At the side of the Changgan Bridge outside the south gate of Jinling City, Wei Cen, the deputy envoy of Privy Council, rushed over with light clothes. He just returned to the mansion and received an invitation for no reason. It was written by his immediate superior Privy Councilor Chen Jue.

Wei Cen naturally understood that the sudden invitation from the old brother must have a profound meaning. It was not just the invitation to tell the old friendship. After all, since Wei Cen betrayed Chen Jue and turned to Feng Yansi's party, there was a situation between him and Chen Jue. However, at this time, Feng Yansi was imprisoned, and the situation was different now. Even if he hesitated in his heart, he had to give Chen Jue this face.

At this critical moment, it is fortunate to be missing one person who can take advantage of the situation. Moreover, Chen Jue has a close relationship with the one in Jiuhua Mountain...

On a long corridor beside Changgan Bridge, Chen Jueguo refused to break his promise. He had already prepared more than ten tables of sumptuous wine and dishes with his maids and servants in the mansion, which made him very pompous. Each table of banquets was ten steps apart, accompanied by the breeze blowing across the warmth of the water. There were piles of delicious wines, and the singer and dancer stood there, which was extremely gorgeous and luxurious.

Many officials also came to join in the fun. After Wei Cen was led by several pretty maids to sit at a remote wine table, he glanced around and suddenly realized that most of the officials were Feng Yansi's guests on weekdays. It was these people who witnessed everything in the palace and stood beside him at a loss. They all showed concern for Feng Yansi, but at this time they were laughing and having fun and drinking, and the horror on their faces had already been waved...

After three drinks, Wei Cen endured the depression in his heart and was whispering casually to an official. A maid from Chen Jue came over quickly during the meal and whispered in a low voice: "Chen Zuo Xiang has a destiny. Please move over to the table. Chen Zuo Xiang wants to toast you personally."

Practice? Wei Cen frowned suspiciously, as if he was vaguely aware of something in his heart. At this time, the maid was standing in front of him and waiting. The host's owner had an invitation. Wei Cen could not refuse and could only leave the table and then bowed to everyone at the banquet there.

After all, Wei Cen was a powerful deputy envoy of Privy Councilor. The officials at the banquet did not dare to neglect them, so they stood up to greet him. Only Chen Jue, who was the highest-ranking, seemed unhappy and said, "Enter Wei, you and I work together. Today's banquet is also set up for you. It's not good if you don't have the same table as this one. Why did we eat our own food from the beginning?"

Isn't it because I was sitting there just now? Chen Jue ordered someone to guide me? Wei Cen was stunned. Although he cursed secretly in his heart, he still smiled and said, "I can't help but I don't know that the minister is holding a banquet in his busy schedule today, and it's just for me to practice it. I don't have the idea of ​​leaving Beijing..."

Chen Jue smiled and waved his hand and said, "Oh? Isn't Wei envoy going to Jiuhua Mountain? Could it be that the original person is distorted? It seems that the original person is self-indulgent. Thinking about it, if you, Wei Cen, want to leave Beijing, why would Feng Xiang not hold a banquet to see him off? Where is my turn to Chen Jue?"

Such obvious sarcastic words made Wei Cen's face suddenly become hot and his heart was gloomy. However, he saw that all the officials around him were drinking and talking happily, and seemed to care. He endured the humiliation and could only bow and reply: "Chen Qixiang was joking! Didn't you know that Feng Xiang had just suffered a great disaster now, so how could he hold a banquet for him?"

Chen Jue said lightly: "I forgot about Feng Xiang's affairs. Alas, I am old and I just don't have a memory... But then again, my Chen Jue's banquet is indeed not as rich as Feng Yansi's banquet, but the banquet of the original banquet is not something that everyone can eat. You Wei Cen doesn't like it, but someone loves it. Look, look how happy they eat..."

Wei Cen swallowed his saliva and was very embarrassed. Chen Jue was mocking his sudden rebellion in the past. Indeed, since then, the person who originally had a mutual understanding became a mortal enemy, and he no longer had the chance to become a member of Chen Jue's seat. What a sigh.

Wei Cen's mind was so painful that he didn't want to say much, so he could only vaguely evade and raise his glass to thank Chen Jue for laughing and toasting. Chen Jue gave him enough face. Although he was not nice to say, he was not bad in terms of etiquette. After raising his neck to drink the wine, he ordered the maid to fill another glass of wine.

"I really didn't expect that I first met you in Hongzhou many years ago. At that time, I was just a small army member. I didn't expect that today I was no longer Ameng, the Yangtze River pushed the previous wave. I am so old that I have become a fool. In the future, the Privy Council will have to be the envoy of Wei, you, who is as powerful as the prime minister, to take charge of major events."

Wei Cen smiled and said, "The Chen family is in trouble. How can you compare with you? You are like a towering tree, and you are like an ant under a tree. The wind and rain in the world still need to be covered by the wind and rain. What's the use of being a little bitchy? You should be stronger and stronger. This glass of wine will make your body healthy and longevity better than the southern mountains!"

Chen Jue stroked his beard and laughed: "You are still so good at talking! I still remember that before you got married, my father had drank with you all night. Even though you were young at that time, you were already happy to speak! Alas, I don't think about it anymore. Old and immortal are a thief, and sooner or later it will be disgusting, right? My father's only wish is to be able to serve His Majesty for a few years and do his best."

Of course, Wei Cen knew that these high-sounding words were nonsense, but Chen Jue clearly remembered that what he had with him many years ago was a bit surprised.

"It seems that the Prime Minister of Chen has always admired the Prime Minister of Wei for many years! There are often horses in a thousand miles, but there are not many Bole. If you can get a Prime Minister of Chen for a Bole, the Prime Minister of Wei will definitely have a bright future in the future, which is gratifying!" An official raised his glass and smiled.

Wei Cen was a little nervous. The more Chen Jue expressed his kindness to him, the more guilty he felt. No matter what Chen Jue meant today, he had betrayed Chen Jue for a while before, how could he join Chen Jue's account again? If he was a capricious person, how could he gain a foothold in the court if this was spread?

Chen Jue scolded the official who spoke, "What is this? I can't stand the Bo Le of the Wei envoy! I won't say much about the other emperors. From today on, I hope we can work hard and do the court's responsibilities well. This is the key. Come on, drink this cup with me!"

Wei Cen raised his glass and drank it all, and then kept silent. Chen Jue stared at it for a moment, slowly put down the wine glass and smiled: "Wei Envoy seems to have something urgent to do, so I won't leave you anymore. However, I still need to remind you that if you want to rush to Jiuhua Mountain, you need to make more preparations and don't start in a hurry. After all, the journey is long and you have to be more careful."

Wei Cen paused, then bowed his head and turned around and left.

Nowadays, the sound of silk and bamboos around him was playing, singing and dancing. Wei Cen sat on the big dark horse, listening to the rustling water of Changgan Bridge, inexplicably, the ruthless parting of the flowing water. Accompanied by the singing in his ears, the singing style was strange, like weeping and complaining, which was heartbreaking.

"The resignation is like wine, and I am drunk when I drink it all. I am afraid that the Yangtze River will be full of tears. I am not this generation, and I will give people nothing to my arms. When we meet again in the future, the breeze will shake the world..."

The singing was sad, and Wei Cen didn't want to listen too much. He grabbed the horse's belly and the dark horse accelerated and climbed up the official road quickly, but did not return to the city north, but turned straight south.

Seeing Wei Cen's figure gradually fading away, an official looked at Chen Jue's gradually cold face and couldn't help but lean into Chen Jue's ear and whispered: "Princess, do you really want to let him go to Jiuhua Mountain? Why should such an ungrateful person be so polite to him? Don't you know what he said just now is actually destroying you?"

Chen Jue sighed and asked in confusion: "What does this mean to destroy the true nature?"

"What are you a towering tree? He is just an ant under the tree... Isn't this a loss? What's this?" The official gritted his teeth and said angrily.

Chen Jue said in surprise: "Is this a harm to others? Why can't I hear the true appearance?"

"Although the big tree is tall, it is most afraid of ants eating. Let it be lush and green. A group of ants can eat the hollow, and the big tree will fall with a bang... Comparing you to a big tree, he compares himself to an ant, and he wants to chew you down..."

Chen Jue took a deep breath, clenched the wine glass in his hand, and said coldly: "So this explanation! What a Wei Cen! Haha, since he is still obsessed with it, don't blame him for not being missed with his old love..."

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