"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats in the Hall of Heroes. ”

King Yan said with a pleasant face.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all understood that today's palace dinner was about to start.

"Pharmacist Yang, please ......"

The butler began to arrange the seats for the distinguished guests in the side hall.

Yang Fan and Yu Wenxin entered the Hall of Heroes together and found that more than ninety percent of the seats in the originally empty hall had been filled, and the remaining vacant seats were all relatively good positions at the front.

When these distinguished guests walked in one by one, there was a sudden silence in the hall, and the eyes of hundreds of people fell on them.

Among them, Yu Wenxin is the most eye-catching object, the jade face that looks like the most beautiful porcelain in the world and the delicate but quiet morbid beauty have conquered all the mortals on the field.

"Miss, Pharmacist Yang, please sit here. ”

The old butler smiled and arranged for Yang Fan and Yu Wenxin to be together, that is, the seats on the side of the throne at the top of the main hall.

This is second only to King Yan, which shows that Yu Wenyan attaches great importance to Yang Fan.

Obviously, Yu Wenxin and Yang Fan are the protagonists of today's banquet, the former is recovering from a serious illness, and the latter is the target of King Yan's recruitment.

Yang Fan sat down calmly, feeling the gaze of hundreds of people on the field, but his face was not shocked, and he glanced at Yu Wenxin, and found that this woman did not have a trace of panic, sat down quietly, as elegant as ever, and smiled at Yang Fan.

"Did Miss Yuwen often attend this kind of banquet before?"

Yang Fan asked with a smile, in the huge Hall of Heroes, there were only a few people he was familiar with, but there was only Yu Wenxin by his side.

"I rarely attend because I've been weak since I was a child. Yu Wenxin said in a low voice, his eyes unintentionally moving in a certain direction, a little dodging.

Yang Fan also suddenly had a sense, only to feel a gaze like an ice sword fall on him.

I saw that in a corner of the main hall, a young man with an ordinary face, dressed in snow-white clothes and carrying a simple sword, glanced at him indifferently.

Unparalleled?

Yang Fan didn't expect that he would arouse this person's idea, and it could be seen from the attitude of everyone in the hall and Yan Wang Yu just now that this person seemed to be very difficult.

Wushuang just glanced at him indifferently, and his gaze fell on Yu Wenxin's pretty face again, which was much gentler.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan was slightly surprised, and he also noticed the unusual relationship between the two.

He is also very strange, Yuwen Xin is not at home, how did he meet Wushuang?

What are the untold stories of this period?

Thinking of this, Yang Fan had some interest again: whether it was Yu Wenxin's "Nine Residences Xuan Vein" or Wushuang's unpredictable cultivation path, he couldn't understand it.

In less than a while, the VIPs in the side hall took their seats one after another, and the huge Qunying Hall was basically full, leaving only a few vacant seats.

"Hee-hee, Pharmacist Yang......"

Just then, a familiar voice came.

"Little Lord?"

Yang Fan looked back and found that the little county lord was sitting on his lower side, grimacing at him and sticking out his tongue.

It stands to reason that the little county lord is one of the masters of the palace, and his status is not bad, so the seat should be closer to Yan Wang Yuwen Yan.

However, this banquet arranged Yang Fan in front of the little county lord.

These details naturally can't be hidden from the well-intentioned people present, and many people are still talking about Yang Fan's identity in private.

"Could it be that this person is the miracle doctor who healed the illness of the second county master?"

"Ten have** is so, I've been in Kyoto for so many years and I've never seen him. ”

"It's just that the age of this miracle doctor is too young......"

is too young, is he really a legendary pharmacist who has cured the second county lord?

The crowd on the field still had some doubts and surprises.

"Huh, Doctor Lu is here too!"

"Doctor Lu, the three great divine doctors of Kyoto, is also here!"

Someone whispered.

Immediately, the existence of Doctor Lu attracted the attention of many people.

"I remember that Doctor Lu doesn't seem to have a good relationship with King Yan, why did he come to the palace?"

"Could it be that he also wants to see the miracle doctor who healed the second county lord?"

......

Doctor Lu's face was still a little abnormal, and he sat in his place, silent.

"Hehe, Divine Doctor Lu, what do you think of the new young pharmacist in the palace?"

A man's voice filled with magnetic surnames came from beside him.

Divine Doctor Lu looked sideways and was slightly surprised: "Third prince?"

The man in front of him, about thirty years old, was handsome and extraordinary, with a gentle face, good manners, and very simple dress, without the luxury of ordinary nobles.

"If you go back to the prince, this Yang pharmacist of the palace should have extraordinary medical skills, maybe no worse than the old man. ”

Divine Doctor Lu replied with a hint of respect on his face.

In fact, these three princes have no power and power, they were born to a palace maid when the current saint was young, and although they were also corrected later, their status was much lower than that of ordinary princes.

"He's so young, he really has such good skills?" the third prince looked a little incredulous.

"What's so strange about this, the world is so big, there are always some geniuses. Divine Doctor Lu said lightly, "There are a few people in this hall, such as King Yan, and like the peerless ...... in that corner."

"Wushuang?" The third prince looked at the white-clothed young man in the corner, sighed heavily, and said, "Yes, he is only sixteen years old, but he has already defeated many famous innate martial artists in Kyoto. In today's Kyoto, except for the third uncle Yan Wang, and the 'martial saint' of Yuyang Kingdom, I am afraid that no warrior can compete with it. ”

"The prince has arrived—"

At a certain moment, a loud and domineering voice sounded in the hall.

As soon as the words fell, Yu Wenyan, who was wearing a purple jade pattern dragon robe, walked in from the side hall.

Suddenly, the audience was silent, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, as if permeated by the invisible majesty.

Yu Wenyan's face was solemn, not angry and arrogant, and he walked to the throne at the top, his eyes slowly crossed the people on the field.

Yang Fan felt that when Yu Wenyan looked at him and Yu Wenyan, his gaze softened a lot.

However, when his gaze fell on a certain corner, a chilling divine light suddenly bloomed, and an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the entire hall, giving people an extremely oppressive feeling.

"Hmph!" King Yan snorted coldly.

Yang Fan followed his gaze and saw that the white-clothed young man in the corner of the hall was competing with Yu Wenyan, and a fierce battle intent emerged in his eyes.

Unparalleled?

Everyone in the hall was shocked, could it be that he wanted to make trouble?

Yu Wenyan retracted his gaze, as if he didn't want to worry about Wushuang, and said slowly: "Today is a celebration dinner for Xin'er's initial recovery from a serious illness, thank you to all the friends who have come to the scene." At the same time, this dinner is also to reward Xin'er's life-saving benefactor, Pharmacist Yang. ”

After saying that, Yu Wenyan raised his hand slightly, looked at Yang Fan, and even showed him a smile.

The first time Yang Fan participated in this kind of occasion, he felt that hundreds of eyes swept towards him, and there were many immortal cultivators, which brought a lot of pressure.

At this moment, Wushuang, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly stood up, and a wave of Xiao Xiao's sword qi emerged, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Fan's body.

"Not good!"

The old manager of the palace, who was secretly in charge of the entire banquet, "chuckled" in his heart.

(To be continued)