From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 130 Why, you don’t give me face!

Why a night banquet?

Because preparations are needed during the day.

For a grand banquet, the arrangement of the banquet venue, the preparation of security measures, and the supply of various materials all take time.

Why not prepare in advance?
What do you think a palace is? It's a palace, the heart of the empire, the center of the world, not a paradise on earth. You let people come and go for days and mess around with it. What are you thinking?

All banquets are regulated. They take a day to prepare and start in the evening. Under the lights and candlelight, beauties dance, drinks are clinked, and both guests and hosts have a great time.

Li Chengqian arrived at the banquet venue on time, a quarter of an hour earlier than the Emperor.

When he walked into the hall, all the people in the hall, including high-ranking officials of the court, senior officials of various departments, and the Northern Qi and Dongyi envoys, had already arrived.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites were busy among the crowd, because this banquet was equivalent to a celebration banquet for the Ministry of Rites.

Just like in the original novel, Lin Ruofu, Chen Pingping and Fan Jian were not present. Fan Xian hung out with Zhang Ziqian and managed to get a seat. In addition, there was another focal figure in the hall, the Holy Maiden of Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo.

"Meet the prince!"

"Meet the prince!"

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As Li Chengqian entered the hall, the court officials who had already taken their seats stood up and saluted. Li Chengqian nodded with a warm smile.

The envoys from Northern Qi and Dongyi also stood up to greet him, and Li Chengqian returned the greeting with a smile.

"Are you the Saint of Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo?"

Looking at Haitang standing up, a hint of interest flashed in Li Chengqian's eyes.

"It's down."

"The purity is very high, much higher than that of wolf peach, there is hope for Grandmaster!"

"what?!"

When these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was stunned. What were they talking about?

What does this mean?
The purity is very high, is there hope of becoming a master?
How can you, a prince of Nanqing, say such things?
Who the hell are you!
Haitang also smiled speechlessly, "Your Highness, you are too kind. Haitang is still young and cannot compare to my senior brother."

"It's good to be young. If you don't make a breakthrough while you're young, you won't be able to break through when you're old. Like Yun Zhilan, this is how his life will be. There's no hope for him."

Yun Zhilan didn't expect that the melon would be eaten by himself, and this Prince of Nanqing...

Sure enough, the rumors were true. Prince Nanqing was frivolous and had an eccentric personality, so he was not to be feared.

However, saying that you have no hope in this life is too contemptuous. Even if you are the Crown Prince of Nanqing, saying such a thing...

Just as his mind was racing, he heard the attendant's voice, "His Majesty has arrived!!"

The hall fell into silence.

When the Emperor and Empress of Qing arrived, humans and ghosts retreated.

After a complicated set of etiquette, everyone returned to their seats and the evening banquet officially began.

Looking at the smiling ministers of the Qing Kingdom at the banquet, and then looking at the depressed Northern Qi envoys who had to force themselves to smile, and the Dongyi envoys who seemed to be staying out of the matter.

Li Chengqian touched his chin, feeling like something was missing.

"Oh, by the way, Fan Xian is missing!"

Fan Xian seemed to have completely let go, toasting everyone and accepting everyone's offer. After a while, he looked drunk.

Li Chengqian knew that he came here with a mission tonight.

After the banquet, he has to sneak into the palace at night to steal the key to the box. After stealing it, he has to make a fake one and return it. His task tonight is very heavy!

No, the highlight of tonight is not this. The highlight of tonight should be Little Fan Shixian, a man of eternal elegance!
Oh, it seems that there are no more. Master Fan hasn't written a single poem since he came to Beijing, so it's impossible for him to be targeted by that old man Zhuang Mohan.

Thinking of Zhuang Mohan, Li Chengqian looked up.

Luck is crumbling!

"This luck is interesting."

In the aura that was as weak as a candle in the wind, there was actually a majestic and unmoving aura hidden, which was different from that of everyone else. Even the protagonist Fan Xian did not have such a thing in his aura.

This kind of luck is actually somewhat similar to Emperor Qing's national luck. It does not represent personal luck, but the luck of a certain field or a certain path.

The fortune of literature and art!

"If it weren't for the incident at Emperor Wenzong's tomb, wouldn't this evening's luck have turned to Fan Xian?" Li Chengqian felt even more regretful. Looking at Fan Xian, who was toasting everyone and walking towards the Northern Qi Marquis of Changning, he said, "Fan Xian, come here."

"Who's calling me?!" The drunken Fan Xian was stunned for two seconds, his head turning unnaturally, and the whole hall was silent.

"I'm calling you, come here." Li Chengqian waved to Fan Xian.

"Oh, Your Highness!" Seeing Li Chengqian waving at him, Fan Xian staggered towards Li Chengqian, holding the wine jug, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, I offer you a toast."

"You can drink quite a bit." Li Chengqian ignored Fan Xian and waited for him to walk up to him before grabbing him. "That's perfect. Since you don't drink, why don't you toast to all the distinguished guests on my behalf?"

"what?!"

Fan Xian was puzzled, but before he could react, Li Chengqian pulled him towards the Northern Qi delegation.

Fan Xian subconsciously wanted to break free, but as soon as he exerted force, he was shocked to find that no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from Li Chengqian's left hand that was like a huge pincer.

In public, it was not appropriate to display all his strength, so he could only whisper, "Prince... you have such great strength!"

Li Chengqian ignored him and dragged him in front of the Northern Qi envoys. Only then did he let him go and said to the Marquis of Changning and the others, "Dear guests, I am not a good drinker. This is my younger brother, Fan Xian, my current brother-in-law and future brother-in-law. He seems to have a good alcohol tolerance, so he will offer a toast to you all on my behalf. I wish you all a pleasant stay in Daqing."

As he spoke, he patted Fan Xian on the shoulder. Fan Xian had no choice but to pick up the wine pot, pour a glass of wine, and toast to Marquis Changning.

"Snapped!!"

Li Chengqian hit him on the head and said, "You've really drunk too much. If you want to toast, of course you should toast to the Saint Lady first. What's there to toast to an old man?"

"Yes, yes, let's pay our respects to the Saint first!!"

Fan Xian also looked drunk, making the Marquis of Changning extremely embarrassed. Haitang also looked embarrassed. The Crown Prince and the Prince Consort of Nanqing really weren't human beings. One was frivolous, the other was jumpy, the other was jumpy, the other was frivolous—

Oh my god!

very nice.

As if she had figured something out, Haitang raised her glass with a smile, and both the host and the guests were happy.

After paying respects to the Northern Qi delegation, Li Chengqian pulled Fan Xian towards the Dongyi delegation.

After Fan Xian took just two steps, he clearly felt a murderous intent, which diluted his drunkenness a little.

He was very familiar with this murderous intent. Yun Zhilan had felt it when he first arrived, and couldn't help but groan inwardly.

The Dongyi envoys had been ignored for quite some time. They were already filled with rage. He had killed two of his disciples on Niulan Street, and just now when the crown prince came, he had dissed him. Now the crown prince was pulling him over to toast. This...

He didn't know why, but he always felt that something bad was going to happen soon.

"Come, Fan Xian, show your respect to this great swordsman Yun for me."

Li Chengqian pulled Fan Xian to the front of Yun Zhilan's seat.

"No need." Yun Zhilan said in a cold tone.

"Hmm?" Li Chengqian raised his head, met Yun Zhilan's gaze, and raised the corner of his mouth. "Why, you don't give me face?"

(End of this chapter)