On the 15th day of the 47th year of King Ming of Jin, the feather tribe's hunting group entered the capital.

Prince Yimo led all officials to go out of the Zhuque Gate to welcome him personally, and invited envoys to the royal family's Leyou Garden, and many disciples from aristocratic families were accompanying him.

Zhi Shouzhen was also inside. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a jade hairpin on his bun. He knelt in front of a food table on the periphery, deliberately not wearing a sword to avoid attracting the attention of the feather tribe.

Prince Qiao sat behind him, with Zhou Chu on the right, Xie Xuan sat on his left head, and casually folded a jasmine flower in the flowerbed, inserted it diagonally on his clothes, looking at the pool of curved water surrounding him.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Xie, Brother Zhou..." Kong Jiuyan came over and greeted everyone meticulously. Kong Junzi followed slowly, staring at the corner of his eyes. The plan for the year was summer, and the little ladies were so light and transparent.

"Everyone, have you ever seen my thirteenth brother recently?" After a few greetings, Kong Jiuyan couldn't help asking, and there was a little anxiety between his eyebrows. After the shade festival, he stayed in Jiankang to look for his thirteenth brother, and it is still difficult to find the sounds.

Everyone shook their heads, and Kong Jiuyan became more and more worried. Although Xiao Shisan likes to make trouble, he is not so ignorant. Could it be that something really happened?

"Xiao An, I heard that you made an appointment with my cousin a few days ago. The two of them quietly traveled to Qinhuai at night?" Xie Xuan glanced at Wang Liangmi sitting in front and deliberately raised the sound.

Wang Hui and Wang Xian looked at each other, moved their knees quietly, leaned back slightly, and listened carefully. In the past few days, the erotic story of Yuan An and Xie Yongxu's private trip in the middle of the night has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Jiankang, becoming a hot topic in teahouses and restaurants.

It is said that Xie Yongxu went out yesterday and was thrown into rotten eggs by some dissatisfied women.

Zhi Shouzhen said helplessly: "Brother Big Mouth, I am just discussing swordsmanship. Don't listen to rumors in the market."

"It's not necessarily a reason for the groundlessness." Xie Xuan showed a wretched smile, "You have made an appointment with Qinhuai River in the middle of the night just to explore swordsmanship. Hehe, Xiao An, your ability to lie is not as good as your swordsmanship."

Wang Huishen nodded with consent. Wang Xian shook the mud-gold folding fan and shook it exaggeratedly. The four big words "I want to cover up and make it clear" were written on the fan.

Zhi Shouzhen's mouth twitched slightly: "Why should I deceive Brother Big Mouth? This is indeed the case."

"Okay, I believe you for my brother." Xie Xuan glanced at Wang Liangmi again and said in an ambiguous tone, "I believe that you are alone and widowed, and you did nothing but a sword contest in the middle of the night."

Kong Junzi stroked his beautiful beard and sighed: "When the dry firewood meets, it will be better than countless people in the world!"

Zhi Shouzhen looked at Xie Xuan: "If I did anything else, wouldn't I become your brother-in-law with a big mouth?"

Xie Xuan was stunned, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He grabbed the crystal crab bag on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yuan An wants to be the son-in-law of the Xie family? Wang Hui's eyes lit up and he whispered a few words to the disciples of the aristocratic family next to him. The man mysteriously told his neighbors to sit down. After a few moments, a hundred disciples of the aristocratic family began to spread wildly - "Yuan An and Xie Yongxu got married next month!"

These aristocratic families are at the outermost edge of the banquet, sitting in a circular shape and layer by layer. The food tables made by Lanzhu are all fresh and emerald green. From above, they look like the calyx part of a huge flower. The inner circle is the seats of the elders of the aristocratic families, which are also distributed in a circular shape and are surrounded by layers. The food tables are all made of vermilion red elixir, like blooming bright red petals.

This is the most fashionable Ruhua Banquet in the Jiankang family. The stamens inside are golden food tables polished by sun stone. All officials in the court sit in a straight face. Prince Yimo, Situ Wang Tingzhi, Sikong Pan Yangming, General Gao Qingyue, and more than a dozen feather tribes are standing in front of the mutton fat jade food table, located at the center of the entire Ruhua Banquet.

"Where is King Ming of Jin? Why didn't you come out to toast me?" Luan An pinched the bronze wine jue, turned his hand back and forth, ignoring the prince Yimo who stood up in front of him, raising his glass toast with him.

There was a silence all over the place, and all the officials frowned secretly. Yi Mo's expression froze and said, "The king is sick for more than a month and has difficulty moving. He is still resting in the palace. I hope he can understand."

"Oh—so that's it." Luan'anla spoke long and smiled, "I thought the King of Jin was looking down on me, the envoy of the Feather Clan?"

"The emperor misunderstood." Yi Mo held up the wine lord and stood there in a dilemma. However, when there were Taoist Dharma Assembly, the feather tribe patrols and other things that would damage the royal face, the King of Ming of Jin would always be unable to leave, so he, the prince, would take the blame.

"Misunderstanding?" Luan An sneered and pushed Jiu Jue down casually. The pink wine juice was splashed out and splashed on Yi Mo's four-clawed python robe. "Do you need me to go to the palace and visit King Ming of Jin in person?"

Yi Mo lowered his head, stared at the drops of wine that had slipped across the python robe, held Gu Jue's hand and clenched it tightly, and slowly let it go. "How dare you work hard and make a big move?" He swallowed his anger and said.

"Don't dare?" Luan An stretched out his hand and patted Yi Mo's shoulder hard, "From the original mission, you short-lived people are very brave!" This is the routine of the feather tribe's mission. He must first intimidate the foreign tribe and make things difficult for him to get the benefits. This time, Mr. Feng was with him. Although he did not understand the other party's purpose, it was always right to squeeze more money and respect him.

Ji Kang, who was far away, saw Luan'an's almost insulting actions, couldn't help but pat him, but was grabbed by Shan Tao, who was sitting next to him. "Brother Ji, bear the humiliation for a moment, and don't let the creatures suffer."

Ji Kang glared at each other: "You always bear it, bear it, bear it! Go and be a turtle with a head-reducing turtle!"

Shan Tao whispered: "Even if you want to vent your anger, you have to be justified. If you force yourself, you will only cause the court to suffer greater humiliation."

"These birdmen!" Ji Kang hesitated for a moment, sat down with hatred, grabbed the wine pot from his maid, and snatched his head and drank it hurt.

Most elders of aristocratic families turned a blind eye to this, ignored it, and buried themselves in drinking. Who would not see the Chongxuan Bureau not appear at all? Why should they even avoid the scenes that Taoist sects cannot avoid? The royal family has been quite restless recently, and just took the hand of the feather clan to knock it.

"These birds are very arrogant!" Xie Xuan curled his lips, "Is it amazing to have too many hairs?"

"There will always be a lesson for them." Zhou Chu held the silver chain gun around his waist, his eyes burning.

"What Brother Zhou said is exactly." Kong Jiuyan said sternly. All of these aristocratic families were young and strong, and they were quite angry. They were not angry with the feather clan. They could not disobey the clan's intentions. They had to deliberately eat melon seeds, bite fresh fruits, and throw the melon peels and shells everywhere.

"The emperor makes this statement worse." The clear voice sounds like cracking stones through the clouds, trembling and shaking the sky. Every time a word is said, the wine stains on Yimo's python robe will turn into a trace of mist, and the "sizzling" evaporates. When the last word "日", the wine in Yimo's cup evaporates and turns into a pink "天" character in the air, flying for a long time.

"Before the Great Way, there is only the difference between life and death. How can there be a difference between length and shortness?" Gao Qingyue's eyes were quiet and his steps were firm. He took the Jiu Jue from Yi Mo's hand and threw it on the ground. "Puff!" Jiu Jue entered without any soil, leaving only a bottomless small hole.

The children of the aristocratic families around the country couldn't help but burst into tears of thunderous applause.

Refining Xu He Dao! Luan An stared at Gao Qingyue, and his blue pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of coldness burst out: "How dare a mere foreign tribe of He Dao throw a cup in front of me?"

A sword cultivator of the Luan clan who was refining the spirit and returning to the emptiness suddenly stood up, and suddenly a cold came from all over. A sharp sword energy rushed out of his body. The air broke through the air waves that could be distinguished by the naked eye and shot directly into the gate of Gaoqingyue.
Chapter completed!