In the front banquet hall, the nobles were talking to each other for the benefit of themselves or their families. The area where the special class was located was full of food that young people loved to eat, so all kinds of young nobles gathered here.
They are a force with great potential, and sooner or later they will accept the power of their elders. Growing up under the best education in the Star Vault, they all have meticulous etiquette and exquisite social skills.
On this rare occasion where they can communicate with other noble forces, they each have their own thoughts and actively do various things that can bring themselves closer to those with higher power.
There is subtle flattery, frank expressions of ambition, fierce tit-for-tat, and overwhelming hostility.
In this situation, the two sons of destiny who have been recognized by heaven and the entire starry sky will naturally not live in peace.
First, Han Feng used textbook-level linen clothes and pants to attract the nobles who had really lost friends or relatives in Ye Haixing. After those nobles angrily accused Han Feng of disrespecting the memorial ceremony, he said righteously, "We should pay tribute to Ye Haixing." Look ahead!” “Aren’t the people who died in Ye Haixing’s death also wore these clothes?” “I wore this clothes just to express my memory for them. I wore luxury goods bought with the blood of the people to attend the memorial ceremony for the people. The ceremony, you guys, are pathetic! Hateful! Deplorable!” and other remarks that are quite Korean-style.
Then, he successfully aroused the hatred of a large number of nobles.
In fact, it is understandable. After all, no matter who it is, after experiencing a heavy ceremony like just now, and the people to be memorialized in this ceremony also include their own relatives and friends, they want to come to the front banquet hall to relax their mood with grief. , only to see a 250-year-old who was dressed clearly not taking this ceremony seriously, looking at him like he was looking at rubbish, while he angrily denounced the aristocratic system at this ceremony where more than 95% of the guests were aristocrats. Even if you reduce the memory of your relatives and friends to nothing, you will be angry.
The mature nobles can't bear it, let alone these young people?
"...As expected of him."
Looking at Han Feng, who was surrounded by a group of people and was speechless with all kinds of curse words, Yang Fan silently offered him a cup of tea through the air.
In a sense, this is considered a talent, right?
Anyway, Yang Fan didn't think he could arouse the siege of so many people in five minutes.
"Hello!"
A hand suddenly placed on Yang Fan's shoulder, "Long time no see."
Huang Xulin's cold voice sounded from behind Yang Fan, "Yesterday, you attacked my brother in a sneak attack. It was very comfortable to win."
"My dear, you are in the special class, you are from Biluoxing, you are saying a lot of things that are like rebels, little brother??"
Yang Fan shuddered when he heard this.
He is determined to change the decadent aristocratic society. He is not afraid of Huang Xulin, the Huang family, or even the aloof emperor.
But he is afraid of being wronged!
If some noble slandered him and made him unjustly wronged, it would be okay if the people of the whole stardom thought that he was a scumbag. He was not afraid of shadows or those who were in the way.
But the problem is, there were many things that happened in yesterday's game. If you put aside the process and only look at the results, even he would think from the perspective of a bystander that he won the game by sneak attacks and attacking women in the lower third. student is an out-and-out scumbag.
Thinking about it this way, Yang Fan seemed to know why Han Feng looked at him like that just now.
"No, no, no, you misunderstood me. It was not a sneak attack, it was an accident..."
"You mean you can defeat my brother by accident? Ah? You look down on our Huang family, right?"
"No no no..."
The standard treatment for a child of destiny, Ning Yun sat in the corner drinking tea, watching these two unlucky people suffer unreasonable disasters due to various reasons.
Han Feng deserved it, and Yang Fan deserved it because he was Yang Fan.
By the way, when can I go back?
In order to accompany his wife, that cheap dad let himself come here on behalf of the Ning family, and he didn't know what he was doing now.
"Wow--"
Suddenly, the noisy crowd not far away fell silent. They all looked at the door, looking shocked.
Ning Yun turned his head and saw Ji Qingge from the gap in the crowd, wearing a gorgeous dress and a crown, looking noble and elegant.
It seems that there is trouble again.
Ning Yun, who felt Ji Qingge's gaze, silently moved his stool inside, trying to avoid the "protagonist" in Ji Yurou's words.
Speaking of which, Ji Yurou's system seems a little different.
For example, Ji Qingge, the system did not mention this person before leaving, and in the fate track shown to him by the system, Ji Qingge only appeared a few times, and he was more passerby than a passerby.
strangeness.
"Princess, would you like to dance with me?"
"Princess, please give me a chance to dance with you."
"Princess, can you agree to my sincere invitation?"
"Princess." "Princess." "Princess."
Probably because he had been in the trial space and the special class on the 11th for a long time, Ji Qingge was unusually repelled by such occasions.
Even though dealing with these people was a basic lesson she'd learned since childhood, she still felt a pang of boredom.
It would be great if she could be promoted to Tianyuan as soon as possible. In the royal family, members above Tianyuan have a lot of freedom. They don't have to socialize, entertain, or accommodate.
Please ask No. 11 to strengthen your training when you get back.
Ji Qingge thought this way, walking through crowds of people, greeting groups of forces, and finally walked to the man who was trying to avoid him.
"Would you like to go out and dance with me?"
Ji Qingge said this, but his eyes revealed the killing intent of "If you don't leave with me, I will chop you up."
The expressions of all the aristocratic young men who had just invited Ji Qingge to dance changed. Of course, they did not dare to cast resentful eyes on Ji Qingge. For a moment, Ning Yun felt that at least half of those glaring at him really wanted to kill him. my own.
"...Do I have to go?"
"Of course not." Ji Qingge smiled softly on the surface, but the killing intent in his eyes had almost solidified. "It's just that if you don't come, I will be very sad."
Ning Yun stood up reluctantly in the face of Ji Qingge and the malicious looks from those around him, as if he was some kind of sinner who would destroy the world.
The tea doesn't taste good anymore.
Ji Qingge finally showed a satisfied smile when he saw Ning Yun standing up.
She held Ning Yun's hand affectionately, and left the front banquet hall amidst the jealous and envious eyes of those around her, and went to an empty corner on the altar.
After Ji Qingge looked around to make sure there was no one around, her true colors were revealed in an instant. She changed from the incompetent, noble and reserved princess back to the naive, bad, clever, and ruthless food-wasting machine.
"Hey, um, let's go."
She used the power on her bracelet to change herself into a set of night clothes. Now that it was evening, she was wearing this suit.
"Where to go?"
"Mountain."
"Not going."
"No, please do your classmates a favor." Ji Qingge stared at her big innocent eyes, "It's wrong of me to call you out suddenly and ask you to attract my attention, but I really need your help now."
"No help, no time. I'm going back. Goodbye."
Looking at Ning Yun's unrepentant back, Ji Qingge had no choice but to shout.
"You get half of the reward I get!"
"Okay, I'll help you."
Ning Yun turned around, turned around and pulled Ji Qingge towards the exit.
He has long wanted to leave this place.
And Ji Qingge looked at Ning Yun holding her hand tightly, and there were no ripples in the girl's heart.
She just regretted it, especially regretted it.
If I had known earlier, I would have said one-third, but half would be too much.
Too bad.
