I'm not a drama god

"Your Majesty, the dinner has already begun."

Han Xiang glanced at the time, slowly walked behind Ying Fu who was taking a nap, and said softly, "Fu Kun and Zheng Zhiqing have already taken their seats, waiting for us..."

Ying Fu slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of fatigue flashed in his eyes.

Han Xiang caught this slight change.

"Your Majesty, is that era in trouble again?"

"...something has happened." Ying Fu did not seem to intend to reveal more to Han Xiang, but slowly stood up and said, "We have to hurry up with our plan."

Ying Fu put on the glasses handed to him by Han Xiang and restrained his imperial aura. From the reflection in the mirror, he looked like a young college student with extraordinary bearing.

Han Xiang also packed his clothes and walked out, with Ying Fu following behind him calmly.

"I... this is my first time attending a dinner party in this era. Is there anything I need to pay attention to?" Ying Fu suddenly asked.

Han Xiang thought about it carefully and said, "This dinner is relatively informal. It seems to be a Wushan specialty hot pot. Everyone has a seat. The dinners hosted by the 749th Bureau are always very detailed. Nameplates will be placed on each seat in advance. When the time comes, just take the seat according to the number.

In addition, the seats are most likely arranged according to seniority and rank... Your Majesty... You are my student now, so you should be arranged next to me."

"That's right." Ying Fu nodded slightly.

"I remember you told me that you are the most senior one among the White Hands in the 749th Bureau... So, our seats will be at the front?"

"This……"

Han Xiang looked a little embarrassed. "If it was in the past, it would be true... but this time it's a little different."

"What's the difference?"

"I heard that this time, a gentleman with more seniority has returned from overseas."

Han Xiang paused for a moment, "Before you found me, I had retired from the 749th Bureau for many years, so I had never met that gentleman... But I heard that even Sun Zhongliang had received his favor when he was a child, and his history is even longer than that of the 749th Bureau."

"Oh? There is such a person?" Ying Fu seemed very interested.

"Yes, he is also on that list. I will point him out to you when we get to the scene."

As they were talking, the two of them had already gone downstairs and walked to the entrance of the banquet hall. Four or five 749 Bureau staff members in suits were registering guests at the door.

When these people saw Han Xiang coming towards them, they immediately spoke respectfully:

"Mr. Han, you are here."

"Yeah." Han Xiang nodded slightly. His temperament was different from when he was in front of Ying Fu. He exuded a faint sense of oppression. He glanced into the venue and asked, "Has it started yet?"

"Most of the guests are here, but we won't start until you and the other gentleman arrive."

"Where's the location?"

"It's all arranged for you."

The staff member glanced at Ying Fu standing behind Han Xiang, then lowered his head and began to look through the list. "Is this the student you are traveling with? His name is... Li Fu?"

"Yes, it's me." Ying Fu replied indifferently.

"Mr. Han has many students all over the world." The staff member did not dare to neglect him and immediately made a gesture of invitation, "I will take you two to your seats. Please follow me."

Led by the staff, the two walked straight into the venue.

It's called a conference venue, but it looks more like Bureau 749 directly booked the restaurant next door and used the entire floor as the dinner area. Although the decoration is a bit old, it is spacious enough.

In the center of the venue was a large square stage, surrounded by many independent small tables. The guests were sitting cross-legged on the ground. The hot pots on the small tables were bubbling with steam. Combined with the unique folk regional style of the decoration, it looked like a song and dance banquet for ethnic minorities.

This was the first time that Ying Fu had seen this kind of banquet. His eyes behind the lenses kept observing the surroundings. At the same time, Han Xiang lowered his voice and said:

"The annual conference of the 749th Bureau is announced to the public as an intangible cultural heritage conference, so the dinner arrangement will focus more on cultural characteristics, and the format is different every year."

Ying Fu nodded slightly.

As soon as Han Xiang and Ying Fu entered the venue, they attracted a lot of people's attention. Most of them focused on Han Xiang, their eyes full of awe and curiosity... To them, Han Xiang was their predecessor, teacher, and a legend of Shushendao who was famous in his early years.

"Grandma, who is that old man?" Yao Qing asked in a low voice while drinking the Coke on the table.

"He is Han Shuzhi, the pinnacle of the Book God Sect of this era... and also grandma's old rival." Xiao Chunping looked at Han Xiang who was walking slowly, and smiled self-deprecatingly as if she remembered the past.

"In the early years, when we were still young, we had a lot of friction because of the philosophies of Shushendao and Qingshendao... Later, when we got older and couldn't argue anymore, we both retired."

"Oh~ It turns out to be grandma's mortal enemy!"

Yao Qing immediately turned to Xiao Chunping and said in a sarcastic tone,

"I just said I don't like that old guy... and the man behind him, he looks like a show-off!"

Xiao Chunping laughed and caressed Yao Qing's head lovingly with her wrinkled hands, "You are worthy of being grandma's good grandson."

As the two were talking, Han Xiang and Ying Fu had passed by their table. The former caught a glimpse of Xiao Chunping and uttered a soft "Oh!"

"Teacher Xiao, long time no see."

Xiao Chunping stood up from behind the table and shook the hand that Han Xiang had extended. "Oh, you said that we have both grown old after not seeing each other for so many years... When I first saw you just now, I almost didn't recognize you."

"Haha, Teacher Xiao, you're joking. I pay great attention to maintenance on a daily basis. When my students see me, they all say that I look young... But Teacher Xiao, it seems that the pressure of life is still quite great after retirement?" Han Xiang's face was full of smiles.

"People have to accept their age. Dyeing their gray hair black doesn't count as maintenance." Xiao Chunping also laughed.

Han Xiang's mouth stiffened, and he changed the subject naturally:

"Is this your grandson?"

"Yes, my dear grandson Yao Qing." Xiao Chunping stroked Yao Qing's head and smiled, "At such a young age, he has embarked on the path of Qingshen just like me. I said I would bring him to the Wushan Conference to see the world... I think that it is better to cultivate a good seedling carefully than to recruit many students without taking responsibility. Teacher Han, don't you agree?"

The smile on Han Xiang's face gradually disappeared, but he still waved his hand nonchalantly, "Teacher Xiao, the children are still young, how they will develop in the future... It's hard to say."

Ying Fu's gaze fell on the young man Yao Qing, with a somewhat subtle expression.

He naturally knew Yao Qing, the leader of the Qingshen Dao during the Nine Lords era, the first demigod of the Red Dust Realm, and the chief of Fu Sheng Hui...

But Ying Fu didn’t understand. He had never met the young Yao Qing before, so why did Yao Qing keep staring at him with ill intentions?