After a while, the servants and maids standing on both sides of the hall in the palace began to greet the guests in a hurry; the chief servant of the old family stood at the door and began to count the gift list in detail; Wang Zetian, the declining prince of the palace, stood in the center of the hall in a gorgeous dress; he held his hand to the guests who came in from all directions, nodded his head, and did not forget to greet each other with a smile. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the surface, he was a bright and radiant master, but in fact he forced his composure and suppressed the anger in his heart. Wang Zetian was puzzled: What kind of wind did this make these important ministers of Kyoto come to the remote town of Kacheng in Jingzhou, and what kind of wind made them all come to meet him and send congratulatory gifts one after another.

Where did this joy come from the sky? Headless and brainless, he couldn't offend this room full of Great Zhou officials, and he could only improvise as he could not fathom him.

Under the arrangement of the servants, the house immediately began to be lit up, and dozens of guests sat on the banquet that had just been set up under the service of the maids. All of a sudden, the guests began to nod their heads one after another, expressing their approval of the palace, quietly communicating with each other, and began to hear bursts of whispering. It has to be said that the efficiency of this palace is fast, under the repeated urging of the princess and the old woman in the old golden silk robe, the princess and the princess's mother, the kitchen immediately began to make a fire to cook, cook a series of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and a feast of gourmet food; in just a short time, there were more than 100 guests, because they were crowded in the front hall and back garden of the palace; the servants had to set up a high platform in the open air, and the maids kept reporting the bride price presented by the guests, and the propaganda continued.

At this banquet, there were many officials, most of whom were important officials from Kyoto, and because of their large number, they seemed to have formed a tacit understanding, and they all regarded the bride price given to each other as a symbol of status.

In Wang Zetian's study of the palace, his son Wang Yuxin, the little prince, was being tied up by several evil slaves; however, these strong male servants were tied up, and they did not forget to explain to the young man in white, Wang Yuxin: "Little prince, it was the prince who ordered the little ones to do this, don't hate us when the time comes!" After speaking, he did not forget to help Wang Yuxin knock on his shoulders and pinch his legs, looking like he was single-minded.

The handsome and thin Wang Yuxin was already thin, and he was immediately like a little chicken who was tied up by such a bundle of hemp rope, and he was already unhappy when he was trapped by several servants, and when he saw them nodding and begging for mercy, his melancholy eyes were even more melancholy.

I saw his neck stretched out, and sighed slightly: "I just spent my father such a small amount of money, and this old man treats me like this, and I don't know where my grandmother is!

When several servants heard this, they were immediately so frightened that their souls were about to fly out, if they were seen treating the little prince of the palace like this and spreading it, would their little lives still be alive? A sharp-eyed servant quickly tore off a bed roll from the bedroom where he was sleeping in the study and stuffed it into Wang Yuxin's mouth.

"Woo woo ~ you ..... dare to ..... like this....I~!" Wang Yuxin, who was bound all over, could still speak, but now he could only lie on the ground of the study and keep squirming, and when he was completely gagged, he could only make a "woo" sound, his eyes were so melancholy, he deeply felt that his father was evil, he went outside for this family to spend money to eliminate disasters for his father to do good deeds, and he also treated his own son like this.

"Bang!" Wang Yuxin was thinking, when the door of the study was blown open by a sudden violent strong wind.

In the sky, a fair-skinned, well-defined, handsome young man slowly fell, his thin lips were slightly upturned, and he was wearing a light blue robe.

He was dressed in a pale blue prince's robe, and his deep eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. After a while, when Di Jin saw the scene in the open study, he couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw a young man dressed in white who was tied up like a dumpling, constantly squirming on the ground and showing a very "satisfied" expression, while the three men on the side, who were obviously dressed as domestic servants, pretended to be lewd and had a flattering smile on their faces.

Di Jin, who couldn't help but look at it, shuddered, and said secretly in his heart: "I'll take it, is it because the descendants of Grandpa Wang, the head of the cabinet, are he so perverted because he was punished by the palace back then?"

I don't know if the Protector is here, so it's better not to see this scene!

Wang Yuxin, who fell to the ground, saw the young man who came like an immortal outside, and was thinking about calling for help and asking him to help, when there was a "snap", and the door of the study was closed again.

The three servants had some doubts in their hearts, this young man was gorgeously dressed and showed off the national beast of the Zhou Kingdom, and in addition to the fact that he seemed to be very powerful in martial arts, he was afraid in his heart, and he glanced at each other, and decided that this person was a guest invited by the prince. When the door was closed, they continued to stare at Wang Yuxin, each of them not moving, for fear that something would go wrong again.

...... At this moment, Wang Yuxin's mood was melancholy, he could only lock his eyebrows tightly, and then looked at a few servants who were guarding him;

Di Jin stood in the garden outside the study and looked at the sky, and at this time the night was thick, surrounded by dark clouds, and there was not a single starlight in sight, only the moon hanging in the sky and shining on the earth. As with his feelings, he always felt that he was alone, perhaps because he had not yet reached that point.

The evening breeze was blowing slowly, and under the moonlit night, Di Jin's handsome face was even more white and red, he pulled down his shirt, took a roundabout breath to warm his body, and slowly walked out of the courtyard and came to the main hall.

In the lobby, Wang Zetian, a strong man in gorgeous clothes, was greeting several important ministers from Kyoto in the hall. On a table of eight immortals, Wang Zetian drank it all when he held his wine glass high, showing heroism: "Come on, come on, my lords, Xiao Wang respects you a glass, today you have the honor to come to my palace to give gifts, my Wang is really happy!"

"Where, where! I will rely on the prince in the future!" Qu Yuangui, who was demoted to the squire of the military department, looked at the strong man Wang Zetian and said in a sincere tone.

"Now the prince can be said to be a person who has attained the Tao, and the chicken dog has ascended to heaven!" Wu Hongjiang, the commander of the three armies, looked at the prince Wang Zetian enviously wearing a general's robe.

"Yes, yes, I have to rely on the prince in the future!" said many important ministers of the court who came to congratulate the gift.

This made the declining prince Wang Zetian look embarrassed, he really didn't know what they were talking about, frowned, he raised his glass and responded to the officials around him, and took a big sip of wine to fill his stomach. With a change of expression, he glanced at Li Changyu, who was sitting silently on the main seat of the Eight Immortals Table on the side, lowered his body, and asked tactfully: "Xiao Ke Wang Zetian, I don't know if the Protector can make it clear, what is going on today?"

Li Changyu, the protector of the country, glanced at him and was about to speak, when he suddenly noticed Di Jin who walked out of the courtyard and was about to get up;

After a pause, he looked at Wang Yuxin, a strong man in Chinese clothes, and said, "Do you know who Wang Junli is!"

Wang Zetian seemed to feel very familiar when he heard this name, and he was quite puzzled, he had never heard this name after thinking about it, he patted his thigh and said, "Please also make it clear!"

Li Changyu, the protector of the country, looked at the declining royal family whose ancestral home had been relegated to Jingzhou, and thought that he had also been framed by traitors and stayed in Jingzhou for a while, so he was quite sympathetic to his experience, and his attitude eased: "You are thinking about it carefully, people who are related to your blood." ”

Wang Zetian thought hard, looking at the many ministers who were talking around him with a hint of embarrassment, and when he thought of a dead end, he looked stunned, and he suddenly thought that he had seen the name Wang Junli on the ancestral spirit tablet at home. It's just that the man was his mother's great-grandfather, and he had never heard his elderly mother mention this person.

Thinking of this, Wang Zetian looked at Li Changyu, the protector of the country, with a trace of confusion on his face, and said: "On the ancestral tablet of the ancestors who used to be at home, I saw an ancestor named Wang Junli, I don't know... Is there a connection between the two? I hope that the Protector will give me some advice. ”

Li Changyu, the protector of the country, smiled on his handsome face: "Haha, you understand, Wang Junli, the old man Wang, he is now a big celebrity next to the current crown prince Ji Long!" As he spoke, he looked at Wang Zetian and whispered to his side: "According to the generation, he is the grandfather of your mother, and your palace is the remains of his bloodline that our prince Ji Long spent a long time finding." ”

"What! What are you talking about? My mother's grandfather is still alive?" Wang Zetian's stout body in gorgeous clothes shook, and he thought in his heart that his grandfather was a figure from more than 200 years ago, how could he still be alive until now? Is this a joke with him?

Wang Zetian looked at the strict face of Li Changyu, the protector of the country, and it didn't seem like he was joking, so he was a little careful, and asked in a rather sincere tone: "In this case, why don't you see the ancestors coming, and what are these so many ministers visiting my palace for?"

Wearing a tiger robe and holding a folding fan in his hand, the Protector of the Kingdom sat quietly on the main seat of the Eight Immortals Table, with a hint of intriguing, and glanced at Wang Zetian and said: "Old man Wang, he has already rushed to Jingzhou Card City as early as a week ago when he heard that he still has a remnant of blood, haven't you met yet?"

With a change of expression, he looked at Wang Zetian and said, "I see that the envelope sent by Old Man Wang said that Linglang Wang Yuxin seems to be quite appreciated by him, I don't know where Wang Gongzi is now?