Xu curtain listened to the quarrel between Ning Shi and Xiao Haitang all the way, and he was upset when he heard it, and he had a lot of things to do tonight, so he took him to the dining room and handed it to another chubby chef, and told him: "This person is a chef appointed by His Majesty, and he will cook a dish, remember to serve it to the Queen Mother." ”

Ziyun Tower is the first-class attic of Furong Garden, covering a huge area, with exquisite and luxurious decorations, and is carefully prepared to welcome this Chinese New Year's Eve feast. In the middle of winter, it can create an atmosphere of warm spring grass growing, layers of curtains, and flowers in the fog, so that Ning Shi, who was already a little drunk, couldn't see the situation in the pavilion clearly, but he felt extremely beautiful.

Thousands of handsome men and women smiled at the railing, or chuckled and lifted the veil, turning this into a wonderful place before the banquet began.

Ning Shi's dishes had already been prepared, and they were in his sleeves, so he was not in a hurry at all, at this time, he leaned against the door of the dining room, grabbed a crisp and sweet cucumber, and looked at the men and women in the distance while sobering up, thinking to himself: "It seems that they are all high-ranking officials and nobles, and I don't know whose son and brother that kid is, shouldn't this dish be a prank?"

But after thinking about it again: "The prank of four thousand taels, even if you are reprimanded, it is worth it." I guess I just want to get attention, maybe I will press some color in private. ”

"Drink, I drank a lot. ”

"Dizzy!"

"I must look for it when I go back, which king and eight lambs chose the wine, no!"

"Withdrawing after serving, it doesn't seem to be anything to look at. ”

After a while, all the gossiping people suddenly sat down, and the attic gradually fell silent, and a group of people took the main seat.

The lights outside the building flickered, and dozens of swords fell from the sky, and behind each sword there was a woman, the falling sword was like rain, and the sword girl was like a flower. The sword falling is the dance, the sword dance is suddenly tender, suddenly sassy, suddenly fast, suddenly slow, the sword is burning with sword energy, the blade is glowing with fluorescence, beautiful, eye-opening.

Ning Shi narrowed his eyes, and a fragment of memory floated through his mind, and he seemed to have seen a sword of this appearance: "Oh, I remembered, listen to Yuge." That aunt dreamed of eating the last sword to become an immortal, but then she didn't do it, she ate the Listening Rain Sword of the sect master, and demolished the rain pavilion of the family. ”

Looking at these beautiful sword dancing girls, Ning Shi sighed: "Auntie, look at this sect, the building has been demolished, the sword has been eaten, and it will be able to ease up in a few days." This sword dance is really a long face for our sword cultivators, what a fucking long face. ”

"When did you start becoming a dancer when you learned swords?"

"Use sword qi to make amusing fluorescence?"

"You can figure it out!"

sighed: "But, who let someone in the family have silver, look at it, auntie, our sword sect has suffered this loss, if you have hundreds of thousands of disciples, then the magic mountain dares to move you? If he moves you, Ning Shi will immediately lead people to level the mountain!"

Ning Shi sighed that it was useless, listening to Yuge with this beautiful sword dance, Shengsheng won the opening show of the Chinese New Year's Eve feast, and won a good round of applause.

At the end of the sword dance, all kinds of melons and fruits were served like water, the New Year's programs before the meal appeared one after another, and the dining room was completely busy, except for the fat chef who Xu Shumu had talked to when he left, he seemed to have nothing to do, just standing quietly beside Ning Shi.

The more lively the dining room is, the quieter Ning Shi's quiet place is, the fat chef may be really lonely, and finally he can't hold it back, walks a few steps forward, walks to Ning Shi's side, looks out with his gaze, and then whispers: "My lord, you don't have to be envious, if the things you prepare later, this excitement belongs to you." ”

After saying this, seeing that Ning Shi was unmoved, but he didn't show irritability, the fat chef continued to say to himself: "My lord, it's not too early, look, do you prepare first, and it will be our turn to appear in three more shows." ”

After half a ring, Ning Shi was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses: "Huh, what did you say?"

Ning Shi looked at the group of people listening to the rain pavilion in the distance, and vaguely saw someone he knew, and then he began to think a lot, and he didn't notice what the fat chef said at all. When he followed Meng to Luoyang for the first time, he went to a wine shop called Peony House that night, ate a lot of pots of apricot blossom wine, and tasted snowflake crispy candied cake.

This Chinese New Year's Eve feast, listening to the leader of the Yuge Pavilion is Jiang Liuyun, who has not seen him for a year, he is even more handsome, and there is more spirit between his eyebrows, surrounded by a group of warblers and Yanyan, which is really enviable.

The fat chef also saw that Ning Shi was distracted, and repeated the same words again.

Then, Ning Shi said: "There are three more programs, which are not in a hurry, as for whether they are brilliant or not, I can't say for sure." ”

The fat chef's expression was quite polite: "My lord, you are really too modest, you ran an errand for Xu Ye, and took the opportunity to take this dish, and the small one may have to count on the adult to cultivate it in the future." ”

Ning Shi didn't say anything, but muttered in his heart: "Count on me? I'm afraid you're thinking too much, if this dish prepared by the young master is on the table, maybe it will be the result! You fat man, the fart is a little early!"

The fat chef stood next to Ning Shi's ear and sighed to himself: "Chinese New Year's Eve reunion night, everything is good, flowers are good, the night is good, the banquet is lively, but this excitement is always people's liveliness, it has little to do with us, we are the tired cooks behind the scenes." ”

"Cook?"

What a new term.

Ning wanted to tell the fat man: "I am very different from the cook, I do know how to cook, but cooking is just my own interest, I want to become a sword immortal in the future, you have the opportunity to tie up now, it is more affordable than watching the sword dance." ”

When the words came to his lips, Ning Shi felt that it was better not to say it, anyway, even if he said it, most of the fat chefs would not believe it.

A song of neon clothes ends.

Outside the Furong Garden, a group of women in sword uniforms walked over, carrying a huge dinner plate, and went around through the deep path from the side door to the outside of the Ziyun Building, all of them were sword cultivators of the Shen family's sword furnace, well-trained, and did not whisper in a whisper.

Shen Mei'er stood at the front of this group of women, wearing a purple and red mink, the night breeze blowing her hair, the delicate makeup on her cheeks was absolutely beautiful and gorgeous, coupled with the temperament of a cultivator, like a purple bamboo, slim and dazzling.

At the beginning of the sword dance, the Empress Dowager Fei Nan and her party entered the Ziyun Building, and she sat alone in the most respectful place, and on the other side was the expressionless Li Tianyi and the dignified and atmospheric Fei Wenxiu.

The hall is seated, on the left and right, the ministers of civil and military affairs are lined up on both sides, the military ministers are headed by the general Fei Nanhui, and the civil ministers are sitting in the first place but Li Qiye, the king of the northern realm.