Dongyang County Prince's Mansion is the founder of the country, and it has stood firm in Fengyang Kingdom for hundreds of years.
The marriage of the only legitimate daughter is a grand event for the entire Shenjing.
There are a lot of people that Lao Bai needs to know, but they are all famous and honorable, so he cannot favor one over the other. Four waves of people have changed among the masters sent by the county prince's palace to drink.
Zhou Yi had a smile on his face from beginning to end. He allowed as much wine to enter his stomach and it was completely refined in an instant.
Lao Bai sent a message: "Lao Zhou, just pretend to be drunk so that no one will notice anything strange."
"Wait a moment longer."
Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed carefully, Ruo Ruo Ruo's murderous intention moved with Lao Bai's movement.
No one who has ever been around in the world has many enemies, but he dares to cause trouble when the prince marries his daughter. I don’t know if Lao Bai has provoked his daughter or his wife.
Zhou Yi was not sure how the other party would take action. He was not completely sure when he was far away, and the crisis was eliminated invisible.
finally.
There were all the old relatives and old acquaintances in the Prince's Mansion, and there were two to three hundred people there. Zhou Yi was very suspicious of Lao Bai's free and easy temper, and he had probably forgotten almost all of them.
There are two banquet halls, one large and one small.
The large banquet hall is for the relatives of the Lao Bai people and the nobles of the county and princes, and the small banquet hall entertains people from all walks of life.
The court despises Jianghu's rudeness, Jianghu despises the court's hypocrisy, and entertaining guests separately is in line with the wishes of both guests.
The moment Zhou Yi stepped into the small banquet hall, he found the murderous intention. At a table in the southeast corner, it seemed that two people were drinking in silence, and his eyes glanced at Lao Bai from time to time.
The first few tables were fine, and they all gave Lao Bai and the Prince's Mansion some face.
Until I met the white-haired Taoist who was occupying the entire table by himself, no one dared to approach, and he was pouring his own drink.
The old Taoist ignored Lao Bai and looked at Zhou Yi coldly: "Is this the old devil from Blood Prison?"
Zhou Yi smiled and poured wine for the old Taoist: "They are all nicknames, not worth mentioning."
The old man stared blankly at the jug. Others either paid no attention or were far away. They had no idea that the jug was standing straight and the wine flowed out on its own.
The wine glass steadily filled up without a drop being spilled.
"Ahem!"
The old Taoist coughed twice, with a smile on his face: "The poor Taoist has heard of the famous name for a long time, and has long wanted to make friends. When I pass by Jingyun Mansion in the future, I will be greeted by Changchun Guan on the sweeping couch."
Such meticulous methods are likely to lead to a complete internal refining of the internal organs, which may reach its peak in the future.
It is better to make friends than to make enemies, and those who are in the world are more reluctant to make enemies, especially the old and frail masters.
"The Taoist Master comes to Tianlao... let's forget it. I will go to the Taoist Master's invitation when I have time."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, but his mind was always focused on the southeast corner.
The old Taoist breath is already the top master in the world, but the two are still young, but they are even better.
Lao Bai toasted all the way without noticing the danger until he reached the table in the southeast corner.
"Several friends from all walks of life came from afar, and Bai was overwhelmed..."
The words suddenly stopped. Lao Bai's face turned white first, then red and then green. He subconsciously took two steps back, letting Zhou Yi stand in front.
"Thieves!"
"lecher!"
Two women's soft cries sounded, and two sword lights bloomed. One pointed at Lao Bai's neck, and the other went straight down three ways.
"female?"
Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment and flicked the edge of the sword with his finger.
The extremely terrifying power was transmitted to their wrists. The two women screamed in pain and their swords fell to the ground.
Such an incident had alarmed many guests, and the masters of the county and prince's palace who were secretly protecting them jumped up and surrounded the two women, trying to capture them alive.
Unexpectedly, the woman's light skill was so mysterious that she flew through the air and was so unpredictable that she escaped from the banquet hall in an instant and disappeared without a trace.
Zhou Yi, hiding his merit and fame, had already left the small banquet hall. Before leaving, he couldn't help but be curious and asked via voicemail.
"Who are these two women? With such martial arts cultivation at such a young age, they may be able to achieve innate breakthroughs in the future!"
Lao Bai didn't want to answer, but Zhou Yi kept transmitting messages, nagging and urging, and said helplessly: "One is the senior sister of Wuliang Sword Sect, and the other is the saint of Tianmo Sect..."
"**!"
Zhou Yi particularly regretted meddling in other people's business. He should have let this scumbag turn over at the wedding venue.
…
Grand banquet hall.
Zhou Yi's task was completed and he found a corner to sit down and rest.
At this time, more than half of the banquet has passed, the elders in the room have left the table, and the remaining ones are the young people who are good at drinking and lively.
Originally he had a arrogant temper, but when he was drunk and his ears were warm, he no longer had any scruples about what he said.
The young master of Dingcheng's uncle's family said: "Have you heard that many seats have been vacant in Northern Xinjiang a few days ago, and His Majesty intends to promote nobles."
"The northern border is bitterly cold and desolate. Do you want to go there and suffer?"
The speaker was the son of Marquis Weiyuan: "In a few days, there will be new transfers in the Beijing camp. This will be a really good opportunity!"
“Jingying is too expensive!”
"A guerrilla general costs one hundred thousand taels. How many years will it take to get this money back?"
"Northern Xinjiang is much cheaper. I heard that the capital is only 20,000 taels."
"You can buy whatever you want, but if you spend a few thousand taels more, you can work on duty at the Ordnance Supervisor. That's a real big profit!"
"..."
You said something to me, and purely regarded military and state affairs as business.
The son of Marquis Weiyuan shook his head and said: "You know what the heck... The Northern Border Army and Dayong had a few quarrels. It seemed like a small conflict. You never know when a war will break out!"
After hearing this, everyone immediately stopped thinking about going to Northern Xinjiang.
Making money by doing business is good, but life is more important. With their family's background, several generations will not lose all their wealth.
"Now that His Majesty intends to support the nobles, we must seize this opportunity and at least get a general with real power. Only titles with military power are real titles!"
The son of Marquis Weiyuan said: "It's worth spending any amount of money to manage it. This is a long-term business. The court allocates one million taels of silver every year, and one day we can get it back."
"Brother Liang is right."
"Then I'll make an appointment and go to the capital camp together to serve His Majesty!"
"My father scolds me every day for not doing my job properly. Today I will become a general and feel proud."
"We, the nobles, live together with the country. Anyone can rebel, but we will not!"
"Be careful what you say!"
"..."
These young masters were drunk and already had a position in the Beijing camp in mind. In fact, it was not much different. After all, they had deep family ties and were willing to spend money to manage it.
Zhou Yi listened silently for a while, then stood up and left the table.
"No wonder these people make state affairs their business. Most everything in the world is business, loyalty and betrayal, rise and fall."
Some people choose betrayal and decline, and maybe there is no other choice!
How could Emperor Hongchang not know that these distinguished young men are like shit, not to mention arranging troops, but he can't even remember how many soldiers he has under his command, let alone leading troops to fight.
Sometimes, using waste can be reassuring.
They can drink the blood of soldiers, make money, and do business, but they will not rebel!
"The storm is about to rise again, I hope..."
Zhou Yi frowned slightly, and for a moment he didn't know what to hope for. Someone would rebel or make a smooth transition?
Before leaving.
I gave Lao Bai a congratulatory gift that I had prepared for a long time. It was a hand-polished jade plaque. The material and carving were ordinary, but the bright red color in it was quite unique.
Zhou Yi didn't know how to refine weapons, so he simply used his magic power to force a drop of blood into the jade.
They are connected by blood, no matter how many hundreds or thousands of years have passed, they can still recognize this jade medal!
