Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong chatted for a while, and then he saw that Zhao Rang still had a knife hanging on his waist.
"They also made you carry a knife."
Yuan Mingkong said in disbelief.
Zhao Rang pointed to the knife on his waist and said:
"Not only did they let me carry the knife, didn't you see that they also gave me a new scabbard?" 1
Yuan Mingkong looked at it carefully and said:
"They really put a lot of thought into the black steel scabbard. Shang Shiyi probably doesn't have this scabbard."
Zhao Rang shook his head.
Yuan Mingkong thought he meant that Shang Shiyi did not, but Zhao Rang said that he did not know.
When Shang Shiyi gave him the sword, there was no scabbard. Although the cowhide scabbard in the clothing appraisal shop in the northwest market was good, the soft scabbard was not in line with Zhao Rang's habits, so it could only be said to be suitable for use.
Just now in the room on the second floor of Taihe Residence, the scabbard and the knife that Mr. Wang San gave him were a perfect match. Where it came from, he didn't care. Because a scabbard is not important at all to the banquet that is about to begin.
On the other hand, the fact that they allowed Zhao Rang to bring a knife to the banquet showed that in their hearts a knife could not change anything, even if the knife was in Zhao Rang's hand.
But both of them thought at the same time, if this knife was in Ye Sanniang's hand, or in Wei Xingshu's hand, would it be very different?
After all, the knife is a dead thing, and the person who uses the knife is the key.
Every weapon has its fatal side and irreparable shortcomings.
Both parties at the banquet have weapons that they think they can win, but it remains to be seen who will be killed. Just like the black steel knife in Zhao Rang's hand, its sharpness is naturally the most outstanding thing. Aren't the magnanimity and confidence of the person who can use the knife two more useful weapons than the sharp edge?
Except for Yuan Mingkong and Zhao Rang who were talking, no one in the entire hall spoke.
Of course, some people don't want to speak, and some people want to say but can't.
Ximen Dazhuang's medicine had not yet worn off, so he could only keep breathing heavily with his mouth open, standing aside and listening to the lively chat between the two people, while he could only stare.
Mr. Wang San was silently listening to the chat between Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong, with a very satisfied look on his face.
The scabbard was given to Zhao Rang by him.
The knife was also brought by Zhao Rang with his tacit consent.
This gave him a feeling that he could control everything, and now in the hall of the Water Pavilion, he was indeed the highest in terms of qualifications and status.
It wasn't until Yuan Mingkong and others called him aside that the look on Mr. Wang's face calmed down slightly.
The two whispered for a quarter of an hour. Mr. Wang adjusted his clothes, straightened his collar, and then walked to the center of the hall and said loudly:
"Everyone, the leader has something to do and will be late. He just sent a message asking me to invite everyone to sit down and eat and drink. There is no need to wait for him."
When he said this, Mr. Wang San's voice was extremely powerful, and his speaking speed was neither fast nor slow, making it sound very gentle.
But after he finished talking to everyone, he paused slightly for a moment to focus everyone's attention on him.
Such people are generally very egotistical.
Zhao Rang no longer knows this now.
"Does he think he is the leader?"
Yuan Mingkong said with a sneer.
Zhao Rang replied:
"After the leader became the leader of the country, he actually promised to let him be the national teacher."
The corners of Yuan Mingkong's mouth curled up even more:
"It would be strange for such a prime minister not to perish the country!"
Zhao Rang suddenly remembered Wang Xiaoshan's evaluation of his adoptive father as a national master, but it was completely opposite to what Yuan Mingkong said.
In fact, in his opinion, it is not a bad idea for Mr. Wang San to be a national master, even if he is a very selfish person. But if a man does not punish himself for himself, the prince will still hope that his father will control Bintian as soon as possible. Which prime minister in the past dynasties has not wanted to monopolize power?
After Mr. Wang San finished speaking, he took the lead in sitting on the right side of the main seat.
People from the Western Regions don't have this kind of care, and they don't even use round tables very much. But today's arrangement is indeed like this, and Mr. Wang San's sitting down like this has set the tone.
"Everyone, sit down! We are all old acquaintances and friends! Don't be restrained!"
Mr. Wang San was proud of the spring breeze and beaming with joy.
Being able to act on behalf of the leader on such an occasion, he felt that his position as national teacher was already within his grasp.
"Xiaoshan, sit down too!"
Wang Xiaoshan was still standing behind his adoptive father. When he heard this, he said politely:
"It's okay, foster father, I'll be fine just standing!"
He thought Mr. Wang was being polite, but his adoptive father was very insistent this time and insisted on letting him sit down.
After the father and son sat down, others sat down one after another. But without exception, they were all far away from Mr. Wang San and Wang Xiaoshan, and they were all sitting under Zhao Rang.
There are currently six guests and hosts in total.
The host is headed by Mr. Wang San, and the guests are headed by Zhao Rang...
After thinking about it in his mind, Zhao Rang felt that at least four people were still missing:
Princess Amani, Prince Anzuo, Protector Hong Jiang, and the mysterious leader.
Everyone sat there for a long time, but no food or drinks were served.
Although Zhao Rang was not in a hurry, he still felt a little strange.
Who would have thought that there would be someone more anxious than him!
The first one to stand up and be dissatisfied was Ximen Dazhuang!
Unfortunately, he could only use his big palm to slap the table hard.
As a result, as soon as he took the photo, a thunderous sound rang out, and Haidiya let out his voice and cursed at Mrs. Wang:
"Old bastard, you're buried up to your neck in fucking dirt. It's okay to miss one meal. But I can't bear to be hungry! Even if I'm deprived of food, I still have to eat enough food and wine, right?!"
Mr. Wang smiled generously, as if he didn't care about Haidiya's curse.
But if a person who is feeling proud is suddenly scolded as "hairy" and "quickly buried", he will definitely not be happy.
Ordinary people would rush to argue after hearing this, let alone Mr. Wang San, who was about to become the national master of Shanye Kingdom.
Even the future Generalissimo Wang Xiaoshan was very angry.
Even though his face was swollen just now by his adoptive father, the longevity of Mr. Wang San's life is related to his vital interests, not to mention that at this time, he can't find a more appropriate emotion than anger... He can't cover his mouth. Are you having fun?
"Brother Hai, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you're still so angry!"
"What are you talking about, old bastard? You are the cow! No, you are the horse, you are the donkey!"
Haidiya didn't know what the word "angry bullfighting" meant, and thought Mr. Wang was scolding him.
"My adoptive father is repaying evil with kindness. He is praising you. Don't be ignorant of good and evil!"
Wang Xiaoshan knew that it was no longer enough to show anger at this time, and he had to make some practical responses.
It may not be convenient for the adoptive father to say some things. After all, he is greeting a large table of people, all of whom are enemies, so he must show his dignity. If you offend someone in this way, you have to rely on yourself for your stubborn temper!
He was even prepared to be slapped again, but he only heard Master Wang San say in a nonchalant manner:
"Sit down! When your Uncle Hai and I met, you didn't know where you were!"
"Brother Hai, your upbringing is lax and your adopted son is rude. I apologize here!"
Although Haidiya was angry, he could still tell that the father and son were playing a double act for him, so he immediately stopped talking nonsense:
"Just tell me when you can eat and drink! Either give me food and wine first, or you can kill me with a knife now and send me on my way!"
According to the rules of the banquet, Khadiya's words were not rough.
Zhao Rang took advantage of the situation and helped:
"Mr. Wang San, no matter what the reason is, we are here to accept the invitation. You are the master of the house. Although it is right for guests to follow the host, is it not appropriate to let the guests sit for so long?"
"Of course, it may be that I don't understand the rules here in the Western Regions. The Xiangtengju business you opened in King Lanmo City is so good, I think you must be much more thorough than me!"
Zhao Rang was halfway talking, but then he turned around and put Mr. Wang on the fire.
He laughed awkwardly and turned to look at the leader who had just sent him a message.
When Haidiya saw this, he even said teasingly:
"A dog is a dog. If you loosen the leash a little, you will think that you can become a human! In a situation like this, a dog still cannot be the master of a human!"
Again and again, two and three.
Mr. Wang San finally couldn't restrain his anger.
He suddenly looked at Haidiya, his face as gloomy as a thunderstorm in the South China Sea.
Wang Xiaoshan got excited, summoned up all his energy, took out a swallow from his arms, and wanted to show it to Haidiya!
It is true that Haidiya is a swordsman.
But now there is no sword in his hand, and most of his strength has been removed for no reason.
Although Zhao Rang has a knife in his hand, Wang Xiaoshan really has his own way of using hidden weapons. It seems too late to hand over the knife now!
"ah!"
A shrill scream caused ripples to appear on the water surface around the attic.
Zhao Rang looked at Heidiye for the first time and found that he pursed his lips tightly and looked towards Wang Xiaoshan.
Wang Xiaoshan was not sitting on the chair. He had rolled down, leaving only a pool of blood on the napkin.
Zhao Rang only missed a blink of an eye, but what could happen in such a short period of time?
Suddenly the blood on the napkin squirmed a few times, and a hand pulled it out.
The distance was too far just now, and the hand was soaked in blood, so Zhao Rang didn't see it.
Only then could I see clearly that there was a swallow in this hand between the two fingers!
A pair of chopsticks was stuck in the center of his wrist, firmly nailed to the table.
Chopsticks are seven inches and six minutes long and are no longer suitable for use as concealed weapons.
And the chopsticks have blunt tips, not sharp ones. It's hard enough to pierce someone's wrist with it, let alone hammer it into a tabletop like a nail.
Especially this is not just one chopstick, but a pair!
"who!"
"Who dares to touch my adopted son!"
Mr. Wang San was also shocked by such a sudden turn of events.
At this moment, he stood up in anger, his long hair was dancing wildly, and he roared repeatedly, like a crazy old lion! m.
First, Haidiya cursed twice, and then Wang Xiaoshan was seriously injured.
Never again!
After sitting down, a series of incidents happened that had shattered Mr. Wang's previous pride.
"Hai Jianhao is absolutely right!"
"You're still a dog, so you're teaching your dog son to bite?"
Looking around, a man walked in with a smile.
The laughter was not loud, but the smile was extremely unrestrained. The deep eye sockets became deeper because of the smile. Zhao Rang didn't know much about physiognomy, but at first glance he felt that this man was extremely sophisticated.
He was accompanied by two young girls with sexy figures and beautiful looks. But standing next to him, it didn't stand out at all. Because this man's skin is so fair that it looks fake.
Fortunately, his voice and facial features are very masculine, otherwise a man with such skin would definitely be envied by women and jealous by men.
"Anzuo..."
Mr. Wang San said through gritted teeth.
"The fourth prince of Lanmo Kingdom, Anzuo!"
This thundering name made both Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong perk up.
The first time I heard about him was from Amani, the eldest princess of Lanmo Kingdom. Anzuo is the largest tribe in Lanmo Kingdom after the royal family, so he can be titled "Prince". And his father, as the ruler of the Lan Mo Kingdom, and the national advisor of the Shan Ye Kingdom, both had power over the government and the public, nominally under one person.
Zhao Rang was not surprised to see him coming. He had just regained his energy, but he felt that Anzuo's appearance was very different from what he had imagined in his mind.
In Zhao Rang's mind, An Zuo should be a burly and rough man, but also thoughtful and sinister, making people intimidating.
Now it seems that he was right in figuring out his character. Such a temperament paired with such a gentle appearance makes it even more terrifying!
"The leader asked me to greet the guests here for him, you...how dare you?"
Ever since Master Wang saw clearly that the person who made the move was Anzuo, most of his aura has been reduced...
There is a natural chasm-like gap between the Western Regions and Dawei, and there are also huge differences between the Western Regions and Dawei people. This difference cannot be made up by living in the Western Regions for a long time. People are always of the same mind. No matter how loyal Mr. Wang is, he is still an outsider!
"Oh? Did the leader say that?"
Anzuo must know the leader's arrangement. He deliberately asked this just to hurt Mr. Wang San's face again.
Even if it is a raging lion, as long as it is locked in a cage, no matter how provocative people outside the cage are, it is safe.
Anzuo's identity is the cage that holds the lion, Mr. Wang San, so he is not worried at all that the lion will suddenly become violent. Because he knows that people who have been dogs for a long time, even if they behave like lions, are just fierce in appearance but weak inwardly, and they are just strong on the outside but strong on the inside.
"Protector Anzuo, the leader did say that."
The leader who had disappeared just now suddenly appeared and said.
"Dharma Protector!"
Zhao Rang caught the word with vigilance.
Anzuo's status in the cult was the same as Hongjiang's. This was something neither he nor Yuan Mingkong expected.
From the fact that An Zuo used a pair of chopsticks to pierce Wang Xiaoshan's wrist just now, it can be seen that his martial arts cultivation has reached at least the level of a fourth-grade minor master. If Zhao Rang fights for his life, he can still have a fight with him, but his chances of winning are not great.
But Hong Jiang is a existence that gives even Ye Sanniang, a real third-grade grandmaster, a headache. An Zuo can actually be a protector with such a person. Just being a prince of Lan Mo is not enough.
After all, that leader has become the national teacher of Shan Ye Kingdom, and he dominates the country. Among the four kingdoms in the Western Region, Lanmo Kingdom is at the bottom, and its national power is much weaker than that of Shanye Kingdom, which shows that Anzuo must have some unknown trump cards!
Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
If you know yourself but don't know the enemy, you will be defeated in every battle!
It is most difficult to deal with such an enemy.
I thought that Yuan Mingkong, the unpopular fourth prince, could still sit in the position of Deputy Commander of the Shadow Guards of the Investigation Division, and he also had many secret medicines and treasures with him. Without a weapon, just by relying on that piece of blood amber that can calm the mind, I don't know how many sharp swords in the world can be exchanged.
If it weren't for the power of Yuan Mingkong's blood amber in the phantom formation in the center of Taihe, Zhao Rang might have chopped off his own head with a black steel knife...
"Even if the leader said so, you have to conform to the way we treat guests in the Western Region, right? I just walked out of the corridor and before I walked to the water, I heard Hai Jianhao saying that I was hungry. And not only do you not have any He said that he even allowed his adopted son to do something to the distinguished guests invited by the leader!"
When Anzuo said this, he took out a book from his arms and threw it hard in front of Mr. Wang San's face.
"The teachings of the leader..."
Mr. Wang San's voice became a little lower.
There is a special category in "The Sermons of the Leader" that talks about various etiquette and rules for dealing with others.
Anzuo brought this up to talk about it, but Mr. Wang San didn't dare to argue at all.
Seeing that Mr. Wang San was calmed down, Anzuo smiled proudly and waved to the two young women following him to help Wang Xiaoshan down to treat the wound.
As soon as the person was dragged away, the muscular men standing around the hall immediately stepped forward to replace and wipe the areas stained by Wang Xiaoshan's blood.
Even though these guys are rough and tough, they are very efficient at their jobs! There are probably not many women who take care of the house all year round who can compare to this. I really don’t know where this leader came from...
"He doesn't understand the rules. Anzuo is here to apologize to you!"
After dealing with Wang Xiaoshan and killing Mr. Wang San's majesty, Anzuo walked up to Heidier, performed a chest-supporting salute, and said politely.
Haidiya had a sullen face, and due to the rules of the Western Region, he returned the salute, but said nothing.
"I'll arrange for them to serve the food right away!"
After saying that, Anzuo walked up to Ximen Dazhuang, poured out a pill from the small porcelain bottle on his waist, and placed it in front of him:
"Master Ximen, this servant is ignorant and has offended you! Taking this Throat Clearing Pill will restore your throat to its original state!"
Ximen Dazhuang saw that this pill looked very similar to Tongtian Pill. He couldn't make up his mind, so he looked straight at Zhao Rang.
Seeing that Zhao Rang didn't notice him, he reached out to pull at him.
"Prince Anzuo has apologized, so please stop making trouble and take the medicine!"
Then Zhao Rang bowed deeply to Anzuo and said:
"Thank you, Your Highness. My brother eats a lot, drinks a lot, and talks a lot. Please be patient with me!"
Ximen Dazhuang originally thought that the word "Dazhuang" in his name was quite vulgar, but now Zhao Rang said it was changed to "三多", which made him even less likely to hear it.
Looking at Anzuo's little white face smiling in a mean way, he was about to have an attack.
As a result, when he opened his mouth, he remembered that he was still speechless.
Looking at the pill, I thought that Zhao Rang had already said that he could take it, so he swallowed it in one gulp without any hesitation.
"Young boy! Bad-hearted!"
Ximen Dazhuang didn't expect the medicine to take effect so quickly... As soon as he swallowed it, he could speak immediately! 1
