There are banquet tables made of antiques in the hall, arranged on the left and right sides of the hall. The walkway in the middle is paved with sapphire, and somehow it shines in the twilight. A group of more than 20 dancers dance gracefully to the music of bells and harps.
Moving, the gauze is whirling, the exquisite and embossed curves are looming, coupled with the soft expression, no song is better than sound.
Sitting at the head seat on the left is Zhao Junhong. Next to him is a tall man, less than thirty years old, with a calm demeanor, and his eyebrows are very similar to Song Zining's. It is the Song Zicheng they just mentioned.
Most of the seats in the main hall were full, and it looked like there were all kinds of people, no matter how familiar they were. This was a public place where the band performed, and the venue was not reserved for anyone. However, those who could sit in were direct descendants of the Song Dynasty, and at the very least they were powerful branches.
The Seventh Young Master of the Song Dynasty was famous for his love of beauties and fine wines, and was a frequent visitor to music studios everywhere. A servant had long seen him from a distance and ran over to guide him.
At this time, the singing and dancing in the venue were about to take a break, and the dancers divided into two sides and saluted to the left and right seats at the same time. There was a burst of cheers in the hall, and the men glanced at them up and down with bright eyes, making comments.
Qianye and Song Zining walked to an empty seat, and not many people noticed them at all. Song Zining swept towards the field, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said: "Are these the beauties trained by Zhiyuan? They are indeed interesting."
The servant leading the seat was about to say something when he turned around and saw another person hurriedly walking in at the door. He immediately smiled and said: "Seventh Young Master's eyes are as bright as fire. Look, Mr. Zhiyuan is here."
The person who came was a young man in his twenties, bright and cheerful. He was Song Zhiyuan, the youngest son of Uncle Gu Xun. And the girl Qianye met at the entrance of the arsenal was his compatriot sister.
After Song Zining introduced both parties, the three of them sat down together.
Song Zhiyuan spoke highly of the group of dancers he had trained, and immediately waved over two people to hold the pot and pour the wine. His attitude was very enthusiastic, and it was not because Qianye was just a guest warrior.
If you overlook it, it can be seen that the personal relationship between Song Zhiyuan and Song Zining should be quite good.
Qianye felt that the scene was a bit noisy, and his nose was filled with various aromas. The spices used by the Song Dynasty's singing and dancing girls were of course the best. They were all quiet, natural, subtle and moving, and were no different from the cheap perfumes used by women in taverns on the Evernight Continent.
On the same day, if you smell it for a long time, the lingering aroma will seem to penetrate deep into your bones, making you addicted.
Song Zining on the side was joking with the little beauty happily, and then several people turned the target of their teasing to Qianye.
The dancer with a purple dahlia in her hair stood with her back to Qianye, her soft waist bent down as if she had no bones at all. She held a bottle of wine steadily in her mouth and kept delivering it.
In front of Qianye Mouth.
Not only Song Zining and Song Zhiyuan, but also the people at the table next to them were cheering together. At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was getting warmer, and the group of dancers dispersed to each table, holding pots, and were trying their best to persuade people to drink, which caused a burst of excitement from time to time.
Laughter.
Qianye smiled, reached out and took the wine cup from Wu Ji's mouth, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Song Zining couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and said, "Did you ask for it?"
The dancer who handed the wine still maintained her posture, but at this moment she suddenly moved, her slender waist stretched slightly to the side, and she actually kissed Qianye's cheek, who was very close at hand.
Song Zining couldn't help but burst into laughter, put his hand on Qianye's shoulders and said, "Good brother, don't let this beauty down."
The lips of this dancing girl are very soft, and surprisingly there is not a strong foreign fragrance on her body. The first thing that hits her nose is the fragrance of the dahlia on her temples, lingering with a wisp of alcohol, stirred by the girl's lively breath, and mixed
It becomes a tone that makes people’s blood flow accelerate.
Qianye didn't hate this feeling, which was similar to being tipsy. He stretched out his hand to hold Mai Ji's chin and kissed her directly. Mai Ji let out a sound, and her soft waist moved back again, completely flattening her body.
Lying on Qianye's lap, she warmly welcomed him with her lips and tongue, and they were closely connected and intimately nurtured.
Suddenly, Zhao Junhong, who was sitting first, raised his head and raised the wine glass in his hand towards Song Zining.
Song Zining's eyes flashed, he raised his glass happily and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhao Junhong immediately turned away and started talking to Song Zicheng beside him.
This little move has actually fallen into the eyes of many people in the palace. Everyone who should know what happened between Song Zining, Song Ziqi and the Zhao brothers on the road to Wendao Manor in the afternoon already knows.
But even Song Ziqi, who had left someone to watch the whole process from a distance, couldn't tell what happened. The attendant only saw Zhao Jundu and Song Zining and didn't say a few words before Song Zining's guest warrior waved a
Before the two of them made any obvious moves, Zhao Junhong stretched out his hand to stop them, and then Song Zining and his guest warrior turned and left.
However, no one dares to easily judge friends and foes based on this. The fourth son of the Zhao family is famous for his bad character. Over the years, anyone who has heard about it knows that even if he is fighting with others, it is best not to get involved.
He will hit you first and then kill the opponent. In comparison, Zhao Junhong is simply a good person, he is just arrogant at best.
Therefore, although Song Ziqi failed to find trouble with Song Zining and suffered a clear loss, no one laughed at him for retreating so easily. If it were them, they would have no choice but to avoid it. Although normally, the disciples of the high-sect family would fight among themselves no matter what.
, they should all have the same surname to the outside world, but facing the Zhao brothers, few of the younger generation of the Song clan have such courage.
Song Zhiyuan whispered in Song Zining's ear: "Second Young Master Zhao, I have a special regard for you!" Song Zhiyuan had witnessed the grand occasion when Zhao Junhong came in before. It was an honor for the Second Young Master to look at you, let alone take the initiative to say hello.
Song Zining smiled and said nothing. In the current situation of the Song Dynasty, this kind of different view can only be a blessing and a curse. It just suppressed the incident that Zhao Jundu had inexplicably blocked the road before. It neither built up momentum for him nor caused him to be affected by it.
Zhao Junhong has always had a mediocre reputation, but after several contacts, Song Zining felt that this second son of the Zhao family should not be underestimated, his behavior was very measured, and he was definitely a man with a big heart.
At this time, Zhao Junhong stood up from the table and walked out of the side door alone. Song Zining also stood up and walked out of the hall.
Qianye let go of the dancing girl in his arms, stroking her long silky hair with his hands, turning his head to look thoughtfully. The dancing girl was panting, and her cheeks were on fire, like a pool of spring water.
Cling to him.
The moonlight is just right outside, and the force lamps are dotted in the courtyard with exquisite flowers and trees, and the soft light is like a veil hanging on the ground.
Song Zining walked to the end of an uninhabited path and saw Zhao Junhong's figure appearing. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Junhong, do you have something to say to me?" In the surrounding area, the autumn mood suddenly rose, and several fallen leaves circled and slowly fell.
, the realm of "Three Thousand Floating Leaves Jue" isolates internal and external sounds.
Zhao Junhong was not uneasy because he was standing in someone else's field. He smiled and said: "Zi Ning has achieved such achievements before he became a warrior. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person of this generation in the Song Dynasty. It is a pity that time is not there."
Over here."
Song Zining was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Brother Jun Hong, are you going to talk about me?"
Zhao Junhong said: "If you are interested, Zining, any of the legitimate daughters of the Zhao clan will allow you to be your wife, even Zhao Yuying is not impossible." Zhao Yuying was born in the Zhao clan's side clan, and her talent is said to be only in the fourth generation of the Zhao clan.
Under Young Master and Zhao Ruoxi.
A chill suddenly rose up Song Zining's spine, and cold sweat broke out on his palms. This was actually the third marriage invitation he had received this year. The proposers all ignored his noble marriage contract. However, that was not a good thing, and it meant
The proposer also ignored the will of the Song clan.
If the attitudes of several independent princes cannot explain anything, then the significance of Zhao Junhong's raising this matter is completely different. You must know that Zhao Yuying's status in the Zhao clan is now not lower than that of Song Zining in the Song clan.
Of course, when she came out for marriage, she didn't mean to marry her into the Song Dynasty. Zhao Junhong asserted so directly that he had no time, so there must be a reason for his words.
Song Zining was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "Second Young Master Zhao is so kind."
"This is what fourth brother meant." Zhao Junhong smiled as usual and said, "There are many things at home, and we will leave early tomorrow morning. Therefore, it is better to resolve the misunderstanding with Zining as soon as possible." He paused and said,
A trace of melancholy flashed between his eyebrows, and he said: "Fourth brother actually just hopes that Qianye will be safe. If he acted a little impatiently, please forgive Zi Ning."
Song Zining suddenly laughed, "Let me tell a story to Brother Junhong."
"About half a year ago, I helped Qianye kill one of his enemies, a major general commander of the Evernight Expeditionary Army. That was a civilian commander. Of course, that's what is recorded in the military files. In fact, he was the third member of the Huaiyang Wu Family.
Fang is the illegitimate son of the family."
At this point, Song Zining and Zhao Junhong suddenly turned their heads together, and Qianye was walking along the path.
Song Zining only nodded to Qianye, let him in, and then continued.
"That man built a city single-handedly, which shows that he is quite talented. Later, I don't know when he knew his life experience, and when he resumed contact with his family. Anyway, when we attacked him, the part under his jurisdiction
The transaction has a close connection with Huaiyang Wujia Sanfang."
Qianye was stunned when he heard this. Song Zining was talking about Wu Zhengnan.
"However, when his taboo transaction with the dark race failed and was investigated, the situation was not actually at its worst, but the third branch of the Huaiyang Wu family remained completely silent and cut off the transaction channels as quickly as possible.
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"The most interesting thing is that although the Huaiyang martial arts family's secret combat skills are nothing more than this, they still belong to the aristocratic family. However, he did not receive the inheritance from his family. Instead, in order to repair the hidden damage caused by the military expedition, he sought blood fusion from the blood clan. In the end,
Completely fallen into the dark side.”
After Song Zining finished speaking, there was an oppressive silence on the spot.
After Zhao Junhong's expression changed several times, he finally smiled bitterly and said, "I think I understand what you mean, Zi Ning."