"You should have heard that not long ago, Qingzhou was sacked by displaced people, right? It just so happened that the servant said, "You used to wander around outside my house, how do you explain this?" ”

Kong Yu asked.

"What the hell is going on with me?"

"You-"

"Outcasts!"

Song Che said: "Why did you sack Qingzhou City, I think you should ask the Qingzhou prefect next to you instead of asking me, besides, there are long roads, all big roads, where do I go, can you control it?" ”

"Presumptuous!" Tian Shaoqiong said: "Everything will never come out of nowhere, your attitude, the official is even more suspicious, it has something to do with you!" ”

"Lord Tian," Song Che was a little impatient, "This is Dengzhou, not Qingzhou, this is Wanshou Palace, not a public court, your official authority is inevitably too big, what qualifications do you have to question the guests who are here?" ”

After that, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, handed over the gold sticker in his hand to the Taoist priest, and prepared to enter the palace.

"Lord, are you empty-handed?" The Taoist priest had the intention of asking for a congratulatory gift.

Song Che piled up the gold and silver treasures on the side and said, "Hon Hai Immortal Master is a heavenly saint, where can these worldly things get into his eyes?" Instead of sending these mundane things and being a layman, it is better to have a clean breeze on your sleeves and be more respectful. ”

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves and stepped into the Wanshou Palace.

Wanshou Palace, Daming Palace.

Jiuding incense burner, green smoke curling.

The majestic, the magnificent, and the magnificence are no longer than the Luoyang Palace.

Song Che stepped into the Daming Palace.

There are dozens of seats in the hall, bear's paw deer soup, gold bottles and silver cups, elixir and jade liquid, and the guests on the seats are all dressed in brocade clothes, and the heads and ears are more like flattery.

In such a poor and extravagant environment, it is difficult not to attract attention to the sudden arrival of a plainly dressed person, and everyone is discussing:

"Who's this face?"

Song Che stood at the door and looked at the guests-

The value of the guests is arranged by the seats, and there are three seats above the main hall, which are reserved for the king of Anyang, the princess of Han, and the immortal master of Hon Hai.

On the left seat of His Royal Highness, there is an old man with a crane face, according to his status, he is most likely the old Jinglu of Jinan Mansion, the uncle of the king of Anyang, Liu Chong,

On the right seat of His Royal Highness, there is a young man with a beast fur, with a jeweled hairband on his forehead, which is enough to prove his identity, the third prince of Dijon, Wanyan Jie,

The second seat on the right of His Royal Highness, there is a fifty-year-old man, the eight-character beard is very neatly repaired, a pair of tiger eyes have a fierceness that cannot be hidden, if the judgment is correct, he should be the northern pirate Xu Tao;

Flies camp dogs, snakes and rats a nest.

At this time, Tian Shaoqiong and Kong Yu also walked into the lobby, and when they passed by Song Che, Tian Shaoqiong said loudly, intentionally or unintentionally:

"The wilderness villager, I don't know where he stole the invitation, dare to pretend to be a guest at the table, it's really beyond his means."

Song Che sneered in his heart, if he could, he would rather stand than sit at the same table with this group.

Tian Shaoqiong and Kong Yu came to Liu Chong's table together, saluted respectfully, and then pointed at Song Che, like a long-tongued woman wearing small shoes at the head of the village.

The more Liu Chong listened, the more ugly his face became, and finally "snapped", slapped the table and shouted angrily: "How can this be reasonable, I didn't expect that under the jurisdiction of the old man, there are still such fanatics!" ”

The entire hall was silent, and all the guests were like grass on the wall, following Liu Chong's angry gaze, gathered on Song Che.

Song Che spread his hands and said nothing, anyway, tonight, everyone here wants to leave alive.

He strode to the second seat on the left and was about to sit down, but unexpectedly, Tian Shaoqiong took the first step, stood behind the seat, and scolded loudly:

"This seat is reserved for the prince's sister and the little county lord, what qualifications do you have to sit here?"

Song Che looked around at everyone and asked softly: "Below, I'm just here to ask for a cup of longevity wine to drink, and meet everyone in Pingshui, why do you want to target me like this?" ”

At this time, a young man in the third seat on the right stood up, the largest smuggler in Dengzhou, Jiang Tai, he pointed at Song Che and denounced:

"You're just a salt seller, so how can you sit at the same table with all the guests?"

"That's right, if you look at this dress, you know it's a peddler's pawn!"

"Tonight, Hon Hai Immortal Master's birthday, he didn't even prepare a congratulatory gift, and he came empty-handed, obviously blaspheming the Immortal Master!"

"Fork him out!"

Thousands of people pointed out, and they condemned.

"Shut up! Song Che is a distinguished guest invited by the princess! Whoever dares to be rude, I will ask him out first! ”

Lin Yue changed her previous neutral dress, wearing a wide-sleeved palace dress, with a delicate appearance and a little powder, like a fairy daughter in the world.

She is the daughter of a great fairy, and she is holding a little fairy daughter in her hand. The daughter of the king of Anyang, Zhao Tan, the lord of the small county.

"Uncle Song!"

The little county lord was pleasantly surprised and pounced on Song Che.

If it was really like the first time, Song Che would definitely accept her cordially, but if she succeeded in capturing the king tonight, the little county lord would probably be the most pitiful person.

He just smiled slightly and nodded with the little county lord.

The guests had different expressions, some surprised, some regretful, and some disdainful, but they all kept their mouths shut.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at people by their appearance? Tonight is the birthday of the Hon Hai Immortal Master, he should burn incense and bathe, clean his face with plain clothes, and look at the entire hall, only Song Che can do it alone, this is called respect, not to mention, don't look at him dressed plainly, the combined wealth of you people is not worth a finger of wealth! ”

Lin Yue shouted to correct Song Che's name, took the initiative to hold his hand, and glared at Tian Shaoqiong: "Don't get out of the way!" ”

Tian Shaoqiong blushed and moved away from the seat.

"Ignore them, let's sit."

Lin Yue pulled Song Che and sat on the seat with the little county lord.

Beauty and wine in hand, power and financial resources, even if someone is jealous and itchy teeth, so what?

On the eve of nightfall.

A hearty laugh came from the side room, and then, I saw a middle-aged man in his early thirties, wearing a danqing dragon robe, with a graceful, luxurious, dignified and beautiful young woman, striding into the middle hall.

Zhao Xin, King of Anyang, and Han Xiang, Princess of Anyang.

There is one thing to say, in terms of bearing, courage, and physiognomy, Zhao Xin is much superior to Zhao Sui.

The ancients followed, establishing a successor is not a virtuous, especially in the emperor's family, no matter how capable the prince is, he can't compare to having a mother who is the queen, Zhao Xin, the king of Anyang, which is exactly the case.

The guests stood and saluted.

"The preface of Penglai Pavilion, who made it? Stand up and let this king see! ”

The first sentence of the king of Anyang was not to ask the guests to be exempted, but to ask about the source of the word order.

Song Che hesitated, but Lin Yue pushed him and said loudly: "Lord Wang, it's him, Song Che!" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, and the eyes of the guests, who were disgusted at first, suddenly became a lot more "ambiguous".

King Anyang walked up to Song Che, grabbed Song Che's wrist, and unabashedly admired: "To be able to write such a magnificent masterpiece, it is rare for a gentleman to have such a talent in ancient and modern times!" ”

Zhao Xin's approving gaze, Lin Yue's admiring eyes, Princess Han's approving smile, and the little princess's innocent big eyes.

It won't be long before it comes to naught.

How can this be?

How can this be?