"Miss Fleur is right."

Hong Fan slowly got up and nodded.

Seeing this, Zheng Furui thought that she would win as easily as usual, and when her anger eased a little, she saw Hong Fan take out a heavy metal token from his arms.

Then, with a flick of his hand, he threw the token into the porcelain bowl in front of the girl.

Crash!

The porcelain bowl with the songbird pattern and the plate were smashed into several pieces in an instant, and one of the pieces fell into Zheng Furui's arms, which happened to be the head of the songbird.

"You?!"

Although Zheng Furui has practiced martial arts, he has never fought in actual combat, and his cultivation is about equal to nothing.

Frightened by this, her face turned pale, and she couldn't even speak.

"Hong Fan is seventeen years old, and he has already won the official status of the eighth rank of the national dynasty, and the leader of the younger generation in Jinhai City, I think I deserve it."

In the silence of the room, only Hong Fan's voice was clear.

"If Lord Zheng Zhun is here today, I should accompany me from the side."

His gaze pierced Zheng Furui's door.

"It's just that I don't know what kind of virtue you have, Miss Fleur, how can you sit on this head?"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the daughter of the Zheng family suddenly turned from white to red.

She vaguely knew that she didn't deserve to sit on the throne.

It's just that on the one hand, his father Zheng Zhun is the chief official on Jin Haiming's face, and on the other hand, Hong Sheng, who is the first in martial arts, and Li Shenji, who is older, are unwilling to distinguish between them, so they take her out as a buffer.

However, after being guarded by the stars for a long time, Zheng Furui, who has been in the inner vision for a long time, has forgotten himself, really thinks that he is different, and he is also one of the leaders among the young warriors in the house.

It was only at this moment that this illusion was torn apart by Hong Fan's questioning.

"You ask Miss Ben how can he ......?"

Zheng Furui was full of shame and indignation, and she wanted to respond.

Family background, beauty, vision......

But looking at the fake instrument in front of her, and thinking of the handwritten letter sent by Zhuang Liren in the rumor, she couldn't find any capital that she could fight against, and she was speechless after all.

So, Miss Zheng raised her eyes and asked for help.

There are more than 20 people here, and there are not many sons and brothers who have been working at home, but there are only one who has a decent official character, Hong Fan.

Dimensionality reduction strikes belong to yes.

"I, I ......"

Zheng Furui's lips trembled, and she had never felt so hot from the stool under her buttocks.

What's more critical is that none of the guys who are jealous and flattering in every possible way for themselves on weekdays, except for Chi Xinchi, who is still thinking about right and wrong and organizing language, dare not stand up and defy Hong Fan for her.

Only the lotus root that was short-sighted and didn't understand what the star was and what the star monarch was, issued the most straightforward anger.

"Hong Fan, it's a shame that my young lady specially asked me to pass on the message to guide you!"

The little maid rushed over from the side hall to protect Zheng Furui, and grabbed the noodle as a prison token and wanted to throw it on the ground.

"How daring!"

Hong Fan immediately shouted.

"If you let go, you are a prisoner of blatant contempt; This official killed you in the palm of his hand today, and Lord Zheng must have nothing to say! ”

He said in a solemn voice, and the flames of the current violently twisted the air under his palm, finally scaring the other party's movements.

"Lotus root, put the token down."

Zheng Furui also reacted and said urgently.

If she threw the device as a prison token, at most Zheng Zhun would accompany her to Wen Zhongguan.

But if it is replaced with a lotus root with a slave on his back, he will definitely not be able to resist the investigation.

Seeing the master's reaction, the maid realized the stakes, and returned the token to the table with a trembling hand.

Finally, Chi Xinchi, who was a little slower, admitted that he had cleared up the rights and wrongs of both sides, and intervened: "Sister Furui ......"

But Zheng Furui was so ashamed that she couldn't sit still.

She got up suddenly, half-covered her red eyes, and walked out of the dining room quickly with lotus roots, leaving Chi Xinchi, who was about to speak, stunned in place.

Bang.

There was a slamming door in the distance.

Needle drop can be heard in Penglai Hall.

Hong Fan put away his feigned anger disguise, and found that although he was angry and walked away from the "core of the circle", many people were a little more cautious and flattering when they met him.

At this time, Hong Sheng broke the silence.

"Brother Hong, why don't you catch up and comfort Furui? Don't let her get angry. ”

Hearing his words, Chi Xinchi suddenly realized "sigh", walked a few steps in the direction of the door and then suddenly turned back, simply opened the window and jumped down from the fourth floor.

The cold wind pierced through the window and went around in circles.

On the contrary, the atmosphere eased slightly.

Hong Sheng got up, picked up the eight-rank master token with both hands, and handed it to Hong Fan.

"Second brother, if you want to talk about the official body, you must be the biggest here."

He laughed.

"But we don't need to be so clear about the gathering of our younger generation, right?"

The open window was closed by the steward, and the waiter took away the fragments of the dishes at the head of the main table.

Hong Fan snorted, bowed his hand to his brother slightly, first replied "Listen to his brother's advice", and then took the token with both hands.

For a while, there was a harmonious atmosphere in the Penglai Hall, as if nothing had happened.

[Okay, the awkwardness that you brothers made was so awkward that you burned the eldest lady of the Zheng family and Chi Dashao to the red, and now you are pretending to be brothers again? ] 】

Cui Yutang was worried in his heart, but where did he dare to say it?

On the other side, Hong Sheng, who was seated, raised his wine glass and spoke to everyone.

"Brother Hong'er probably won't be able to come back for a while, let's start the table first."

When the words fell, the sons of the families and the stewards and waiters of Tinghai Pavilion all breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of "whew" converged together, as if there was a sourceless wind in the room.

Hot dishes that had been waiting on the tray for a long time were brought to the table, and the waiters retreated with stiff smiles, only to grin and raise their arms until they went out.

The seats of the banquet are still empty, and the dining atmosphere is naturally average.

In the first round of wine, there was still only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding and chewing, and no one spoke.

It wasn't until Hong Sheng and Li Shenji took the initiative to provoke a few topics that they recovered some of the atmosphere.

And contrary to Hong Fan's expectations, when the wine and food were half-drunk and toasted to each other, almost everyone came to him to toast.

Before two o'clock in the afternoon (two o'clock in the afternoon), the table was already cold and cold.

Just as everyone was scattered around the Penglai Hall chatting and resting, there was a sudden cheer outside, and then a burst of firecrackers exploded.

"The time has come, the list is released!"

I don't know who shouted first, and then the row of windows facing the street was opened and crowded one by one.

Of course, the middle position was left to Hong Sheng and Li Shenji.

Hong Fan followed his brother to the window, and saw that Anning Street was already crowded, relying on the officials of the Zhangwu Academy and the City Guard Mansion to maintain order.

On the opposite side of the street, two cannonballs hung on the top of a 20-meter-long pole, crackling and pumping thousands of whips in the air.

When the echo faded away, the smoke cleared, and the crowd fell silent.

Then there was a strong man in the uniform of the Zhangwu Academy, and he was angry and vigorous.

"In the twenty-seventh year of Zhenghe, the tenth issue of the fourth list of the Martial Arts Academy, the list will be released!"

As he spoke, he turned around and ran vertically along the long pole, until he jumped more than ten meters away with one hand, and after flying for a few feet, he hung the martial arts list in his other hand on the pole head.

The bright yellow brocade rolled down vertically, with a hammer and drum, and the ride was straight.

Hong Fan's eyes fell slightly to the top of the list, and at first glance, he saw two ink characters as big as wheels.

"Heavenly List".