"You should have heard that not long ago, Qingzhou was looted by refugees, right? My servant happened to say that you were wandering outside my house. How do you explain this?"
Kong Yu pointed out accusations.
"What does it have to do with me?"
"you--"
"Refugee!"
Song Che exclaimed: "Why did you sack Qingzhou City? I think you should ask the Qingzhou magistrate next to you instead of asking me. Besides, the roads are long and there are many roads. Do you care where I go?" "
"Presumptuous!" Tian Shaoqiong shouted: "Nothing comes out of nowhere. Your attitude makes me even more suspicious. That matter has something to do with you!"
"Master Tian," Song Che said a little impatiently, "This is Dengzhou, not Qingzhou. This is the Longevity Palace, not a court. Your official authority is too great. What qualifications do you have to question the guests who are staying here? "
Having said that, he didn't bother to pay attention, handed the gold sticker in his hand to the Taoist priest, and prepared to enter the palace.
"Master, are you empty-handed?" The Taoist priest wanted to ask for a gift.
Song Che piled up the gold and silver treasures aside and said: "Master Hong Hai is a saint in heaven. How can these worldly things come into his eyes? Rather than giving away these worldly things and becoming a layman, it would be better to have the breeze on your sleeves and gain more respect."
After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves and walked into the Longevity Palace.
Wanshou Palace, Daming Palace.
Jiuding incense burner, green smoke curls up.
Its majesty, magnificence, and splendor are even greater than those of the Luoyang Imperial Palace.
Song Che entered the Daming Hall.
Dozens of tables were set up in the hall, with bear paws and deer soup, gold bottles and silver cups, nectar and jade liquid, and the guests at the seats were all dressed in fine clothes, and they were whispering to each other more like flattery.
In such an extremely luxurious environment, it is difficult not to attract attention when a man dressed in simple clothes suddenly walks in. Everyone is discussing:
"Who is this new face?"
Song Che stood at the door and looked at all the guests——
The distinguished guests were ranked according to their seats. There were three seats in the main hall reserved for King Anyang, Princess Han, and Immortal Master Hong Hai.
Sitting on the seat to the left of His Highness is an old man with a crane face. According to his status, he is probably Liu Chong, the old manager of Jinan Prefecture and the uncle of King Anyang.
Sitting on the seat to the right of His Highness is a young man in animal fur, with a jeweled headband on his forehead, which is enough to prove his identity. Wan Yanjie, the third prince of Dijon,
Sitting at the second seat to the right of His Highness is an old man in his fifties, with a neatly trimmed mustache and a pair of tiger eyes that can't hide the ferocity. If the judgment is correct, he should be Xu Tao, the great pirate in the north;
A nest of flies and dogs, a nest of snakes and rats.
At this time, Tian Shaoqiong and Kong Yu also walked into the lobby. When passing by Song Che, Tian Shaoqiong said loudly, intentionally or unintentionally:
"A villager in the wilderness, I don't know where I stole the invitation, and I dare to call myself a guest at this dinner. I really overestimate my ability."
Song Che sneered in his heart, if he could, he would rather stand than sit at the same table with these people.
Tian Shaoqiong and Kong Yu came to Liu Chong's table together, bowed respectfully, and then pointed at Song Che, like a long-tongued woman wearing small shoes in the village.
The more Liu Chong listened, the uglier his face became. Finally, with a loud bang, he banged the table and shouted angrily: "This is unreasonable. I didn't expect that there would be such a madman under my jurisdiction!"
The whole hall was silent, and all the guests were like grass on the wall, following Liu Chong's angry eyes, they all focused on Song Che.
Song Che spread his hands and said nothing. Anyway, no one here wants to leave alive tonight.
He strode to the second seat on the left and was about to sit down. Unexpectedly, Tian Shaoqiong took the lead and stood behind the seat, shouting:
"This seat is reserved for the prince's adopted sister and the little princess. What qualifications do you have to sit here?"
Song Che looked around at everyone and asked softly: "I'm just here to ask for a birthday drink and meet everyone by chance. Why are you targeting me like this?"
At this time, a young man in the third seat from the right stood up. Jiang Tai, the largest smuggler in Dengzhou, pointed at Song Che and condemned:
"You are just a salt seller, how can you sit at the same table with all the guests?"
"Yes, look at his clothes, you can tell he is a trafficker!"
"Tonight is the birthday of Immortal Master Hong Hai. He didn't even prepare a gift and came with empty hands. He is clearly blaspheming the Immortal Master!"
"Put it out for him!"
Thousands of people pointed it out and condemned it.
"Shut up, everyone! Song Che is a distinguished guest invited by the princess! Whoever dares to be rude, I will ask him out first!"
Lin Yue changed from her usual neutral dress and wore a palace dress with wide sleeves. Her delicate face was lightly painted with pink and white, as if she were a fairy daughter coming to the world.
She is the daughter of a great fairy, and she is holding a little fairy daughter on her hand. The daughter of King Anyang and the young princess Zhao Tan.
"Uncle Song!"
The little princess was overjoyed and rushed towards Song Che.
If it was like the first meeting, Song Che would definitely accept her kindly, but if he succeeded in capturing the king tonight, the little princess would probably be the most pitiful person.
He just smiled slightly and nodded with the little princess.
The guests had different expressions, some were surprised, some were regretful, some were disdainful, but they all kept their mouths shut.
"What kind of look makes you judge people by their appearance? Tonight is the birthday of Immortal Master Hong Hai. You should burn incense and bathe, clean your face in plain clothes. Looking at the entire hall, Song Che is the only one who can do it. This is called respect. What's more, don't look at him Dress simply, and the combined wealth of you people is not worth a single fortune!"
Lin Yue loudly defended Song Che, then took the initiative to hold his hand and glared at Tian Shaoqiong: "Why don't you get out of the way!"
Tian Shaoqiong blushed and moved away from the seat.
"Ignore them, let's sit down."
Lin Yue took Song Che and sat on the seat with the little princess.
With beauties and wine in hand, power and money, even if some people are jealous and itchy, so what?
On the eve of night.
A hearty laugh came from the side room, and immediately, a middle-aged man in his early thirties, wearing a painted dragon robe, strode up to the central hall with a graceful, dignified and beautiful young woman.
Anyang Wang Zhao Xin, Princess Han Xiang.
There is a saying that in terms of bearing, courage, and appearance, Zhao Xin is much superior to Zhao Sui.
The ancients followed the principle that establishing direct descendants does not establish virtuous people. Especially in an emperor's family, no matter how capable the prince is, he can't compare to having a mother who is a queen, Zhao Xin, the king of Anyang. This is exactly the case.
All the guests stood up and saluted.
"Who wrote the preface to Penglai Pavilion? Come forward quickly and let me see it!"
The first sentence of King Anyang was not to ask the guests to avoid courtesy, but to ask about the origin of the word order.
Song Che was hesitant, but Lin Yue pushed him and said loudly: "Your Majesty, it's him, Song Che!"
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar, and the looks of disgust from the guests at first suddenly became a lot more "ambiguous".
King Anyang walked up to Song Che, grabbed Song Che's wrist, and expressed his unabashed admiration: "It is rare in ancient times for a gentleman to be able to write such a magnificent masterpiece!"
Zhao Xin's eyes of approval, Lin Yue's eyes of admiration, Princess Han's smile of recognition, and the little princess's innocent big eyes.
It won't be long before it all comes to nothing.
What should we do?
What should we do?
