Qin Fan dressed up and prepared to go to the Ye family for a banquet.

He is still wearing a green robe today, wearing a jade crown on his head, and his posture is tall.

"Master Ye, I'm here." Qin Fan bowed his hand and said loudly.

As soon as his words fell, he saw a guard of the Ye family come over and bow slightly towards him: "Young man, please come with me."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the Ye family.

In a moment, Qin Fan followed the Ye family's guards to a large hall.

"Qin Fan, you just wait here, someone will come to pick you up soon." The guard pointed to the hall and said lightly.

"Okay." Qin Fan answered, and then stood quietly in front of the main hall, waiting for the arrival of the usher.

It didn't take long for an old man to walk out of front of the main hall.

"Qin Fan has seen Ye Wuya." Qin Fan hurriedly bowed his hand.

"Hehe, you're Qin Fan, right?" Ye Wuya smiled slightly.

"Yes, right down." Qin Fan said.

"Good, good." Ye Wuya complimented, "Since you are already here, then come with me, tonight, it is the time for the banquet, and everyone in the Ye family will be present."

"Okay, you please." Qin Fan arched his hand.

"Hmm." Ye Wuya answered, then turned around and walked towards the main hall and walked into the main hall.

Qin Fan glanced at the disappearing back of the Ye family master, and then raised his heel and went in.

He followed Ye Wuya to the back of the main hall, stopping in front of a gazebo.

"Alright, you can sit here, no formality." Ye Wuya pointed to the stool in the pavilion.

"You can be as free as you like tonight, you can go wherever you want, you just need to keep the rules of the Ye family firmly in mind."

"Okay." Qin Fan responded, "Thank you Uncle Ye for reminding me."

"You're welcome, you are also a member of the Ye family, if you have the opportunity in the future, I hope you can stay in the Ye family." Ye Wuya said.

Qin Fan smiled: "Uncle Ye's kindness, I should remember it in my heart."

"Hehe, then you take a rest first, and I'll go greet other guests first." After Ye Wuya finished speaking, he left the pavilion.

Qin Fan sat down cross-legged next to the stone table in front of the pavilion, closed his eyes and recuperated.

...

"Uncle Ye, we're here."

There was a commotion not far away.

Qin Fan opened his eyes and saw several men walking towards Ye Wuya.

Those men were all children of the Ye family, all of them were about forty or fifty years old, and each of them was wearing brocade clothes and satin.

With a sword around his waist and a smile on his face, he knew at a glance that he was the kind of aristocratic son.

And behind these people, followed a young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a light blue gauze skirt, her hair pulled into a high bun, looking very delicate and beautiful.

Her face is white and delicate, her eyebrows are curved, her eyes are bright, and her cherry mouth is red and gorgeous, giving people a pure and touching feeling.

"Uncle Ye, this girl is—" One of the sons asked.

"Hehe, this is my granddaughter, Ye Qianqian, her medical skills are good, so I brought her." Ye Wuya said.

"It turned out to be Sister Qianqian, disrespectful, disrespectful." The boy said.

"Brother Zhao is polite." Ye Qianqian said lightly.

"Hehe, I don't know how old Miss Qianqian is this year?" Another boy said.

"Ye Qianqian is eighteen years old this year." Ye Qianqian said.

Although Ye Qianqian's speech was bland, she revealed an arrogance, which made those sons and brothers jealous.

"Oh? I'm eighteen years old." Brother Zhao continued to laugh.

Ye Qianqian ignored it, but asked Qin Fan, "What's your name?"

"Qin Fan." Qin Fan said.

When Ye Qianqian heard this name, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly: "Qin Fan, it's a good name."

When she looked at Qin Fan's eyes, a touch of strangeness flashed

Cai, my heart was also secretly shocked, and at the same time, a trace of joy emerged.

Although she was only eighteen years old, she knew what the name Qin Fan represented, it was a status symbol.

"Sister Qianqian, we're late, please forgive us."

At this time, a group of men came from a distance, and one of them was wearing a crescent-white brocade robe, wearing a purple and gold crown, with a slender and straight figure and an extraordinary bearing.

He was followed by two men and a woman.

Among them, that man was Zhao Yun whom Qin Fan had met on the street, and the ones behind were all the young masters of the Ye family.

The young masters of the Ye family, all of them are gentlemen, and none of them are good at stubble.

"Hehe, we've just arrived." When Ye Wuya saw Zhao Yun and the others, his face instantly became gloomy.

The Ye family is at this banquet, but they have to invite many children of the family, and many of them are figures with heads and faces.

If they knew that the Ye family had invited these young masters over, it would definitely cause a sensation.

At that time, whether it is the status or reputation of the Ye family, it will be seriously hit, and Ye Wuya himself does not dare to guarantee that he will be able to withstand that kind of ending.

"Haha, Uncle Ye, you are the old minister of the Ye family, how can you snub us." The boy in the white robe of the crescent moon spoke.

His name is Zhao Yun, and he is the protagonist of this banquet and the most important guest of the Ye family.

"I'm just acting on orders, Zhao Gongzi, please don't be impatient, everything will be said after the banquet begins." Ye Wuya said with an embarrassed face.

When Zhao Yun heard this, his face suddenly changed: "Ye Wuya, I came by order, what do you mean by this?"

Zhao Yun himself was a violent temper, and when he heard Ye Wuya say this, his face suddenly became ugly.

"I don't mean anything, I just follow the rules, if Zhao Gongzi wants to make trouble, he can be presumptuous." Ye Wuya said coldly.

After Ye Wuya finished speaking, a resolute expression appeared on his face, and it seemed that he had made up his mind to fight Zhao Yun to the end.

"Ye Wuya, are you turning your face against our Zhao family?" Zhao Yun snorted coldly.

Zhao Yun's father is the head of the Zhao family, and in front of Ye Wuya, it can be said that he has enough power to be arrogant.

"What about turning your face?" Ye Wuya retorted.

"Then let me teach you a lesson." Zhao Yun's face was gloomy, he reached out and pulled out the sword at his waist, and then swung it violently, and a cold light flashed.

Swish.

The blade of the sword turned into a streamer of light, piercing Ye Wuya's chest.

Ye Wuya's face changed, he didn't expect Zhao Yun to dare to make a move on him, he quickly dodged.

"Bang."

However, Zhao Yun's strength was too strong, and the sword was fierce, Ye Wuya couldn't dodge it at all, and was directly pierced through the shoulder by a sword, and the blood immediately stained the robe on Ye Wuya's body.

"Uncle." Ye Qianqian was shocked, and hurriedly rushed to Ye Wuya's side and asked with concern.

"It's okay, my injuries are fine." Ye Wuya gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and then stood up.

When Zhao Yun saw this scene, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "Hahaha, I didn't expect you Ye Wuya to be such a waste, you can't even stop a sword."