After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

When everyone was stunned, Lan Zhi looked at Bai Jiuhan in the direction of that hand.

This guy really dares to do anything, even in front of so many people.

Please, even if you are not embarrassed, I am.

At this time, some people had already started talking.

They all seem to be enjoying the melons without any concern.

Lan Zhi smiled and pulled both of her hands out.

He also said to Bai Jiuhan: "Cousin, long time no see, haha, I'll sit here."

Lan Zhi sat down nearby, just to the left of Mo Ci's seat.

When everyone heard it, they realized it was his cousin, no wonder.

The six kings were happy.

Zhizhi is distancing herself from Bai Jiuhan.

Only Bai Jiuhan stared at Lan Zhi with a gloomy face.

cousin?

good very good.

He remembered.

Bai Jiuhan gritted his teeth and said, "You've been away from home for so long, isn't it time to go home?"

Lan Zhi choked and smiled back, "I'll be back after the meeting."

"Where are you going back to?" Gu Feiyuan asked Lan Zhi with his head tilted, supporting his face with the back of his hands.

"Go home."

Lan Zhi glanced at them and said: I shouldn’t have come, right?

Perhaps they saw that she was angry, so they stopped asking questions.

So they pointed the finger at Mo Ci.

Fu Jingchuan: "King Mo, I offer you a toast."

After Mo Ci finished drinking, Qiao Hengzhi also raised his glass and said, "King Mo, I toast you too."

Afterwards, the six people took turns to toast and refuse wine.

Seeing this, Mu Qingyin had no choice but to sit back in her seat.

Su Yuer stood there holding the pipa, not knowing whether to retreat or stand there.

Weren’t the seven of them silent just now?

Why are everyone suddenly toasting?

Everyone could only follow suit and drink. When their emperor drank a glass, they would drink a glass as well.

After a while, the officials of Mexico suffered the most.

Mo Ci naturally knew what they were thinking, but he was very happy drinking.

Because Zhier is his.

That's why they were jealous of him.

Feng Zhimiao smiled and said, "King Mo has a good alcohol tolerance! I'll toast you a glass as well."

Afterwards, Helian Lanxin also toasted him.

Lan Zhi couldn't bear to watch it anymore. This was not a toast, it was clearly a drinking ritual.

“Is the show still going on?”

Lan Zhi just asked casually, but in the eyes of these eight people, she was just trying to help Mo Ci out.

Mo Ci was happy again.

Six plus one is sad again.

Mexican officials finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If you keep toasting, even if Your Majesty is not drunk, they will all be drunk.

Mo Ci signaled the Ministry of Rites to continue.

At this time, Su Yuer, who was standing in the middle of the banquet, bowed and left.

This was supposed to be her highlight moment, but why did she end up being unpopular with everyone?

Everyone's eyes were on the woman dressed in pink. Shouldn't a beauty like her be more attractive?

At this time, the Minister of Rites said:

"The Lord of the Western Regions brought some specialties. I have had them delivered to your tables. I wonder which talented scholar or beautiful lady would like to compose a poem for them?"

After a few moments of silence, An Jingheng, the top scholar from Fu State, stood up.

"Then I'll give it a try."

He put one hand behind his back and glanced at everyone, which inadvertently fell on Lan Zhi, and then looked at the red translucent dried fruits on the table.

"The emerald red jade beans startled the banquet,

Half of the city is in stormy weather and half of the city is in a hurry.

I would like to ask where this thing is?

I woke up in the middle of the night and talked about Xiqu. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhimiao couldn't help laughing and said, "This talented scholar from Fu State is very bold. This 'half city is in turmoil and half city is anxious' is really interesting."

Many people began to whisper to each other.

Lan Zhi couldn't help but want to give him a thumbs up: This An Jingheng is really bold! Isn't this half of the city's storm talking about the emperors of the seven countries? Isn't this half of the city's anxiety talking about these ministers?

Courageous and not afraid of death.

Wait, who is the person that the emerald red jade bean at the banquet refers to...? !

No way?

Not me, not me, not me.

Lan Zhi thought to herself, took a piece of dessert and started eating it.

One woman couldn't help but ask: "Why did you wake up in the middle of the night?"

The man next to him answered, "I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night to highlight the goodness of this thing. I woke up from a dream and was still thinking about it. Then I slapped my thigh and thought, yes, that thing is in the Western Regions! I had the urge to set out to the Western Regions to find it that night."

"understood."

Mo Ci glanced at An Jingheng. Are these last two sentences referring to others or to himself?

However, no one should think of taking advantage of Zhier.

He peeled an orange for Lan Zhi, tasted a piece himself first, and made sure it was not sour before passing it to her.

Lan Zhi naturally took it and started eating.

Eunuch Cheng handed the handkerchief to Mo Ci: "Your Majesty, I am here for you."

"Need not."

This scene was seen by everyone again.

"Who is that lady? Your Majesty is so kind to her."

"So His Majesty is such a considerate person? According to rumors, I always thought he was very cold... Do you understand?"

At this time, a young lady from the Li family stood up and said, "I have never seen this young lady before. To be so favored by your majesty, she must be a talented person who is proficient in everything. I wonder if I have the honor to witness her talent."

Ye Che looked at the young lady innocently with a very kind smile on his face: "Is it because you don't have one that you want to see others'?"

"I......"

When Miss Li was asked this question, she was choked.

Meng Beixiao, who was sitting opposite Ye Che, raised his glass: "Ye Wang, I toast to you."

Ye Che raised his glass in response.

Lan Zhi glanced at the two of them and realized that they didn’t necessarily have to quarrel. That was good.

"Now, let me perform a dance for everyone."

Lan Xinlianhua walked out from her seat in small steps and bowed to the emperors of the seven countries.

Her appearance at this moment was very different from before.

It has more of a Western flavor than before and is much more beautiful.

She was wearing exotic clothes, revealing a small part of her belly, and the shiny clothes made her look even more exquisite.

A gleam of wisdom flashed in Lan Xin's eyes: success or failure depends on this one move.

She went on stage barefoot, holding a ribbon.

Although some people were talking quietly, she ignored them.

Someone below started playing the zither, and she leaped up, with streamers flying.

Like a deer in the woods, it strides across the jungle, leaps lightly across the mountain stream, and dances among the flowers just for the forest.

[Host, she is Lan Xin. 】

"I knew it."

【Huh? 】

"Who is as stupid as you?"

【….】

"I have to say, this dance is really good."

[According to the plot, the emperors of the seven kingdoms will be fascinated by her dance and will embark on a bloody road from then on.]

[In fact, the main reason why the original book collapsed, in addition to the evil transformation of the seven emperors, was that after Lan Xin became emperor, he did not manage the world, which led to the people's miserable lives and too much resentment in the world.]

"But doesn't the book say that it will become a legend through the ages?"

[Oh, that’s the love story between her and the male protagonist that will be passed down through the ages. They only care about their love and don’t care about the world.]

Lan Zhi glanced at the emperors of the seven countries. Will they be influenced by the original book and fall in love with Lan Xin?

Hey, why are you all here, don’t you look at them?

Even Lan Xin’s original wife Feng Zhimiao wasn’t looking at her?

"Is he handsome?" Mo Ci turned her face over.

The next second, a peanut flew straight towards Mo Ci's hand, leaving a bloody wound.