The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 131

[Chapter 131 Enemies meet on a narrow road]

. When the disciple heard this, he glanced back subconsciously and said flatteringly: “It’s a Zhonglang general named Fang.”

A small Zuo Zhonglang general is not worthy of the special attention of the servants of Prince Ning’s palace. .

What’s more, he is a guy who has not even prepared to pray. Maybe he is Qiongqiu Ba who has just been transferred back to the capital from the border.

When Mr. Yang heard this, his expression changed, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

As for Fang Xiu, he followed the flow of people and entered a large pavilion in Prince Ning’s Mansion.

The building was brightly lit, with people coming in and out from time to time, and there was a lot of noise all around. There were all kinds of fruits, vegetables and pastries on the table in front of him.

What surprised Fang Xiu was that the drinks used in this banquet were actually drunk.

With such specifications and a priceless drink, it can be seen that this Prince Ning is also an extremely particular person.

There were rows of tables on both sides, and people were already sitting on some of the tables.

Since there was no one to guide him, Fang Xiu randomly found a remote location to sit down.

I have to say that the pastries from Prince Ning’s Mansion taste extremely good.

With nothing to do, I looked around and saw few familiar people.

Fang Xiu sat in the corner and ate cakes.

Suddenly, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and the crowd began to rush towards the door.

Fang Xiu turned around and saw several figures headed by Prince Ning walking in from outside.

When the rightful owner arrived, in order to show respect for Prince Ning, most people stood up from their seats and stepped forward to greet him regardless of their status.

Fang Xiu’s position was in the most remote corner of the palace. Looking at Prince Ning who was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, he made a wise decision to sit here.

In fact, even though he was sitting in the middle, he didn’t bother to get up.

The crowd dispersed quickly, and Prince Ning walked forward surrounded by everyone.

Behind him, Mr. Yang, whom he had just seen at the door, followed suit.

The moment Fang Xiu looked over, his eyes happened to be on Fang Xiu.

In just one stick of incense, their eyes met twice.

Fang Xiu’s brows wrinkled slightly.

He didn’t want to cause trouble today, but it seemed that Young Master Yang had some bad intentions

. During this period, the love-hate entanglement between Zhu Tou and Young Master Yang had spread throughout the capital.

From the noble officials to the common people, everyone talks about it.

The three words “Mr. Yang” have become a joke in the capital.

No matter who knows that the culprit who framed him is standing in front of him, he cannot remain calm.

I have to say that Mr. Yang is extremely restrained.

If it were Wu Yi, even if Prince Ning was right next to him, he would probably rush up with a knife.

Looking away from Yang Ming, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He vaguely felt that another gaze was falling on him.

Fang Xiu glanced up, and sure enough, he saw another familiar face diagonally across from him.

Xia Yixue

did not expect that she would also attend this banquet.

Although she is only a small seventh-grade head catcher, her status as the eldest daughter of a British princess is still enough to qualify for the invitation.

The British Duke’s two sons are both stationed at the border.

The British Duke himself has a very high prestige in Chu State, so naturally he will not attend this small banquet.

Xia Yixue was invited to the banquet, not on behalf of herself, but on behalf of the British government.

Prince Ning held the wine glass, stood in front of the crowd, and said, “Thank you all for coming to the banquet at the palace. I will drink this first glass of wine first as a token of respect.”

After Prince Ning drank the first glass of wine, the atmosphere in the venue changed.

It became heated.

Eating, drinking and having fun is the main theme of the banquet.

Some people took this opportunity to keep in touch with old friends, and some people chatted quietly with Prince Ning, their faces full of love, their eyes full of love, spittle flying everywhere, and Prince Ning nodded repeatedly.

A group of grown men were whispering and rubbing their hair together. Those who knew it thought it was Prince Ning’s banquet, and those who didn’t knew thought it was…

Fang Xiu, while Fang Xiu sat alone in a remote corner, sipping Chunfenglou’s drink from time to time. Looking at the dancer dancing on the stage, she is quite leisurely.

Fang Xiu was in a good mood, but some people were in a bad mood, and Yang Ming was one of them.

As the eldest son of a scholar in the Ministry of Rites, although he does not have a title that can be inherited hereditary.

But with his talent, as long as he takes part in the imperial examination, he will definitely be on the list.

When you enter the official career in the future, you will definitely have a bright future by relying on your talents and reputation.

But

two inexplicable pig heads made him lose face in one day, and all the reputation he had accumulated over the years was wiped out.

To this day, the “pig-headed boy” hat is still firmly stuck on his head, which has become a lifelong shame.

Even though he was always calm, he was still very angry when he thought about what happened that day.

Thinking of this, his eyes subconsciously looked at a figure in a remote corner.

At tonight’s banquet, his mission was very clear, which was to follow Prince Ning step by step.

Although King Ning is now at a disadvantage, as a staunch supporter of King Ning, the Rites lineage has no way to turn back.

Today, his role is to express the attitude of the Minister of Rites.

“Hello, Young Master Yang!”

Yang Ming raised his wine glass and frequently greeted the people around him.

These people have some relationship with the Ministry of Rites, or are people around Prince Ning, so they naturally respect the Master’s son very much.

Yang Ming responded one by one, and finally took a swig of wine.

His eyes swept around the crowd again, and that hateful face appeared in his sight again.

He gritted his teeth, finally unable to hold back the rising anger, he stepped towards Fang Xiu’s direction.

Fang Xiu was a little surprised when he saw this scene.

What does it mean?

Does he still want to do it to himself in front of so many people?

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but look him up and down.

Then, Fang Xiu smiled.

Although my body is not very good, after all, I have been trained in the pro-army for a while, and it is not a problem to face a distinguished young master with thin skin and tender flesh.

But if this Young Master Yang has a little bit of self-awareness, it is impossible for him to deal with it. Do it yourself.

In this case, there was nothing to worry about.

Fang Xiu withdrew his gaze and looked at the dancer dancing gracefully on the stage.

I don’t know when the song has ended.

The graceful dancers flicked their gorgeous sleeves made of silk, gave a dignified feminine salute to everyone present, and then walked away.

At the same time, a mysterious woman with a veil on her face walked up from the stage.

Several dancers worked together to bring a guqin and placed it in the center of the stage.

When everyone in the cabinet saw this scene, they started talking in low voices.

Suddenly, the entire Ning Prince’s Mansion became quiet again.

Fang Xiu didn’t show much surprise when he saw this figure.

As early as a few hours ago, he knew that at the banquet in Prince Ning’s Mansion, Yirenju’s leading heiress would definitely appear

(End of Chapter)