Each pavilion has a large round table with ten stools, with delicious wine and delicacies on it. It should not be long and the heat is still ventilating.

After sitting down one after another, more than ten monks from some cities came and would form a table with the people nearby.

When everyone took their place, a group of women in dance clothes slowly walked out of the snow forest, wearing ribbons, and were dressed in extremely brightly. They whirled and danced in the melodious and light music, floating like returning home as if riding the wind.

These dancers are raised by the state master's palace. Everyone has a certain level of cultivation. They can fly to the sky and make beautiful moves that mortal dancers cannot do. The dance effect is naturally far better than that of mortal dancers.

The accompaniment music is also different from the market music, and it is more ethereal, as if it can penetrate the hearts of the people.

In this pavilion filled with snow and the cold plum blossoms in the courtyard, monks from all over the city picked up food and drank, stopped chatting from time to time, or focused on enjoying the moving dance outside the pavilion. The maids shuttled under the corridor, traveling between the pavilions, serving dishes of color, fragrance and flavor.

This scene is really enjoyable and makes people enjoy it.

Not long after, the ladies and ladies from the powerful and noble families in Lan Xuezhou were also invited to attend and appeared in groups in another large attic not far from the pavilion corridor, with beautiful and tender words and fragrance all over the garden.

Even though he was practicing wholeheartedly and thinking about how to break through quickly, Shui Qingyang was temporarily immersed in the comfort in front of him. He poured wine and raised his glasses from time to time, looked at the singing and dancing outside the pavilion, and took the opportunity to let himself rest. Even Song Yuhu didn't hear him talking to him.

Jiang Mengyin quipped, "I'm just saying, how come a person has no hobby? Could it be that the Shui Schoolmaster loves this?" He pointed the group of dancers with his slightly pointed chin.

Tao Ling also rarely joked: "City Lord, our water lieutenant is usually too hard. When you go back this time, you might as well choose a singing and dancing team to give it to the water lieutenant."

Jiang Mengyin: "No matter how enough one piece is enough, at least seven or eight pieces, it's not easy to get tired of it when you change it every day."

As soon as these words were said, everyone at the deskmate laughed, even Mu Shengnan was no exception. Of course, this woman probably meant most of the disdain.

"The long gorge was originally Shangqing Yi, and once chased the immortals and brought Yuzhi. Whenever they went to the garden, they would sing and sing the sound of the steps together." Without caring about the teasing around them, Shui Qingyang murmured and said softly, and the youthful time appeared in front of him.

Because of a family change, he and his sister ended up helplessly. In order to get out of trouble one day and live a good life, he relied on the relief funds to study hard. The books in the classroom were not counted, but he also read the books at home many times.

I didn't expect that my fate was so bad that I now have a different relationship with my sister, and I don't know if I can go back.

Thinking of this, Shui Qingyang sighed sadly, raised his glass and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and his previous comfortable mood suddenly disappeared.

"Good poems, good sentences, I didn't expect that the Shui School Commander had such talented people." Two young men walked into the pavilion and heard the poems Shui Qingyang read, and they all shouted loudly.

Song Yuhu kicked Shui Qingyang under the table, reminding this guy to be careful.

The two young men who came here were the top heroes of the Jiang family faction in Lan Xuezhou. One was named Wang Kun and the other was named Su Heng. They were both from the four major families.

During the party a few days ago, the two of them showed up briefly. In Song Yuhu's eyes, such characters are not comparable to He Meimei and cannot be neglected.

Jiang Mengyin had already stood up to introduce both parties. Seeing this, Shui Qingyang, Yan Ping and others had to stand up and greet each other.

Wang Kun and Su Heng were both very polite, without any intention of making a dilemma because Shui Qingyang and others were not sociable a few days ago. At the level of the two, they had already opened up a gap with ordinary aristocratic families. They were not afraid of you having a temper, but they were afraid of you being incompetent.

In fact, the two were quite curious about Shui Qingyang's behavior of practicing wholeheartedly.

Generally, people with this personality are not very good at strategizing, and the most people are strong, but judging from the news they receive, Shui Qingyang is obviously not.

The two sat in the empty seats and chatted casually.

Although Shui Qingyang was not very excited, he looked at the table of people, Yan Ping and the other two were not talkative people. Song Yuhu could only talk about some romantic love, but An Dawei could do it. Unfortunately, Wang Kun and Su Heng were obviously not interested in him, and Jiang Mengyin and Tao Ling deliberately watched. There was no way. In order to prevent embarrassment, Shui Qingyang had to chat with him.

Who is he? In order to attract business in his previous life, he has experienced such incidents countless times. It is okay for him to chat with others for three days and three nights, and there is always a topic that can be followed.

After chatting for a long time, while Shui Qingyang was drinking, Wang Kun and Su Heng looked at each other and nodded secretly.

A person who talks loudly will not take it seriously, but although Shui Qingyang is eloquent, his language is not frivolous. He has a kind of old and sharp experience and practice for a long time. This is what surprised the two of them the most.

It’s not clear what other aspects are like, at least this young man does have the goods in his stomach.

At this time, Wang Ribo, He Meimei and others also walked through the corridor and walked over. Wang Kun and Su Heng had to contact others and didn't stay for a long time.

As soon as the two left, Shui Qingyang returned to his quiet appearance and would say hello to others. As for He Meimei, he was directly ignored by him.

He Meimei felt angry, but before she could have had an attack, Jiang Mengyin had already stopped her in advance, making He Meimei unable to find an opportunity.

In the kitchen backyard on the left side of the Snow-Watching Garden, Gui Dongtang looked around, opened the bottle stopper, and sprinkled the powder in the bottle into a glass of wine.

After a little shake, the powder melted. Gui Dongtang put away the bottle, put the cup back on the tray, and ordered the maid holding the tray: "I asked the manager, you are responsible for the table Yuzhaocheng. Remember, hand the cup you just now to a boy in green clothes. Do you understand?"

The maid's face turned pale. Even if she didn't know what the powder was, she knew it was definitely not a good thing. She said in fear: "Mr. Gui, this..."

Gui Dongtang said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, just do it. Don't be smart for me, I will look at you from afar. Don't worry, nothing will happen. Otherwise, if you give me up, I will be in trouble, right?"

The maid was cold all over when she was seen by Gui Dongtang. Under his threat, she had to nod her head tremblingly and leave with a tray.

"Shui Qingyang, even if I can't kill you this time, I will tear down a bunch of your bones!" Looking at the maid's back, Gui Dongtang smiled sinisterly.

Of course he would not put any poison, otherwise he would only implicate the entire state lord. Rules are rules. No matter how fierce everyone fights on the surface, it is okay. If someone is killed, the Immortal Dynasty will definitely take great action in order to maintain its majesty. Gui Dongming reminded him many times.

Unless it is in an unknown place and clears all the relationship. But that situation is too rare and Gui Dongtang cannot create it, but he has other means of revenge.

Outside an octagonal pavilion in the snow-watching garden, Ma Kongyu, Ye Xuhuan and Qian Qiaoqiao were strolling for a walk, but in fact they were communicating in a low voice.

"You mean, the medicine Gui Dongtang asked you to find was prepared for Shui Qingyang?" Qian Qiaoqiao looked at Ye Xuhuan in amazement.

Ye Xuhuan nodded with grinning: "I asked casually just now, and he revealed the truth. After preparing to take medicine, he would ask Shen Xinghe's wife out, and then..."

Shen Xinghe, whom he mentioned, was one of the six major fruit lieutenants of the Jiang family faction. He had a high position and was powerful and could be called the Dinghai Shenjian of the Jiang family faction in Lan Xuezhou.

Although the Jiang family faction has retreated step by step in recent years, due to the existence of Shen Xinghe and others, they can at least resist it, which shows the importance of the other party.

Many monks in Lan Xuezhou know that Shen Xinghe and his wife have a close relationship and have never married a second wife for many years. If Gui Dongtang's plan were based on Gui Dongtang's plan, wouldn't Shui Qingyang be demolished into bones?

Qian Qiaoqiao stretched her neck, looked in the direction of Shui Qingyang, and whispered: "Do you want to notify that bastard? I wish he would die, but I was afraid that before that guy died, he would shake our affairs out and drag us into the water together."

Ye Xuhuan was also hesitant, and finally both looked at the silent Ma Kongyu.

Ma Kongyu thought for a long time and gritted his teeth: "Our confession document is still on him. Once he is caught by Shen Xinghe, it will definitely be leaked."

Ye Xuhuan and Qian Qiaoqiao looked at each other and thought of this fatal handle. They looked ugly and felt like swallowing stool.

I obviously wish that guy would die, but now I still have to send him a reminder. Is there anyone who is cheaper than them?

"Where are you doing? Come and drink with me." The three of them were about to take action, but Gui Dongtang walked over and without saying a word, dragged Ma Kongyu back and greeted Ye Qian and the others.

Qian Qiaoqiao's pupils suddenly shrank slightly because she saw a maid walking into the pavilion where Shui Qingyang was, and wanted to remind the other party that it was too late.

In the garden pavilion, Song Yuhu held the small wine glass in his hand and asked the maid: "There is obviously wine on the table, why is your state lord's mansion doing this more than anything?"

While taking out the small wine glass from the tray, the maid lowered her head and said, "This is a special amber wine, which is sweet and mellow in nature. The state master specially ordered that each adult who came this time will have a glass."

Song Yuhu looked at other pavilions, and saw that some other maids were also cooking wine, so he stopped asking anything more.

Shui Qingyang was not very interested and didn't care about this kind of thing.

As soon as the maid left, Jiang Mengyin took the initiative to pick up the amber wine and signaled everyone to have this cup together: "This amber wine is really good. In previous years, I would also drink one cup when I reported my work. It is considered a feature of Lan Xuezhou."

The city lord had to give face, including Shui Qingyang, who also picked up the small cup. After everyone clinked the cups, they all raised their heads to drink. An Dawei even called out the good wine. The others also had their eyes glowing and felt the wonderful taste of amber wine.

The dance music continued, and the people in each pavilion drank for three rounds, and their interest was getting higher and higher, and laughter was constantly everywhere. Many monks began to chat with the pavilion, chatting with acquaintances from the same faction, and finding unfamiliar people to get in touch with each other.

Some monks in the same city in the pavilion belong to different factions, so they even take care of themselves.

But no one knew that Shui Qingyang, who was sitting in the pavilion, suddenly felt hot all over his body, and an indescribable impulse surged onto his lower abdomen, causing his blood to accelerate.
Chapter completed!