The princes and county lords, adding up to about thirty people, were arranged at the first three tables.

Nangong Ding and Nangong Shan naturally sat at the main table in the middle.

All the attendants were not assigned seats, but could only stand.

Including Zhao Qiancheng.

He was regarded as Nangong Mountain's entourage, but he didn't care.

The prince's birthday banquet is not like the tea party held by the Tsing Yi Division, where there can be a place for the entourage.

The three chairs in front of the banquet were shining with golden light, which were naturally reserved for Nangong Qing, Sun Linghe and Nangong Ji.

Before the main lord arrived, everyone could only enjoy the play on the stage and talk about Fengyue.

Suddenly, a singing alarm resounded throughout the audience.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

With a smile on his face, Nangong Qing followed Sun Linghe on the left, and Nangong Ji's hand on the right, followed by a group of eunuchs and maidservants, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Seeing this, everyone immediately stood up and knelt down.

"See Your Majesty."

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

After a few months, Li Feibai saw Nangong Qing again.

He was half-crouching, his knees not touching the ground.

Twisting his beard and smiling, Nangong Qing said with a smile before he reached the seat: "Ladies and gentlemen, today is a festive day, no need to be polite, get up, get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The crowd stood up.

"All sit down." Nangong Qing sat down and said, "Zhong Aiqing works weekdays, which coincides with the birthday of King Yan, today I don't talk about political affairs, just talk about Fengyue, good wine and good food, let go of eating and drinking."

In a word, it sets the tone for today's lightheartedness.

The field suddenly relaxed and lively.

Li Feibai, who was in the distance, peeked at Nangong Ji.

Seeing that he was dressed in red, and his neck and hands were full of jade, gold and silver, shining, I am afraid that this outfit will not be less than ten thousand gold.

His eyes fell on Nangong Ji's face, and he saw that the outline of his facial features was almost exactly the same as Nangong Mountain.

is worthy of being brothers, with a difference of more than 20 years, they can still look so similar.

Before this, because Nangong Ji was still young, although he was in the royal family, Li Feibai had never seen him.

Looking at Sun Linghe again, his eyes are full of seductive charm, and his smile is breathtaking.

Under the body tightly wrapped in the dress, the mountain peaks are high and steep, which makes people think about it.

Even so, Baiguan didn't dare to take a second look at her.

This is Nangong Qing's favorite concubine, and her grace even surpasses that of the queen, in case of a disrespectful name, I am afraid that I don't know how to die.

"Birthday Greetings from the Ministry of Rites!" Feng Songfei shouted at the male duck.

This is the rule of the prince's birthday, first the Ministry of Rites congratulates the birthday, then the birthday star eats longevity noodles and longevity peaches, and finally the hundred officials say some auspicious words, and finally the banquet is full of drinks.

Hearing this, Shangshu Li stood up, bowed slightly, and then read aloud:

"Hundreds of officials will wine, and they will laugh at Qingshan to offer their birthdays. 100-year-old peace, people share plum blossoms and old age ......"

Wantonly selling his knowledge, Li Zhong said a bunch of obscure words and sentences, which made people feel quite profound.

It took him a quarter of an hour to finish his birthday speech.

Hundreds of civil and military officials erupted in thunderous applause.

sneered in his heart, but the civil officials did it, Li Feibai didn't believe that the military attache could also understand Li Chong's birthday speech.

"Shangshou noodles and longevity peaches."

The imperial chef holds two bowls made of jade, a bowl of longevity noodles and a longevity peach.

After all, he was only eight years old, and Nangong Ji barely ate a few bites under Sun Linghe's coaxing.

"Birthday to all officials!" Feng Songfei continued to shout.

Among the royal family, Shunangong has the most powerful position and high seniority, so he is naturally the first to speak.

"Ji'er, Uncle Huang wishes you the rising of the sun and a high name Beidou."

This is the birthday greeting of the elders to the younger generations, which means strong vitality and development prospects.

Nangong Ji was absent-minded, looking at the row of congratulatory gifts, his eyes blinking.

"Ji'er, thank you not much

Uncle?"

Under Sun Linghe's reminder, Nangong Ji said, "Thank you, Uncle Huang."

"Ji'er, the imperial brother made a temporary poem and gave it to you." Nangong Mountain spoke.

"I have heard that the King of Qi is only eight buckets high, and today we have the honor to listen, which is really the luck of three lives." Li Zhong slapped the sycophant.

"Read it and hear it." Nangong Qing said with a smile.

"What can I do, but what can I do, but it's raining today. The torrential rain wishes the king of Yan a long life, and the longevity is more than the torrential rain." Nangong Shan said leisurely.

"Good poem, a good poem!"

Almost without waiting for Nangong Shan to finish reading, Li Zhong took the lead in applauding.

"Good poetry indeed." The audience echoed it.

Li Feibai was stunned in his heart, and he admitted that this poem was indeed well done.

The right fit.

Originally, the weather was raining, which was very inappropriate, and Nangong Shan insisted that he was celebrating Nangong Ji's birthday, which made the unhappiness surrounding Nangong Qing's heart suddenly disappear.

"King Qi is a scholar, I have always heard of it, this poem is very good, I like it very much." Nangong Qing was happy.

"Thank you, Father."

"King Qi is really only eight buckets tall."

"King Qi once made a Tibetan poem with "Long Live David" at the tea party of Tsing Yi Division, to be honest, I didn't believe it at the time, I didn't expect him to really have this talent."

Everyone discussed.

Compared with Nangong Ding's perfunctory congratulatory message, Nangong Mountain's limelight overshadowed it.

The corners of his mouth rose, and Nangong Shan glanced at Nangong Ding, his eyes full of provocation.

I thought that Nangong would at least have a gloomy face, but I didn't expect him to just smile faintly and meet Nangong Shan's eyes.

Seeing this, Nangong Shan was even more uneasy in his heart.

Why is he so calm?

Indignant in his heart, he simply picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

After a lively while, the six Shangshu congratulated one after another:

"I wish King Yan a prosperous and prosperous year."

"I wish the Yan King Luqi a thousand-year-old tree, and the future blessings are boundless."

"May King Yan open the Beihai bottle first, and learn to know the purity of virtue and non-virtue."

The crowd flaunted their knowledge.

Because Nangong Ji is still young, the ministers can't use congratulatory messages such as "Blessing is like the East China Sea, longevity is better than Nanshan".

For half an hour, the hundred officials had not finished reading the birthday message.

And the further you go, the more boring the birthday words become, and even worse, there are many repetitive words.

It's really difficult for them, to congratulate an eight-year-old prince, there are not many words that are suitable, and the latecomers suffer even more, so they can only repeat the words and phrases they have read before.

Nangong Qing's joy at the beginning gradually turned into displeasure.

He felt that the people behind him were all perfunctory.

"Okay, okay, that's all for you to read and read back and forth, and you are told to read more and have less fun on weekdays, so you should be in your ears, right?"

"The ministers are only shallow in their studies, please forgive your majesty."

The officials, who knew that the congratulatory message was repeated, quickly knelt on the ground.

The atmosphere froze.

"Brother Huang, the younger brother recommends a person, who is quick to think and ensure that the congratulatory message is unique." Nangong Ding stood up and said.

The congratulatory speech was originally just a formality, but Nangong Qing attached so much importance to it, which shows his love for Nangong Ji.

"Oh, who is it?" Nangong Qing became interested.

"This person's royal brother also knows that it is a vain gift."

"In vain?"

"Yes, he once won the literary hero Qian Liangye at that time in the Tsing Yi Division, and he also won the younger brother in the game, and he is not enough to describe him." Nangong Ding held Li Feibai very high.