The scene of Mu Qing and the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens having fun was impressive, but soon, they learned that it was because Mu Qing showed his own skills.

After some pushing the cup and changing the lamp, the news of the end of the wedding banquet in the palace also came out.

Mu Qing felt sorry that he didn't see the bride's face.

But Wang Wanqing said that the customs here have always been like this, in the first half month of marriage, the bride is not allowed to meet strangers, not even the son, even the people in the public family, there are many people, it will dissipate the joy.

Mu Qing showed a really interesting expression after hearing this, whether it was marriage or not, whether it was the immortal cultivation world or ordinary people, they were all convinced of these things.

Everyone was accompanied by the smell of wine, and with the roar of the door, the scene inside was visible.

Mu Qing only had two words in his head: really TM is rich.

The luxury of the palace once again refreshed Mu Qing's perception of the word 'rich'.

However, the people who appeared in a row blocked Mu Qing's view.

The middle-aged man led by the dragon walked with a smile on his face, although his temples were a little white, but the temperament of the king unintentionally revealed made people ashamed of themselves. The woman beside her was gentle and graceful, and the gentle smile on her face was like a spring breeze, which was reassuring.

Mu Qing hadn't opened his mouth yet, Wang Wanqing next to him opened his mouth to introduce, the center was the King of Dayan, and the one next to him was dressed in luxurious jewelry, and the one with a well-proportioned body and charm was the first mother of Dayan.

"First Mistress?" Mu Qing was puzzled.

"It's the first main mother, King Dayan is the prince who has only one lady in the empire." The saint next to him explained.

Mu Qing suddenly, looking at King Dayan's expression changed a little, this is actually an infatuated species, clapping and secretly saying, I can't see it, I can't see it.

Then someone introduced Mu Qing that the middle-aged man on the left, who was a little thin and wearing a purple dragon robe, was the king of Xizhou, and beside him was the mother of Xizhou.

At this time, all the people who came out were famous people in the Xuanji Empire, but they didn't see any ancestor-level figures.

At this time, someone explained that those family masters, including King Dayan, were such existences, which made Mu Qing's heart shake.

When they appeared, everyone in the inner city square got up one after another, and King Dayan smiled and raised his hand to press down, and everyone's congratulations and applause gradually faded away.

The head of the Wang family looked at Wang Wanqing, and there was nothing wrong with his eyes at first, but when he saw Mu Qing, he changed suddenly.

This made the other saints and sons secretly laugh, Mu Qing probably didn't know Wang Wanqing's father's temperament.

To say that the most uncomfortable thing is Mu Qing, he feels that the eyes of the head of the Wang family are not right, and he observes carefully, well, it is really not right.

It seems that this is the first time I have met him, Mu Qing was extremely convinced, and then he became bolder, and looked at the head of the Wang family, with a high momentum.

The head of the Wang family was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Wang Wanqing strangely, didn't look any more, and followed everyone to the edge of the platform.

After listening to the long and boring welcome of King Dayan, everyone sat down again, and the real delicacy was only served at this moment.

Before the head of the Wang family turned around and entered the palace, he glanced at Mu Qing again, it was very strange, it was really wrong, it made Mu Qing feel like he was on pins and needles.

The Holy Sons and Holy Maidens secretly snickered, while Wang Wanqing smiled bitterly at Mu Qing with an embarrassed face, and did not explain.

Soon, the original dishes were replaced, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas that came up made Mu Qing look straight.

"These are the main dishes?" Mu Qing whispered in disbelief, "Then what did I eat just now?" ”

"The ones you just ate were actually hors d'oeuvres." The red-clothed saint next to her smiled, picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched a fist-sized snail: "Now these are genuine good things, such as this mountain snail, you can prolong your life by eating one, and the golden mushroom ......"

Looking at the golden black chicken soup steaming with spiritual energy, Mu Qing suddenly salivated, and the mountain snails, which were cooked for three days and three nights and completely melted the spiritual substances into the soup, and even the soup was dotted, showing a brilliant glow.

Mu Qing learned from others and began to taste it, first the black chicken soup, although it was black chicken, but it was stewed with golden mushrooms, and at this time it had become a golden chicken, and the whole bowl was steaming.

He hurriedly moved, and at this time, the fragrance overflowed, and the delicate meat melted in his mouth and slid down his throat into his abdomen. Then there is the king finch meat, one bite down, swallowing the golden light, scalding Mu Qing's teeth and grinning, hurriedly stuffed in a mouthful of golden mushrooms, the spiritual substance bloomed in the mouth, the flesh and blood all over the body were active, and he felt the rich breath of life.

Mu Qing ate a lot, and it was really not too good compared to other people's eating.

But at the moment, he can't care about so much, these delicacies can help him consolidate and bring out the potential accumulated in all parts of his body.

Probably because Mu Qing ate very well, the holy women next to him gradually began to feast, and the holy sons on the opposite side suddenly felt that the things they ate on weekdays suddenly became much more delicious, and even the spiritual rice was filled with two bowls.

"What's that?" Mu Qing looked up and saw something shaped like a mountain stone on the table in the palace. Seven or eight people can lift it, and even the table is served carefully, and in the end, it is a godfather who helps to serve the table safely.

Wang Wanqing turned his head to look at it and said, "It's not for food, it's a sea dry stone, indestructible, from under the deep sea, it can keep the delicacies on the table, return to the original taste, that is also the array eye stone that the spirit array masters want the most." However, the sea dry stone is hard to find, and after so many years, I have heard that this Great Yan Dynasty only exists. ”

The Holy Son on the opposite side explained that it was found by King Dayan when he traveled a few years ago, which was a strange fate, but no one traced that experience, and it was not a small chance to get this rare thing.

Mu Qing chewed the snail meat, nodded slowly, and looked at it for a while before retracting his gaze. Drink the wine glass next to you, and when you put down the wine glass, there is immediately a palace maid who comes forward to pour it with a smile on her face, and the service attitude is good, which is worthy of five-star praise.

At the dinner table, the rich fragrance has already spread, and the various dishes are either golden or jade, which is very attractive.

Mu Qing opened his mouth and said, "Do you often eat these dishes?" ”

The medicinal properties of the snail meat were already extremely strong, and he felt that his breath of life was surging than before, like mountains and rivers turning into the sea, and his perception was very clear. And every dish on the table is full of spirituality, with the most primitive fragrance, and it is an extraordinary spiritual object at first glance.

"Not really..... Eat often. The top of the holy women's list also smiled dumbly at this moment, and it was not easy to say more, so she immediately picked up a piece of golden mushroom and stuffed it into her mouth, and then began to savor other dishes, chewing slowly, and eating dignified and elegant.

Mu Qing ate another piece of snail meat, inhaled a large mouthful of glowing mist between his noses, and felt that the pores of his body were stretched.

"How many days can you eat this meal?" Mu Qing asked very sincerely.

A pair of sincere and smart eyes looked around, and the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters were dumbfounded.

Bite? Is this going to come here every day to eat? We still want to! There are so many spiritual things, but if you eat it for seven or eight days, it is more than enough to break through the bottleneck.

Someone told him, "Just this one, the Dayan Dynasty is not a rich family. The man smiled bitterly and continued to suffer.

Mu Qing showed a look of disappointment, but in the next second, he turned disappointment into motivation and continued to cook.