"Your Majesty the Duke, Your Excellency the Minister."
At the door of the banquet hall, the gatekeeper respectfully saluted the two people who rushed in as they passed by.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness King Yin, colleagues." Yang Bingen clasped his fists, saluted everyone, and strode towards the direction of the Crown Prince.
He shook off his sleeves fiercely, snorted with anger, and obviously rushed towards Wei Zhongxiao, the minister of the Ministry of Industry next to him.
Wei Zhongxiao is a bookish middle-aged man with a feminine smile on his face.
He also saluted everyone and quickly followed them.
Yang Bingen and Wei Zhongxiao were extremely fast and seemed to be competing.
No one was allowed to leave, and the broad avenue gave the two of them a very narrow feeling.
Yang Bingen came to the seat and glanced at Su Yunyao, who was sitting in the first place under the crown prince's seat. His thick eyebrows frowned more and more. He knew that it would not be easy for him for the time being. He flicked his sleeves and prepared to sit on the second seat. seat.
Unexpectedly, Wei Zhongxiao had already sat on it first and smiled faintly, a little coldly:
"Your Majesty, this seat is occupied."
Yang Bingen glanced at the prince, as if he wanted the prince to say something for him, but he quickly withdrew his gaze. Now at the dinner, many courtiers and royal family members were present, and even the enemy King Yin was present. He knew that the prince His Highness can't help himself at all.
And if he asks for help again, he and the prince will lose face.
Thinking of this, he felt angry and gritted his teeth as he sat on the third seat. Next to him were Wei Zhongxiao with a sinister smile on his face and Su Xiaoyao who was sitting quietly.
The joke between Zhao Wujiang and Ji Boying was not interrupted by this episode, and they became more and more harmonious.
Regardless of their positions, both of them felt that the other had unusual views on political affairs, and various ideas and conceivable policies seemed to be more in line with the development of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
Zhao Wujiang noticed the actions of Yang Bingen and Wei Zhongxiao just now without leaving any trace, and he probably had a clear guess in his mind.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people, there are factions.
Just like the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, all princes have their own factions.
And among its own factions, there are also small factions of their own.
For example, Su Yunyao, Yang Bingen and Wei Zhongxiao under the prince's command.
Wei Zhongxiao dared to compete with Yang Bingen, not only because his official position was high enough, but also because of the trust of the prince.
Su Yunyao even used his own power to assign the seat closest to the prince to himself. This must have been done with the prince's trust.
In other words, among the people currently present, the most trusted people by the prince are at least the prince's guest Su Yunyao, the Duke Yang Bingen, and the Minister of Industry Wei Zhongxiao.
And these three people were fighting overtly and covertly for the person whom the prince trusted and valued most.
As the prince supervises the country, not only the competition among the princes will intensify, but also the competition among the courtiers who want to serve as ministers of the dragon.
Many other guests were drinking wine and eating delicacies, and their eyes would stay on the prince and King Yin from time to time.
Suddenly, Yang Bingen put the wine glass hard on the table, his eyes were sullen and his voice was gritted:
"Wei, loyalty, filial piety!"
"What's the matter, Your Excellency?" Wei Zhong Xiaohun smiled carelessly and gave Yang Bingen a sinister look.
Obviously, something else happened between the two of them when no one was paying attention, or they were still arguing about something that had happened before.
"Okay!" Prince Ji Boying shouted in a deep voice, stopping the friction between Yang Bingen and Wei Zhongxiao.
Ji Bo was always present, and his men were still fighting, which somewhat damaged his face.
Wei Zhongxiao's eyes trembled, he lowered his eyes slightly and nodded.
Yang Bingen turned his face slightly.
Ji Boying raised her wine glass, glanced at Zhao Wujiang with gentle eyes, then looked around the crowd, and said in a sincere tone:
"This glass of wine is a tribute to Bo Chang beside me.
This palace supervises the country, and Bo Chang assists in government. He has many things to take care of.
I would like to offer this glass of wine to him first. "
