something, and even forgetting that there were many people around him waiting for his response with wine glasses.

In the eyes of some sour Confucians, Han Feng's appearance of ignoring the toast and only knowing how to eat is obviously an insult to Sven, and insulting Sven is a felony, even if the one who commits the crime at the moment is replaced by the little prince, they will also treat it equally. So, after Zhan Kang added the third bowl of rice to Han Feng himself, a literati named He Yatang put the porcelain cup in his hand heavily on the table.

A hundred years ago, his ancestors had been in Qinghe City as "Wenzheng" (according to: the ancient Chinese Wen is the emperor's very beautiful name for his courtiers, a misunderstanding), corresponding to the "Junzheng" in the army, in charge of supervising the officials up and down the Qinghe City. He Yatang adheres to the fine tradition of selflessness in the family, and at a young age, he succeeded in the examination by virtue of his family history, and once again became the Wenzheng of Qinghe City, continuing the fact that the position of "Wenzheng" has been monopolized by the He family for more than 100 years.

He Yatang has seen officials bow their heads and be cautious about themselves since he was a child, and he is used to seeing his grandfather and father pulling down one after another giant beetles in the cheers of the people, and receiving the extreme education of black and white in this world, where good and evil are rewarded, so he also developed a temper that is no less than Zhan Fan's.

As a person in the court, drinking and toasting is etiquette, although He Yatang doesn't like to eat and drink, but he has to be so. But when it comes to eating and drinking, you can use the word "etiquette" to convince yourself, and if there is a person at the wine table who only eats and does not drink and ignores etiquette, this is obviously a moral problem. And moral issues are Ho Wenzheng's jurisdiction.

The young and weak Wen Zhenggong angrily put down the wine glass, and the wine glass shook heavily when it slammed on the table, and half a glass of wine spilled on Han Feng's face.

Han Feng was peeling bamboo shoots as if no one was around. Looking at the tender bamboo shoots, Han Feng sighed that this Qinghe City really deserved to be Qinghe City, it was almost nine cold winters, and he could still find such fresh bamboo shoots. And when he was about to put the peeled bamboo shoots in his mouth, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of wine in his nose.

Stimulated by the smell of wine, he finally heard Bai Tong's reminder. Han Feng raised his head and looked at He Wenzheng's eyes full of disdain.

He hadn't seen this look of disdain. When leaving the capital, whenever people from outside the city came, those people from outside the city would use this kind of disdain when they looked at them, the beautiful and evil insiders. Han Feng thought that he had forgotten those things, but when he saw He Yatang's eyes, he still felt that he had been pricked by a needle.

Naturally, the meal could no longer be eaten. Han Feng put down his hand to peel the bamboo shoots, took the handkerchief handed by the maid and wiped his hands clean, then picked up the wine glass beside him, saluted He Yatang, raised his head and drank it all: "What is it...... My lord, I'll do it first. ”

He Yatang was completely enraged by Han Feng, who refused to apologize. He was about to say something, but suddenly there was another person beside him. The man laughed with him, and firmly inserted the wine glass between He Yatang and Han Feng in his hand, and then said, "Lord He, we haven't drunk it yet." ”

It was naturally Yao Guping who came out to play the round. Han Feng looked at Zhan Kang, but saw Zhan Kang smile and brought another piece of ribs: "Try this, it's good." ”

Han Feng shook his head and wanted to say it, but at this time, his attention was not on his own dishes, and he saw that Zhan Kang really didn't move a single chopstick to the dishes on the table. If it weren't for knowing Zhan Kang's personality, Han Feng would almost have thought that this was a poisonous feast. Only then did he remember to take a serious look at Zhan Kang, only to see that Zhan Kang's body was still the same, but his expression seemed to be much haggard.

After more than a month outside, Han Feng more or less heard some rumors of Yan Shiyi's marriage. While feeling sorry for Zhan Kang, he couldn't help but think of the matter between himself and Mingxi. After that kiss, he thought that everything was unforgettable, but all the way he came over, he ate when he should eat, slept when he should sleep, and his life was no different; he was even able to calmly ask Zhan Fan Jiangnan if there was anyone in Jiangnan who knew how to form, so that if he was an enemy of Mingxi in the future, he could prepare early.

As for Mingxi, if she knew that he chose to leave in the end, would she hate him?

Hopefully it will. In this way, there will be no room for future reunions.

Han Feng was in a trance, but no one knew that what he was thinking about at this moment was actually a woman who was a princess, because there was something wrong with the only two women at the banquet.

Meng Xianxian has always been in a state of being a beautiful lady who is wrong, although Han Feng is not used to it, but others, including Yao Guping, have long been accustomed to her transformation, but Ouyang Xiaomei, who is a small jasper, suddenly grabbed Ouyang Shen's sleeve at this time.

Ouyang Shen flicked his sleeves and warned his daughter not to be coquettish in front of the guests. But Ouyang Xiaomei was not coquettish, she pulled his sleeve, pulled it, and fell down.

"Whoa-la-"

The tablecloth was pulled by Ouyang Xiaomei's other hand, and as she poured it, she brought down the table full of cups and plates, and even a pot of half-cold chicken soup was poured on the little girl's body.

Han Feng's eyes quickly copied the casserole that was about to be smashed on Ouyang Xiaomei's shoulder. Looking at Ouyang Xiaomei, who was sitting on the ground with her brows twisted and ignoring her image, Han Feng suddenly felt a chill in his heart: the array was broken.

Zhan Fan's purpose was to keep the formation from being broken. He is a man of his word, and even if he doesn't make a promise this time, he will definitely do his best to do his best. Even to a certain extent, his departure represents that people are in the battle and people are dead.

So if you die in battle, can you still be there?

Han Feng didn't believe that something would happen to Zhan Fan, but he had experienced too much in this world, and he had seen too many incredible things. He once thought that he would never leave Lidu for the rest of his life, he once thought that Liu Quan was his good brother, and he once thought that if people put their hands in the hot oil pot, they would definitely become a mass of charcoal...... But if these are reversed, why can't Zhan Fan have an accident.

Without saying a word, he rushed out of the crowd, took Jiuzhuo, and rushed to the east gate of Qinghe City.

Along the way, he saw no less gorgeous and unique green buildings on both sides of Qingjiang River, and also saw few streets and alleys. When he came to the east gate, the soldier in charge of guarding recognized that the man who was not wearing a military uniform was the distinguished guest who had just been welcomed to the post station by the city lord, so he let him go to the city gate with peace of mind.

He looked out over the city walls. The end of the road was empty, and he couldn't see the tens of thousands of mountain bandits who might still be three days away, but he could feel a bloody aura permeating the heavens and the earth, like a dark cloud pressing down on the city!

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