Chasing King

On the day of the dinner party, Fengfu was full of people. Most of the celebrities in Beijing were invited to the banquet.

When Yan Sikong came to the door, he saw Xue Bo greeting the guests at the door. Seeing him coming, he warmly said, "thank you, Mr. Yan."

Yan Sikong looked around and said quietly, "can you tie the soul?" There are so many people coming here. If you let the wolf come out for a walk, I'm afraid it will frighten you to death.

Xue Bo chuckled: "master Yan, don't worry." He told the servants beside him, "take Lord Yan to the seat."

"Not right." Yan Sikong stopped, "I'm just a petty official. It's inconvenient for me to sit on the table. Let me find a place by myself."

"This..."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "if your son has any problem, I will explain it to him." Then he went straight into the mansion without waiting for Xue Bo to say anything.

At this time, it was early summer, and the climate was pleasant. The wine table was placed in the courtyard. Yan Sikong glanced around and saw an acquaintance, Zhou miaixing.

Zhou Fuxing was quite surprised to see him: "brother Yan, what a coincidence..." Most of the guests are high-ranking officials and nobles. Although Yan Sikong has just been promoted to the throne, he is not well-known. He is also invited, so he can't help but be surprised.

Yan Sikong also didn't explain, and said with a smile, "can I have dinner with brother Zhou?"

"Sit down, please." Zhou Mi Xing said, "well, I'd like to introduce you to you. This is the second son of the high family of the Qing of Dali temple. This is Mr. Zhang of Jinan Prefecture. He happened to return to Beijing to report his work. This is..."

Several people bow to each other.

"This is the most popular person in Beijing recently." Zhou miaixing patted Yan Sikong on the shoulder and said with a smile, "in May of flowers, the emperor reopened the Sutra feast. It's Yan Sikong's younger brother. On the Sutra feast, he was astonished by his talent and Chen Ning's appearance. Even the emperor praised him greatly."

"Oh, I've heard so much."

"I've heard that the virtuous younger brother is in the limelight above the Sutra feast. Even Shen Hexuan, who won three yuan in a row, is inferior to him."

Yan Sikong said humbly, "I'm not talented. I'm just a little poor at learning. I'm a tiger, a hidden dragon in the Imperial Academy. I'm really nothing."

"Modest, too modest, ha ha ha."

"I heard that my younger brother was promoted to be the prince's servant by elder Yan Ge?"

Yan Sikong said, "exactly."

Everyone's eyes brightened: "is the prince studious?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "the prince is very intelligent, quick and eager to learn. In time, he will become a sage." He knew that these people didn't care whether the prince was "studious" or not. They just wanted to find out some good materials from him.

They also want to continue to explore, are cleverly blocked by Yan Sikong back.

Just when Fengye appeared, the eyes of the guests in the courtyard were attracted by the valiant and wild wolf king.

Today, Feng Ye is wearing a lake blue suit with a rhinoceros belt around his waist. His black trousers are tied inside the golden silk brocade boots, which makes him handsome and straight. At a glance, he is ashamed of his skin.

Feng Ye first apologized to the guests and explained that he could not meet the guests because of his acclimatization and ill health. Then he expressed his thanks on behalf of King Jingyuan. His words were all right, but the pride that penetrated into the bone marrow could not be concealed even if he spoke humble words.

Feng Ye said, looking around.

Yan Sikong heard whispers around him, talking about Fengye's appearance, Jingyuan King's power and so on. His eyes could not help floating to Fengye.

When the two people's eyes meet far away, Yan Si pulls the corners of his mouth lightly to hide his smile. He knows that Feng Ye must be looking for him.

The dinner started, the dance music leveled off and the atmosphere was quite warm.

Yan Sikong, Zhou Fuxing and others are drinking wine, but his mind is not here. From time to time, he secretly takes a look at it and sees Feng Ye chatting with others.

Feng Ye was born and grew up in a military camp when he was a child. He was unrestrained and uninhibited with a man on the battlefield. He was obviously short of etiquette when dealing with affairs and talking. Sometimes he was straightforward and aggressive. Of course, red tape was not a good thing. There was nothing wrong with saying that he was not constrained by etiquette. But on the scene, Yan Sikong was more or less worried about his guests, but he would offend others.

But seeing that he seemed to be at ease, I felt a little relieved.

After a wave of dance music, Pei fan, the imperial censor of duchayuan, had a good wine in his stomach, and his poetry flourished: "poetry and wine, poetry and wine, there is poetry, there is wine, I propose, there is poetry, there is wine toast, how ah."

"Good!"

"Mr. Pei, come first!"

"I'll throw a brick to attract jade first." Pei fan was red with a smile. He held up his glass, shook it a few times, and chanted in a loud voice:

the spring breeze of silkworm leaves was blowing, and the dew of cangjia was rising. When the crane crows, the goose will be cold.

The moon mirror is like an open box, and the cloud tassel is like a crown. Qing Zun's preface to the banquet is more than happy.

"Good, good poetry!"

"Here, let's drink to Mr. Pei."

Pei fan made a start, and the literati and bureaucrats began to sing poems and fu one after another. They made friends with poems and wine. They really lived up to the beautiful time.When it was Yan Sikong's turn, Zhou miaixing coaxed: "let Yan Xiandi come to our table."

Feng Ye came over with his wine cup in his hand and looked at Yan Sikong with a smile: "I heard that Yan University is very talented. I'm looking forward to it."

"It turns out that Shizi has also heard of Lord Yan."

"Who hasn't heard of the holy praise on the feast." Feng Ye raised his glass to Yan Sikong, "please."

Yan Sikong arched his hand to the crowd with a smile: "I'll show you my ugliness."

"Please."

after thinking about the wine in the bottle, Xu Lang looks at the empty wine.

Green dragon in front of the mat, white tiger holding teapot.

Nandou gonggu se, Beidou blowing Sheng Yu.

Hanging dew into a curtain strategy, running star rotary Yu.

After a poem, everyone was amazed.

"It's a good time for us to have a good wine. We'll go straight to the sky after a pot of wine. Hahaha, beautiful poetry. It's really beautiful poetry."

"Good poem, Lord Yan really surprised me."

Yan Sikong said repeatedly, "you're welcome, you're welcome."

Feng yewei narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Sikong '.

"Lord Yan, I'd like to propose a toast to you."

"Brother Yan, come here. You have to drink this cup. On the 15th of next month, you can come to my family's moon feast."

"Lord Yan, I also respect you..."

Seeing that Yan Sikong was about to be drowned by toasts, Feng Ye pushed Yan Sikong to his side and took the wine in his hand: "ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid that Lord Yan will go out sideways."

"Ha ha ha, how come Shizi suddenly stopped drinking."

"Although I'm a military general, my father taught me to cherish my talents." Feng Ye said with a smile, "if I don't drink three cups on behalf of Lord Yan, the rest will be reserved for next time." Finish saying, also don't wait for those people to agree, drink the wine of Yan Sikong in one gulp.

Yan Sikong wants to stop him, but it's not as good as him. He thinks that Feng Ye can't drink as much as himself. How can he have the courage to stop him?

However, Fengye didn't allow others to talk at all. He quickly drank three cups of himself, and then looked at the crowd with a smile.

All the people who were interested in it retreated one after another. The young man was so powerful that it seemed that if he dared to move forward, he would bite.

After the crowd dispersed, Feng Ye's figure shook. Yan Sikong held him and sat down: "Shizi, are you ok?"

Feng Ye waved his hand: "just a few glasses of wine, why not."

Yan Sikong had no choice but to smile. She came to him and said in a low voice, "you don't drink as much as I do

Fengye feigned anger: "I help you block wine, you don't know how to be grateful, you dare to tease me?"

"No, No." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "take a sip of green tea and press down on the strength of wine." He poured a cup of tea for Fengye.

Feng Ye pushed away the tea: "no drink."

"You..."

Feng Ye holds the wine bottle in his hand: "I just heard that they are going to ask the elder Yan Ge to marry you. It's said that it's the daughter of a Shangshu family."

Yan Sikong picked an eyebrow: "yes, who is the secretary? How old is the golden age

Feng Ye squinted at him: "it seems that you are looking forward to it."

"I'm old enough to marry a man and a woman."

Feng Ye stares at him: "I don't even have permission to marry. Why should you marry?"

"What's the comparison? Do you want to be better than me? Why am I five years older than you? "

"That's what you want to get married?" Feng Ye's face was already angry.

Yan Sikong didn't know where Fengye's anger came from, but when he saw that he was really unhappy, he just said with a smile: "I don't really have this heart, but my parents have a past. If the teacher points out my parents, how can I not follow." He didn't lie. He didn't want to get married at all. He didn't even want to continue his children, but he was not allowed to make decisions about marriage. There is no big difference in his idea of getting a wife from when he was a child. The only difference is that although he doesn't want to marry, he doesn't care who he wants to marry, but if he wants to marry, he must be the daughter of everyone's family.

Feng Ye pursed his lips, pushed him away, got up and left.

"Shizi..." Yan Sikong smiles and shakes his head helplessly.