Everyone here is no longer a child, so they naturally understand the importance of respect and etiquette.
When the banquet began, the princes and generals from all walks of life were naturally eating and drinking, changing cups and cups, and they were very happy. There were also dancers dancing on the dance floor, making it a happy scene.
However, Liu Ji, who was sitting alone, felt restless.
Xiang Yu spoke very little, but even if he didn't say anything, he absolutely controlled the entire banquet.
At this time, speaking less is not a sign of caution, but a sign of arrogance and contempt.
Liu Ji is a smart man. Whether it is the allocation of seats, the looks of Xiang Yu's two younger brothers and sisters, or the attitude of the princes, everything makes him feel a little subtle.
After taking a sip of wine, he saw Fan Zeng sitting opposite him. He seemed to be holding something in his hand and was playing with it. From time to time, he would raise it in the direction of Xiang Yu, but Xiang Yu didn't seem to notice, or maybe he
Didn't want to pay attention.
Even so, Fan Zeng continued to hold it up.
Liu Ji couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
Although there was a dance floor separating him, he was only a few meters away from Fan Zeng, so he could naturally see clearly what Fan Zeng was lifting back and forth.
It's Yujue.
Yujue, a gentleman has the ability to make decisions.
At this time, Fan Zeng raised his hand back and forth at Xiang Yu. It was self-evident what he wanted Xiang Yu to do.
Liu Ji swallowed his saliva and felt a chill on his neck. He couldn't help but squint his eyes to observe the reactions of the three people in the west seat. He saw Zijuan drinking wine one sip after another, and Xiang An also lowered his head and concentrated on eating.
, did not pay attention to him, but Xiang Yu's eyes wandered, looking at the entire camp.
Looking at Zhang Liang again, Liu Ji found that Zhang Liang and Han Xin were chatting happily, drinking while chatting.
Everyone chatted in a low voice because Xiang Yu didn't speak loudly.
This is the situation, Xiang Yu is already completely in charge.
Everyone in the center, except for Zhang Liang and Han Xin, did not speak, and they were eerily quiet.
Xiang Yu spoke, and the person asking the question was Liu Ji. Liu Ji thought that Xiang Yu was going to deny the agreement that day in Xutai, but he didn't expect that Xiang Yu was just chatting about family matters. He suppressed his thoughts and seemed to respond calmly.
strangeness.
Really strange.
What exactly is this intended to do?
It was obvious that Xiang Yu had done nothing so far, he just greeted Liu Ji with a few words of normal greetings, but Liu Ji was already in a mess and sweating profusely.
Xiang An had just finished chewing a leg of lamb, and his mouth was full of oil. He and Xiang Yu looked at each other, and Xiang Yu nodded slightly.
With a wave of his hand, Xiang An motioned to the panicked dancers to step back. The princes and generals here were all accompanied by blood on the battlefield all day long. Although these dancers were still dancing, they were probably too panicked for a long time.
The dancer retreated, but Xiang Yuya's father Fan Zeng's eyes lit up, he stretched his right hand back and waved silently, and saw a young man jumping out from behind.
The princes were all a little confused, why did this young man come out? What was the purpose of wearing a sword?
Xiang Yu took a deep look at Fan Zeng and didn't say much.
"Xiang Zhuang, why are you moving forward?" he asked, causing Xiang Zhuang to freeze up as he rushed out.
Xiang Zhuang is also a descendant of the Xiang clan, but he is considered a very peripheral member of the clan. He is not very familiar with Xiang Yu, but he only has a small military position under Xiang Yu.
"Hahahahaha." A burst of old laughter came, and the princes looked over and saw that it was Fan Zeng's laughter.
He cupped his hands towards Xiang Yu: "We are all rough men who wield swords and guns. General Pi knew that the elegance of the dancer was only for people above the temple, so he asked the dancer to retreat. Although she was pure, this
The banquet is a little less lively, isn’t it?”
The princes who didn't understand why nodded. Although the dancer was beautiful, she was not suitable for them and the occasion.
"In that case, why not bring some, suitable for your generals' entertainment."
Fan Zeng stood up, with a smile on his face, and gestured to the princes.
Liu Ji looked at Fan Zeng, who was smiling but not smiling, and felt vaguely bad in his heart.
Han Xin sat on the east seat, holding his chin in one hand, with an expression on his face as if he was watching a good show. On the other hand, Zhang Liang beside him looked worried.
"May I ask Master Fan, what kind of entertainment is this?" A general was curious, cupped his hands, and asked Fan Zeng.
"For you and me, it's all about marching and fighting." Fan Zeng chuckled and stroked his beard, "But now there is only a small camp here, so we can't march, so we just dance with ordinary swords to cheer up.
That’s fine.”
"My nephew's name is Xiang Zhuang. He is a younger brother of the general. His sword skills are superb." Fan Zeng walked to Xiang Zhuang's side, grabbed Xiang Zhuang's shoulders and said while winking at Xiang Zhuang.
"Today, I would like to invite all the generals to take a look."
After saying that, Fan Zeng stepped back with a smile and sat down in his seat.
Xiang Bo frowned, sat aside and glared at Fan Zeng silently.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Yu did not attack, but this old man did... When the second brother was still here, I advised the second brother to stay away from this old guy... No, it might be Xiang Yu.
Instructed...
In the midst of his thoughts, Na Xiangzhuang was unambiguous. He had already pulled out the sword with a cold light and started to dance the sword.
Regardless of how Xiang Zhuang's swordsmanship is used in actual combat, at least it is very enjoyable to watch at this banquet. He moves around and his skills are astonishing. He is indeed a good swordsman.
But there was one person who felt that this sword dance had a murderous intention coming towards him.
This person is Liu Ji.
The space on the dance floor is not large, but it is definitely not small. It is definitely more than enough space for one person to dance a sword.
But when Xiang Xiangzhuang danced his sword, his steps were shaky and headed towards Liu Ji.
Zhang Liang's pupils shrank, and his mind sank for a moment. After connecting to the thought key pattern, he began to gather magic power.
If Fan Zeng's plan could no longer be seen, Liu Ji and the people around him would be fools.
Suddenly, Liu Ji felt his eyes flash, and a cold light was slashing towards him. He tensed his muscles, exerted force on his hands, and moved back to avoid Xiang Zhuang's sword edge.
His body was covered in cold sweat. Liu Ji gasped for breath. He looked at Xiang Zhuang in horror, only to find that Xiang Zhuang continued to dance his sword as if nothing had happened. The princes seemed to have noticed something, and they all
He put away his voice and quietly looked at the flashing sword light on the dance floor.
He wants to kill me, he wants to kill me!
Liu Ji clutched his chest, his pupils trembling slightly.
No one can remain calm in the face of death that has no will to die.
Xiang Zhuang was dancing, and suddenly he struck out with his sword again towards Liu Ji.
"General!"
Zhang Liang gritted his teeth and planned to use magic to completely fall out with Xiang Yu.
No matter what, let’s save the general’s life first!
Ping——
Before Zhang Liang could use his magic, he heard a crisp sound of gold and iron, and a man holding a sword stood between Liu Ji and Xiang Zhuang.
"It's boring to dance with a sword alone, I'll accompany you." Xiang Bo smiled tremblingly and looked in the direction of Xiang Yu.