"Becky! You are really rude..."

Becky's mother was helpless. Her new clothes were all wrinkled, her shoes and skirt were full of mud, and even her little face was dirty.

Several ladies were extremely surprised and even frightened by this. This was unimaginable at the king's banquet.

My mother can only teach you a few words: "Did I say you can't run too far? You have to be where I can see you when I look up?"

This time Becky was very obedient, with a grievance on her face and a cry in her voice. She choked with sobs and admitted her mistake: "I was wrong. I will never run around again."

Those ladies really felt that this child was obedient, but needed more education in etiquette. What a crying child.

But Becky didn't think she was at all wrong, she was just scared.

Just now, this child was running around as if he had seen a ghost. He fell down after just a few steps, then got up and continued running.

It attracted a lot of attention along the way.

Seeing her child like this, the mother couldn't help but patted her child on the back and prepared to take her to change into new clothes, hoping that she could make it to the next banquet.

After the mother and daughter left, the men in the family were also anxious within the palace.

Bemon and several nobles gathered together to smoke cigarettes. There were several s in this gorgeous palace that seemed huge from the inside.

The number of people in these s varies, their positions are different, and their personalities may not even be the same.

In each there are a few or a dozen people who are relatively closely related, or in other words, everyone in the palace is closely related.

Beimeng was smoking while listening to the people around him saying the right things.

The speaker now was a second-class marquis, who spoke passionately and fiercely: "Do you know how hard our Majesty worked? Anyway, I have heard that during the war, His Majesty never slept."

"Yeah, it's really hard."

There were echoing voices all around.

Listening to the Second Marquis, he continued: "Of course, our army is also good, and their bravery is also the key reason for this victory. But! The army is also led by our great Majesty, isn't it?"

"Yes! Long live the king!"

I agree again, this is the most correct thinking.

Then, the second-class marquis stood directly on the table and shouted: "Everyone, do you think this is true?"

"Yes! That's so right!"

The response this time was not just from this small , almost all s were shouting.

Beimen felt very uncomfortable. He was wondering how this group of people heard his voice, or that this group of people were just in high spirits, it didn't matter what they were.

The most likely explanation is that everyone understood what was said.

But Beimeng wasn't that interested. He was reflecting on Yu Lian's warning.

His eyes turned back and forth and stopped at the smallest , where there were two businessmen.

"Sir Bemon?"

Someone asked suddenly, and this sentence reminded Bemon that he was still in the middle of a scene.

Bei Meng came back to his senses immediately and found the person who asked the question. He was a third-class waiter in the same .

"Um?"

"Your Excellency, have you not rested? Judging from your condition, you must have worked too hard. I have to give you some advice. Even for the sake of our King, you should take care of your health."

The third-class marquis was very envious, as if he regretted that he was not so tired.

"Yes, yes, I've been too tired recently." Bemon responded casually. He thought for a moment and then blurted out: "Everyone, I heard that His Majesty invited two free people here. Is there such a thing?

"

As soon as these words came out, the mood around him was obviously not right, and several people in the looked disdainful.

The Second Marquis who spoke earlier snorted and said: "Someone must have told your Majesty some nonsense, so that your Majesty had to call such a person. I can feel your Majesty's helplessness. After all, our Majesty is kind and will never do anything."

Will reject other people's proposals, he, he is like a father..."

The second waiter was about to cry.

After careful logical analysis, Bemon believed that this sentence was not correct. After all, the second-class prince was already over fifty years old, and His Majesty the King was only twenty-six years old because he had just taken office a few years ago.

It's not appropriate to identify your father so blatantly.

There are many people who think the same as Bemon and have uncertain faces.

As for the second-class marquis who recognized his father, he also noticed it. He quickly explained for himself: "Your Majesty is like a father who always cherishes his wayward children. He is kind and kind."

What he actually wanted to say was that the king was soft-hearted and kind-hearted, but something didn't sound right.

In the awkward moment, Yu Lian came in from nowhere and joined the . As soon as he entered, he was confused by the weird atmosphere and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Suddenly someone on the other side of the palace stood on the table and shouted: "Everyone! Am I right?"

"right!"

The whole palace echoed, and the sound was so loud that it seemed like the palace was being demolished.

After the quarrel, each continued its own topic.

Yu Lian said to several people: "You guys should go around and share your opinions with others."

"It's Mr. Yu Lian! What you said is so right."

The people in the nodded, then separated and blended into other s.

Beimeng was stunned at first, then thought about it, picked up the wine glass and walked towards the small of merchants over there.

Yu Lian saw Beimeng gone and breathed a sigh of relief, then went up the stairs at the corner.

The businessman's was really small, with only six people surrounding it, but this time it suddenly became seven people.

The two guys, who were obviously dressed differently from the people around them, were beaming with joy, laughing so excitedly that they didn't know where to put their hands.

Bemon could see that the clothes of these two free people were obviously learned from the nobles, but there were some things they were not allowed to wear, so although they were similar, they were still different.

He looked up and down at the two people. Although both of them were smiling flatteringly, he could still tell the difference.

One of them has an intelligent and upright look, while the other is as clever and cunning as a mouse.

The rat-like businessman hurriedly asked: "Are you the second-class Lord Bei Meng? I am very happy to see you at the banquet."

He was very excited, and the enthusiasm rushed to his face.

Beimeng thought for a while, and finally made up his mind to reach out and shake hands with this man, but he had only one hand, and the other man held it tightly with two hands.

Then, the man held his hands and said, "My name is Wu Peng, hello, Mr. Beimeng."

Beimeng nodded slightly. The more he felt that he shouldn't come, he was a little disgusted with such a low-brow look.

But the etiquette cannot be less and shake hands with another person.

The taller businessman stretched out a hand miserably. Although he looked excited, it didn't look too flattering at all. Instead, it looked like some kind of victory.

This surprised Beimeng, and he thought that the other party did not give him the respect he deserved.

The man introduced himself: "Hello, Your Excellency, I am..."

Before he finished speaking, the entire palace went crazy, cheers were everywhere, and everyone looked upstairs with awe.

On the second-floor platform that was nearly ten meters high, a young king in luxurious clothes stood with his princess, holding a golden cane and waving to the people downstairs.

The group of nobles downstairs were about to cry. They were extremely excited.

The king's eyes scanned downstairs, paused briefly at the merchant, then looked back and waved.

Bemon caught this moment of pause and asked the tall businessman who was still holding his hand: "What's your name?"
Chapter completed!