Thinking about this verse, Turga's grandmother and grandson are no longer entangled.

This "old man" sorted out his emotional expression in an instant, nodded casually, and raised his praise:

"The fact that the young man of Imira has such ambition is really admirable. Congratulations to the person with the surname Zhang, there is a successor to the Yi Min Luo clan! A good meal is not afraid of being late, and when the little boy's poison technique is completed in the future, even if he is a little older, he is afraid that the clan that comes to ask for relatives will never be less. No hurry, no hurry. ”

Turga's voice was not small this time.

In addition, the banquet hall was not large, so almost many people with the nine high-ranking castes who were wandering around nearby heard such a sentence.

Of course, he did it on purpose.

Since his daughter is out of play, then he might as well let everyone completely dispel this idea.

However, this is also the right thing for Igro Daifan.

She smiled faintly in disbelief of the pestle.

"Who's to say it isn't? Good wine is not afraid of deep alleys. Besides, Shura is still young, and he is still an ignorant child, so how can he marry a wife and have children? Feelings are such things, follow your heart, and you can be at peace when you encounter them. ”

As soon as Imiro Daifan's words fell, suddenly a woman's charming and hearty voice came from the direction of the entrance of the banquet hall.

"——What the person surnamed Imira said is very true, this feeling, naturally it is necessary to follow the heart, why care about the eyes of others, you say?"

When everyone heard the sound, they saw a man and a woman standing at the door, who seemed to be a couple.

The woman didn't look very young, but she was wearing a bright red Western Xinjiang aristocratic girl-style skirt robe, revealing a slender and well-maintained waist.

She just stood there, like a passionate, insolent, fiery flame.

And the man who walked with her was also dressed as a noble man in Western Xinjiang.

He seems to be a young man, tall and tall, with a deep and cold face, and he is a good-looking and very eye-catching man.

It's just that the man seems to have a sad look, and the color of his eyes is also a look of no interest in seeing anything.

The Igoro siblings, Kelva Longzhi, and Kotobu Bojia frowned almost at the same time when they saw the couple.

The expression was almost in sync with God.

There was silence on the field.

After a while, it was still the host of the banquet who was still Ishro Daifan, and said coldly:

"Yadaan is surnamed Yadaan, it's been a long time, and I thought you couldn't come to the banquet today."

That's right, the person who came was none other than Yada Andoh Zhuo, a descendant of the Western Xinjiang clan and the head of the Yada An clan, and her second husband Zhu Bo.

Zhu Po's real name was Ivero Zhu Po, but since he was expelled from his clan Igro ten years ago, he can no longer be given the surname "Igoro" before his first name.

It stands to reason that he is now in the Yada An's family, and he should change his name and surname to Yada Anzhu Po.

But for some reason, the former eldest prince of the Imiro clan didn't seem to be willing, and Yada Andazo didn't force him to do so.

As a result, most of the names of this person in Muskton City have been changed to a title without a name or surname - "Zhu Po Gongzi".

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of Ishara.

He immediately got up coldly and stood behind his sister.

After all, she is the second highest caste in Western Xinjiang, and her presence made everyone in the audience quiet.

Whether they like or dislike this person, many people get up and greet him.

Now that everyone has gotten up, Xie Zhao is naturally not good at being unsociable.

She put down the chopsticks in her hand, got up with the flow, and bowed slightly.

Then, with great interest, he secretly observed this Yada Andzhuo and her husband.

As for these two, she had already heard a few days ago from the old servant of the Yi Min Luo clan.

It's just that when the servants of the Yi Luo clan mention this, naturally there is nothing good to say.

It is precisely because personal emotions are too obvious that some rumors cannot be disbelieved, but they cannot be fully believed, and they still have to rely on their own eyes and hearts to judge.

Yada Andazon Zhuo looks like the kind of woman who is extremely proud and self-conscious.

However, this is not surprising, no matter how gentle and kind the appearance is to outsiders, as a high-ranking caste with noble blood in Western Xinjiang, who does not think very highly of himself and is extremely proud.

Their pride and conceit have been engraved in their bones since childhood.

This can't be changed either.

Yada Androzhuo smiled, his eyes curved like a crescent moon, his flaming red lips covered with thick lipstick, and a confident and bright smile.

The tattoo, which represented the crest of the Yadaan clan, was now clearly engraved on her bare waist.

She replied with a smile: "That's natural, today is the Lurda banquet hosted by the person surnamed Irero, why didn't Zhuo Zhuo come to the banquet?"

No, I just finished busy with important things in the clan, and I immediately rushed to cheer. The Yi Min Luo clan held a banquet, how could it be without our husband and wife? After all, it's all 'family', right? ”

When everyone heard this, there was some subtlety in their hearts.

With the abandoned son who betrayed the Yi Min Luo clan, he came to "cheer" for the Yi Min Luo clan, and claimed to be a "family", Yadaan was in charge of the surname, which was obviously not good at coming, and the good ones did not come.

Sure enough, although Ighra Daifan had a very high level of cultivation and had not said anything on the spot, the young Ighra Shura was already a little impatient.

Family?

Who is the same family with their dog man and woman?

Imira Shura was so angry that he subconsciously clenched his fists and wanted to step forward!

The next moment, suddenly a cold hand gently grabbed him from behind.

Imira Shura was slightly stunned and looked back.

I saw Xie Zhao silently and shook his head at him very lightly.

She laughed in her heart: This stupid boy, Yada Andruzo's appearance, is obviously here to stir up trouble.

In fact, as soon as Yada Andazon's words landed, Xie Zhao instantly vaguely understood what this meant.

Xingda Andaz Zhuo heard that the Yi Min Luo clan held a Lurda banquet this time, but in fact, it was to tell the rumors of the little prince in the clan, so he deliberately came to mix it up.

If the Imira Shura who can be provoked loses all his senses and disregards the dignity of the people in charge of the nine high castes on the spot, it will be the best.

A reckless man who can't control his temper, even if he is a doctor with excellent poison skills, I am afraid that his score in the hearts of each family will be reduced a lot.

If Ighra Shura really didn't hold his breath and stepped forward to catch up as soon as the table opened, it would be Yada Andru.

Ighara Shura was interrupted by Xie Zhao at this time, and the nameless anger in his heart dropped slightly, and his precarious reason finally gradually returned.

Thank you Baozi, I hope that your heart is like my heart's monthly pass~