It seems that claiming to be Qian-mou and emphasizing the surname Qian are two completely different results, at least after Qianqin emphasized his surname, Xie Anshi, who was originally unwilling to give up and wanted to stir up trouble again, was silent like a stone.

Yun Zhao stretched his waist, looked at the front of the hall and looked at the few officials who seemed to be of high rank at the front of the hall, and soon got up and walked here, sighing in his heart that the limelight had been stolen again, but Qian Qin did not have this kind of consciousness but his expression was a little displeased.

After the adults greeted Li Hongtang, they were about to walk towards Qianqin, who was sitting in front of the dining table, but the latter raised his chopsticks and waved them impatiently, signaling that he didn't want anyone to disturb his meal.

In Yun Zhao's surprised gaze, the adults nodded with embarrassed expressions, and after being deflated, they walked back very simply, and the respect that the students in the corridor had for them was in strong contrast to this moment.

Li Hongtang pursed his lips when he saw this, glanced at Yun Zhao, who was stunned, with a little curiosity in his eyes, but did not speak, and walked forward with several imperial court cultivators.

The shattered food table was quickly cleaned up, the banquet returned to its original appearance, and after the Hongtang County Lord sat down, everything went according to the script again, although there have been scrutinizing eyes sweeping here, but compared to insignificant curiosity, people care more about their own future.

Except for Qianqin, who was stared at by a few girls who were consciously in love and couldn't extricate themselves, the attention of the rest of the people was shifted again, and they were put back on the big people who were talking and laughing at the front of the hall, and the Northern Qi people who had lost face followed Xie Anshi out of the hall.

The sarcastic gaze along the road was more revealing than before, and the heads of the Northern Qi people were lowering more and more, Xie Anshi did not have the slightest word for the dejection at this time, and walked out expressionlessly.

"In the future, you are not allowed to pee your pants when eating. This was the last time Qianqin spoke to him.

The words echoed in the synagogue for a long time,

Xie Anshi stiffened slightly, did not retract his steps, and disappeared into the night outside the hall.

This sentence pierced the heart and lungs like every previous sentence, like a sharp dagger constantly cutting the faces of the Northern Qi people, and the wound spurted out bright red blood representing shame, shattering their fragile humble hearts again and again.

Tonight's story will soon be used as an after-dinner conversation by the people of Kyoto, tossed and turned over and then humiliated at the dinner table, and at the end a young man in a black shirt even broke out in tears.

Knowing that Xie Anshi's silence represented a more decisive counterattack in the future, Qianqin still did it.

He doesn't care about the so-called face of Northern Qi, let alone what the consequences will be, he has always been like this, making people speechless.

The rest of the people in the audience remembered the arrogance of the Northern Qi people before, Xie Anshi's words and deeds were superior, corresponding to the down-and-out appearance at this time, it was easy for people to have a great sense of pleasure, so people let out a harsher and more deliberate ridicule than before.

...

Looking at the indifferent and breezy Qian Qin on his side, Yun Zhao knew very well in his heart that this bastard was actually extremely cool now, but he was stubbornly suppressed on the surface to make the admiring gaze in the field more intense, and the calmer he acted, the more he was proud to the extreme.

Although he is not very clear about the doorways here, the young man from Chengping knows one thing very well, even if he does not rely on his cheekiness to crush people to break the siege, Brother Qian'er's surname can solve all the troubles.

However, he did not ask why, and trust was not necessary.

Qianqin didn't try to explain anything, he felt very comfortable with each other, just like on a summer night in the town of Huben Army.

Nan Nan, who had been reading the classics in his seat all night, rubbed his eyes, looked at the disgusting behavior of the two people at the same table who looked like confidants, and hurriedly picked up the wine jug and poured a glass for himself to eliminate the sour smell of sympathy.

...

After the banquet was on the right track, only the constant toasting and acquaintance between the banquets remained, but under the powerful impact of the conflict at the beginning, the voices of the high-pitched talk on the table were inadvertently lightened.

After seeing Qianqin's temper, several adults were deflated here, and the remaining students of the same age even lifted and fell lightly when they passed by, for fear of disturbing the slightest.

The bored Yun Zhao looked at His Royal Highness the County Lord who was smiling and laughing in front of him, it was a little inappropriate to describe it as a long-sleeved dancer, and he was at ease among many powerful people.

The candidates for the preliminary examination who went to the banquet lined up to greet Li Hongtang, and their faces turned red and they were at a loss when they patted their shoulders to encourage him, which attracted bursts of hearty laughter.

"Some girls..."

"It's the woman you're going to miss on the journey of your life. Yun Zhao pinched his nose and interrupted Nanbei's words impatiently, and the latter touched his head and smiled, without saying anything more.

...

When the atmosphere reached its peak, Li Hongtang raised his wine glass and wanted to congratulate all the candidates in the hall for winning the first exam, and at this moment, there was a noisy sound outside the royal hall, among which the scolding from the students of the royal hall seemed to prove that someone was trying to break into the hall.

Li Hongtang slowly put down the wine glass, frowned slightly, and the rest of the teaching was directly stinky face. The sound of the argument outside the hall quickly turned into the opposite, the slightly messy footsteps mixed with the shouts of surprise, and the students of the royal courtyard who were arraignment stumbled in before they could open their mouths, and all the voices were instantly empty.

The cause was a string of footsteps, which overshadowed all the sounds around them, falling on the bluestone slab but like falling on a beating heart, making people speechless, and everyone's eyes slowly moved towards the door of the synagogue.

The sound of footsteps seems to be like the moonlight peeking out of the forest, constantly eroding into the night, the spacing of the footsteps is as regular as that printed with a ruler, and the breath is synchronized with it, and there is silence.

There are many people in the world who naturally have a unique charm, but walking slowly this person is different from everything, Qianqin is very good at focusing everyone's eyes on him, and this person seems to have been born to walk on the clouds, no matter how vainly you try to deviate your gaze is in vain, whether it is the mountain light or the water color, you can see him at a glance.

However, Qian Qin's gaze was still on the wine glass, and Yun Zhao's gaze fell on the students of the Imperial Academy who were leaning in pain outside the hall, and then they all raised their eyebrows, both of them had different meanings, but they didn't like this man who stole all the limelight.

The person who walked slowly was wearing a gray cloth shirt, a simple long sword tied to his back with a thick straw rope, his eyes seemed to be flickering with stars, his face did not have the slightest emotional fluctuations, and his body breath was rigid like that of an old man who was about to wither in his twilight years, like the eyebrows carved out by a knife reflected the starlight outside the synagogue, and finally fell on the rosewood pillar of the synagogue.

With the continuous exclamations and discussions on the side of the road, Li Hongtang unexpectedly did not reprimand him for trespassing on the banquet, and several teachers beside him who had a cold face saw the appearance of the person who came, flicked their sleeves and sat down helplessly.

Since it was this person, there was nothing more to say, and the bigwigs happily reached a consensus.

Li Hongtang's originally constricted eyebrows had already been stretched, and he looked at the man in the cloth shirt who had walked to the middle of the hall with a little playfulness, pinching the wine glass and playing around, not knowing what he was thinking.

It is easy to see that her inner emotions at the moment imply a few wisps of relaxation and expectation, and she is not like a colorful phoenix when she is dressed up for the banquet, but more like a lark with cunning.

He stood there in silence as if an old monk had settled down, and the guards chasing after him suddenly froze in place, apparently the conflict outside the hall had made them hesitate.

Listening to the whispers of everyone at the banquet, guessing whether this person trespassed into the synagogue to seek the attention of the magnates, tonight's good performances are one after another, and the hall is full of spectators, but there is no such romance as tonight in the Yaoxian banquet in previous years.

Just when people were fantasizing about when this person would show his hands and feet with his sword, many people who recognized the identity of the man in the cloth shirt quickly became strange, such as Qian Qin, who stopped his chopsticks at this time.

Listening to someone in his ear asking questions tirelessly, and even when the question had already involved the birthday of the man in the cloth shirt, Qianqin slapped the table and said impatiently: "Yun Zhao, do you shut up, this stupid big guy is lost!"

Originally, he snatched all the attention from this person when he appeared, and Yun Zhao's stomach full of complaints and grievances suddenly disappeared, and he asked as if no one was around, "Isn't this stupid?"

Qianqin held his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Jian Eleven, this is not what I said. ”

At some point, the man with the ancient sword on his back tilted his head to look here, and the originally indifferent gaze in his eyes flashed away, feeling the countless complicated gazes around him, and scratched his stubble with some annoyance.

"Qianqin, where is this?" The tone was a little restrained.

"Hear me clearly, someone called you stupid. Yun Zhao, who was originally relieved, did not expect to be betrayed, looking at the narrow smile on the corner of Qianqin's mouth, he cried and beat his chest for a while.

"Where is this?" The man in the cloth shirt known as Sword Eleven didn't seem to care, stubbornly trying to figure out where he was.

"Jian Eleven, you trespassed on the Yaoxian banquet, what crime should you be punished?" Li Hongtang smiled as he listened to the conversation between several people at the banquet.

In a dull gaze, Jian Shiyi slowly turned around, saluted a little rustily, and said, "I thought this was a cafeteria." ”

Although the banquet was more than halfway through, the uncooled delicacies on the dining table still exuded a pungent aroma, and it was indeed easy for people to misunderstand, Qian Qin quickly led the lost person back to his seat and began to introduce Yun Zhao and the others to each other...

His Royal Highness the county lord looked at the crowd standing stupidly, put down his wine glass again with a little headache, and decided to wait for them to calm down before raising a glass to congratulate, and turned around to talk to several dignitaries.

Sword Eleven is rarely seen, but almost all young people will know who he is.

Qinchuan Taibai Sword Sect's contemporary entrants, sword eleven, the first in a hundred refinements.