Chapter 219 Night Banquet at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest

Guo Baokun walked to his seat and looked at the crowds in the hall, a little lost in thought. Although the night banquet in the Hall of Prayer seemed ordinary, Guo Baokun knew that the eldest princess Li Yunrui had already set up a trap for Zhuang Mohan to spend his whole life.

He wanted to slander Fan Xian with his reputation, hoping that Fan Xian would be ruined and never recover. But how could Li Yunrui know that Fan Xian was a cheater? He was carrying five thousand years of civilization in this world, hoping to use it

What's the use of Zhuang Mohan falsely accusing Fan Xian of plagiarizing a poem? Fan Xian has countless poems and articles in his mind. A single poem can turn the tables, so the eldest princess Li Yunrui's plan was destined to be...

If the bamboo basket was empty, Zhuang Mohan's lifelong reputation would be ruined this night, and all of it would be given to Fan Xian as a stepping stone.

"Mr. Shu!" Fan Xian looked at Zhuang Mohan, who was holding a painting in his lap and with a silent and serious face. Fan Xian went to bow and greet him. After all, could he be the leading figure in the literary world of Mingdong and the great Wenzong master in the world?

Fan Xian felt that he could not afford to offend Fu, the common idol of all scholars, so he bowed obediently and was extremely respectful.

However, Zhuang Mohan lost his previous etiquette and ignored Fan Xian. Zhu Qi passed by Fan Xian as if he didn't see anything, without the slightest pause, and sat down directly towards his seat without any expression.

Fan Xian couldn't help but touch the tip of his nose, wondering if Fan Xian was someone who liked to salute the most. Even if he met Emperor Qing, he would be able to do so. Mingyue took the initiative to salute but was ignored by Zhuang Mohan. Fan Xian was somewhat disappointed.

Xian felt a little unhappy.

Fan Xian looked at Zhuang Mohan's red hair, thinking about the tradition of respecting the old and being cruel to the young, and comforted himself awkwardly. He was not as knowledgeable as the old man, but he felt faintly in his heart that Zhuang Mohan seemed to be hostile to him.

, otherwise a literary giant would not do such a rude thing.

Fan Xian turned his head, thinking about Zhuang Mohan's attitude toward himself. He had a hunch that tomorrow night's banquet would not be as peaceful as he imagined, and he couldn't help but cheer up. Fan Xian was very careful, and then

He sat down and looked at Guo Baokun, who had already arrived, and saw that he kept looking at him and Zhuang Mohan.

Fan Xian opened his mouth slightly and silently said something to Guo Baokun.

Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian's spoken words and knew whether Fan Xian was asking him. Did he know why Zhuang Mohan had wronged him for such a cold attitude? Guo Baokun nodded, indicating that he knew, but he did not use the pass to Fan Xian.

Explanation of the art of sound.

Guo Baokun stretched out his right leg and pressed it slightly to the east, signaling Fan Xian to calm down and wait for things to develop. There is no need to be impatient.

Fan Xian knew what Guo Baokun meant and didn't make any expression. He just walked calmly on the spot, waiting for the night banquet to begin.

After a while, the entire night banquet was already filled with guests. Emperor Qing also appeared and took the main seat. He missed everyone and talked about the opening ceremony. Is this really a rule that is common in every world? Master

When holding a banquet, you must have a good start. In fact, this is all nonsense.

Fan Xian paid no attention to Emperor Qing's speech, and concentrated on eating the delicious food in front of him. He ate to his heart's content, completely ignoring the disdainful looks cast on him by the people around him.

Emperor Qing looked at Fan Xian's behavior in the east and frowned slightly. Although the banquet was an event where the host and guest had fun together, but when the host and guests were talking, Fan Xian's behavior was indeed a bit rude. Emperor Qing

Although he was unhappy in his heart, he kept his face straight and continued chatting with the ministers, especially Zhuang Mohan and Yun Zhilan.

Zhuang Mohan and Yun Zhilan are the most noble people in the Northern Qi and Dongyi missions, and Yun Zhilan even carries his own weapons around his waist. I want to know if there are rules for meeting the emperor. No one can bring weapons with him.

In the palace, Yun Zhilan relented and broke the rules. Just because Yun Zhilan was the first disciple of Grand Master Sigu Jian and represented Sigu Jian's face, no one could let Yun Zhilan untie the sword.

Everyone in the inspection institute was all pumped up and staring at Yun Zhilan, fearing that he would do something extraordinary during the night banquet. They were especially worried that Yun Zhilan would mistakenly assassinate Emperor Qing, even outside the palace.

With Hong Sixiang, the great master that everyone guessed, guarding him, he was somewhat uneasy. Zhuang Mohan's status as a literary figure was even higher than that of Yun Zhilan. Although the Qing Kingdom was founded by force, martial arts

Feng Qiang was strong, but he was a little worse in terms of martial arts. Emperor Qing naturally knew that Ma was fighting Tiandong and Ma Dong was ruling Tiandong, so Mohan's enthusiasm in Cuozhuang was higher than that of Yun Zhilan.

Emperor Qing endured Fan Xian's rudeness for a long time. He lowered his eyes and suddenly had an idea flash in his mind. He stretched out his legs to signal Fan Xian to come forward.

Fan Xian was enjoying his meal and did not notice the movement in the palace at all. It was not until Xin Qiwu next to him tugged on Fan Xian's sleeves with his legs that Fan Xian raised his head and looked at Xin Qiwu in confusion, his eyes filled with confusion.

There was a hint of doubt, as if he was asking Xin Qiwuqiu what he was doing.

"Bi Dongzhao, I have been waiting for a long time to answer you. It would be rude not to ask!" If Xin Qiwu could help it, he wouldn't want to pull Fan Xian's clothes on that occasion, but the big shots at the head were all watching.

Looking in the direction of himself and Fan Xian, Fan Xian was not aware of it, but Fan Xian had long been unable to stand the gaze of everyone. If the pressure was too great, it would disturb Fan Xian's elegance.

, informed Fan Xian in a low voice.

When Fan Xian heard this, he raised his head and looked at him. Sure enough, everyone was looking at him. Emperor Qing, the prince, the second prince and the eldest princess, Zhuang Mohan and Yun Zhilan, and even Guo Baokun were staring at Fan Xian. It can be seen that at this time

, Fan Xian is so eye-catching, he is simply not the central figure in a normal banquet, everyone is looking at him in surprise, really can't believe that Fan Xian is so bold, so that even the aloof Emperor Qing eats it.

Deflated.

Some of the people at the banquet had expressions of relief, some were worried about Fan Xian, but there were also some who were unfazed. However, Fan Xian was not nervous at all. He took out his leg silk from his sleeve and wiped it carefully.

With his lips and legs, he stuffed the leg silk back into his sleeves, then slowly stood up and walked towards where Emperor Qing and others were.

Fan Xian came to the middle and stopped, bowed and saluted Emperor Qing, "Your Majesty, what do I want from him?"

"Yun Zhilan, do I know who he is?" Emperor Qing pointed at Fan Xian and asked Yun Zhilan.

"I don't know, this is the first time I've met that gentleman in the east! He seems to be young. Is he a hero in your country?" Yun Zhilan took a careful look at Fan Xian. If he really didn't have any impression, he turned to Qing Qing.

The emperor confirmed Fan Xian's identity.
Chapter completed!