As we all know, the focus of this kind of official banquet is not on eating, but on the leader's speech.

The restaurant staff enthusiastically brought fruit and tea to these adults, and each hall occupied an area and chatted in a low voice.

The table where Du Yuanchun is located is naturally accompanied by thousands of households.

Mo Xiaoqiong held the teacup and took a sip occasionally. He was talking to his colleagues, but he was not listening at all.

From time to time, my eyes turned out to the window, as if I was enjoying the street view.

In fact, it is looking towards the direction where the imperial prison is located.

"Mo Xiaoqiong, today is not like you. Didn't you like talking very much in the past?" Hong Lu asked.

Hong Qianhu, who was thick on the outside and thin on the inside, felt that something was wrong with Mo Xiaoqiong today.

Try to speak.

Mo Xiaoqiong glanced at him indifferently and said sarcastically:

"Hong Lu, you are different from the past. Why do you talk to me several times?"

Hong Lu snorted and said to himself that you know what to pretend, and ask for some information and push back and forth. It's really abominable.

Li Tong watched the show coldly and watched it silently, feeling a little disappointed.

This year's autumn banquet, Yu Qing was not there, and Qi Ping was not there. The people who had disturbed the storm of the yamen for more than half a year and the hall were absent. This autumn banquet was particularly boring.

At this time, Du Yuanchun, who was sitting on his head and wearing a black and red brocade robe, suddenly frowned slightly, put down the teacup without showing any expression, and said lightly:

"I will help you, Mo Xiaoqiong, take care of me and give me a banquet."

Mo Xiaoqiong's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Yes."

Du Yuanchun nodded, got up and left, walked all the way to the backyard of the restaurant, and pinched a flashing jade piece from the belt with his fingers.

Without hesitation, he made a move with his right hand.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Countless silver sword pieces suddenly flew out from their wide cuffs, and a flying sword was pieced together in their breath, and Du Yuanchun walked against the sword.

...

The yamen of the Fushi Office.

Inside the hall of the character "ping".

At this autumn banquet, the lieutenant class did not have the chance to attend the banquet, but they would also celebrate behind closed doors.

Pei Shaoqing ordered a table of dishes from the canteen and also set up a large table.

But everyone sat together, but they had no appetite, just ate some symbolically.

On the main seat of the table, there was an empty chair, a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and an invitation.

That is a flush position.

"Since he can't go to the autumn banquet in the yamen, let's take him with him." Hong Jiaojiao said so.

But when they were put on it, everyone felt more and more disgusting when they watched it.

"Ba." Hong Jiaojiao put down her chopsticks and stood up and said, "I'm full."

"At least you can eat something more, it's all a waste." The loud-sounding captain advised simply.

Pei Shaoqing sighed and put down his chopsticks, thinking that Qi Ping could probably not eat anything good in it, and he didn't know if Mo Xiaoqiong would take care of his acquaintances.

Well, the smile on the tiger's bones are cold, I just want to not torture it.

Just as they were thinking, everyone suddenly heard a light ejaculation, and they all looked at the girl Jinyi stopped in the yard, looked up at the sky, her high ponytail hanging down, looking a little confused.

"What's wrong?" asked a captain.

Hong Jiaojiao shook her head and turned her head to answer: "It's nothing, maybe I've read it wrong."

She seemed to have seen a golden light passing by the sky and flew towards the east of the city, but when she looked again, she disappeared.

...

"Who are you?!"

In the courtyard of Dongcheng.

The flower-armed monk's voice was like thunder. At this moment, his already vicious face disappeared without a trace of smile, and he stared at "Xiahou Civilization".

There was a lot of vigilance in the voice.

The tall body was tense, and under the gray monk's robe, the muscles of the arm with strange patterns were raised, like rocks, one by one, clear and clear, full of power.

The ring knife is already in my hand.

On the blue scalp, there were red blood oozing out of the scar.

Flush's answer is simple and straightforward.

He moved the muzzle, pointed it at the flower-armed demon monk, and pulled the "trigger".

"I am your great sage grandfather."

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