Many people came over with wine glasses and wanted to meet Xie Feng.
The main reason is that they are very curious about the origin of this young man who can stand next to Lord Shuiyun and sit on the throne!
This group of people surrounded Xie Feng, talking in all directions. Men and women, men and women, with low and high pitches, chattered so loudly that Xie Feng's head was buzzing.
These people are just trying to satisfy their own curiosity and are not making sincere friends at all. Xie Feng understands this and must not be used to them.
He didn't even stand up, he just sat like this, with a cold face, and said indifferently: "I don't drink, please come back!"
"Dean Xie, use tea instead of wine to make friends!" a man said with a smile.
"Dean Xie, how did you meet the clan leader?" A female elder blinked and asked curiously.
"Yes, tell me!" A male elder also echoed.
"You guys are very annoying!"
Xie Feng took a sip of tea and said impatiently.
If he had been elsewhere and was interrogated by this group of people with impure motives, his Beiming Fantasy Emperor fire would have been ignited long ago. He didn't get angry now because he was giving Mr. Shuiyun face!
To take a step back, even if he has nothing to do with Lord Shuiyun, with his current strength, he doesn't have to cater to anyone!
In a word, you are strong, you are powerful, and everything you do is right!
You can express your mood as you like, no matter how annoying it is, it’s annoying!
"What are we talking about? It's so lively."
A deep and playful voice floated over, and everyone looked back, smiling and returning to their respectful and serious expressions.
Mr. Shuiyun!
She came over and asked with a smile: "I just heard Xiao Xie say that he is very annoying, right?"
Thanks?
Everyone looked at each other with shock on their faces.
This kind of intimate tone rarely appears in the mouth of the clan leader...
This Xie Feng is indeed extraordinary!
Not only did the patriarch take the initiative to introduce him, but now he also defended him!
As soon as Xie Feng said she was annoyed, the clan leader came over, and while she was smiling on the surface, she was actually questioning him, with obvious dissatisfaction!
These smart-minded guys are wildly speculating on the holy will in their hearts.
They regretted coming here. Although Shui Yunjun, the leader of the Wen clan, has a stable temperament, if he is really angry, he will definitely kill a child with a sword!
"Clan leader, we just want to make friends with Dean Xie, don't be angry!" one person said with an awkward smile.
The patriarch said that Xie Feng is the dean of Danfeng Academy. The devil knows where this academy is. Anyway, let’s call it that!
Shuiyun Jun raised her phoenix eyes and said nothing. The ruler's aura made her not angry and intimidating, and everyone's scalps were numb, and they were so scared that they wanted to run away.
The surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point...
Xie Feng said: "Xie just dislikes the noise, let them disperse."
Lord Shuiyun said: "You guys, go back to your seats and sit down!"
"Yes! Yes!"
As if they had been granted amnesty, everyone dispersed in an instant.
They returned to their seats, and even after thinking about it, they couldn't figure out why the clan leader treated Xie Feng so politely?! He was annoyed when he said it was annoying! He left when he said it was annoyance!
Picture what?
Could it be...
Do you think he is strong?
But no matter how strong he is, he is still just a young man, and no matter how strong he is, he is not as strong as the mainstays of the Wen clan!
Does he look handsome?
This is even more ridiculous. The clan leader has seen Mo Yanghou’s demeanor when he was young. Who among the men in the world can she put in her eyes?
Why is that?
Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, why bother yourself!
Drink up!
These people's troubles went away as quickly as they came, and they started singing and dancing again.
The second floor is very prosperous with singing and dancing.
Everyone was watching the dance, chatting, or leaning on the railing to enjoy the scenery. Both the host and the guest were happy.
At this time, Yan Wuming stood up, raised his wine bottle, and said with a smile: "Today I rebuilt this thousand-year-old pavilion, and I am honored by you all and come to the banquet!
"Look at the surging water, the disturbance of clouds and mist, the presence of guests and hosts, people and things, how beautiful it is!
"Most of you are big figures in the literary world, and even the patriarchs are here in person. How about today, we make friends through literature and write an article to cheer up?!"
"I think it works!"
"Then let's wait for someone to show off!"
"We will definitely produce an eternal masterpiece here!"
"Lord Yan, how do you say it should be written?"
Everyone agreed. While they were talking, many people quietly glanced at a young man with their peripheral vision.
The seats on the second floor are arranged in the shape of "冂", with Shui Yunjun and Yan Wuming sitting in the most noble middle position.
The Wen clan respects the right, and on Lord Shuiyun's right are Xie Feng, Wen Sheng Yan Ru, Meng Xueshi, Xiao Tianzi and others.
To the left of Yan Wuming is General Wang and the general's wife. Next to the wife is the young man who is being quietly watched. He is Yan Wuming's son-in-law, Zhao Yu!
"Mr. Zhao, you have great literary talent. You will definitely shine today!"
"Yes, Mr. Zhao will definitely write the best masterpiece!"
"Maybe, Mr. Zhao can still be favored by Yan Ruwensheng!"
"Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Some people surrounded Zhao Yu and blew rainbow farts like crazy.
Zhao Yu responded with a decent smile, but he was secretly proud in his heart.
For this opportunity to become famous, he invited two literary masters to teach him for thirty years!
As the saying goes: After ten years of sharpening a sword, he now carries three swords and thinks he is invincible!
He had written this article many days ago, and he was just waiting for it to be a blockbuster today and shock everyone!
He is absolutely sure!
Someone asked: "Lord Yan, does this attic have a name?"
Yan Wuming said: "This was a noble private pavilion named Tengwang ten thousand years ago. Now that it is rebuilt, it will be named after Tengwang!"
Everyone applauded and cheered.
Yan Wuming quietly looked at Zhao Yu, who showed a confident smile.
"Then let's get started! Get pen and paper!"
Yan Wuming nodded with satisfaction, waved his sleeves, and two Chinese-clad bookboys came in from the door. They were holding an agarwood tray with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on it.
One of the bookboys went to the left and the other to the right, starting from the last one at the door, handing over the tray.
Anyone who wants to spend money can leave the tray behind!
These guests are all foxes with thousands of years of experience. They know like a mirror in their hearts that today is the stage specially prepared by Yan Wuming for Zhao Yu. They will not appear on the stage, but just cooperate in the performance.
Taking the seat on the right as an example, Shutong A brought paper and pen. These people knew Yan Wuming’s intentions and pretended to refuse.
The trays flow smoothly all the way from the last seat!
Until it is delivered to Xie Feng!
Book Boy A: "Please!"
Xie Feng bent his fingers and knocked on the table, signaling to put it down!
Shutong A was obviously stunned. What he just said was just polite. Why is this person so ignorant?
Everyone knows that this ink was specially prepared for Zhao Yu, don’t you know?!
"Ahem!"
Shutong A tilted his head and coughed quietly as a reminder.
Xie Feng frowned. Is there a chicken feather stuck in his throat? What are you coughing for?
He smiled slightly and tapped the table.
Shutong A glanced at Xie Feng and murmured in his heart, but he still put the tray down.