There's something wrong with the general.

The eunuch led them to the entrance of the palace banquet hall and left.

Wen Yuxi and Zhiming looked at each other, nodded, and slowly walked into the hall.

As soon as he stepped into the door, a beautiful palace maid came towards him and said with a smile, "My Lord, please come this way."

Wen Yuxi nodded and followed her.

There are two rows of tables on the left and right sides of the hall, and they are now full of people.

Most of them were ministers in their forties or fifties and their wives, and of course there were also some young men and women, all sitting in the back.

Wen Yuxi glanced at them casually, and found that there was not a single minister he knew.

This is not surprising. When he first entered this world, he focused on making money and did not deal with people in the court.

Firstly, his father was feared by the old emperor, and the ministers all avoided him.

Secondly, his notoriety was well known in the capital, and no one wanted to make friends with him.

Thirdly, he also wanted to stay out of the court's affairs. After all, with his intelligence, he couldn't survive more than one episode in a political drama.

Although none of the old ministers knew him, there was one that the young people knew.

Mr. Cui San has also come.

He saw Wen Yuxi looking at him and quickly winked at him: How are you, Brother Wen?

Wen Yuxi curled the corners of his mouth and silently replied, "Everything is fine."

The palace banquet had not yet begun, and no wine or food was served on the table. Some ministers were sitting there chatting.

The young men were also chatting, but they were just talking about good food, good wine and beautiful women.

Wen Yuxi chuckled secretly and sat down with his senior brother.

His father passed away early, and he was promoted from a prince to a marquis, so he was naturally a generation older than those young people.

Then he sat down with the old ministers.

"Who is that man? Who is next to him? How can he sit next to my father?"

"That person is Marquis Wen. The one next to him... uh, I don't know him. But since he inherited the old Marquis' title, he should sit in the front."

"Sister, look, those two are so handsome. Why aren't they in the flower album mother gave me before?"

"I don't know. His Majesty is coming soon. Please stop talking for now."

. . . . . . .

Wen Yuxi had sharp ears and eyes, so he naturally heard these words clearly.

The room was full of noise, but he and Zhiming were the only two sitting there, with their eyes lowered, not saying a word.

They were so out of tune that people around them looked at them sideways.

Sitting next to Wen Yuxi was a middle-aged man with deep eyes and a stern temperament.

Ever since he and Zhiming came in, he would glance at her from time to time.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this person knew him?

But he had no impression of this person, so it was better not to take the initiative to greet him. It would be embarrassing if he called the wrong name.

What Wen Yuxi didn't expect was that the other party actually took the initiative to talk to him.

"Is there any news from your brother who went to fight in Shuobei?" the man asked in a low voice.

Wen Yuxi immediately became alert in his heart, but his face remained gentle.

She returned the greeting as a junior, her face suddenly filled with sorrow. "There's been no news. I'm afraid... I'm afraid my brother... is in grave danger."

Wen Yuxi raised her sleeves, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked extremely sad.

Damn it, why do I feel like crying while acting?

He was just pretending to let others know that they were brothers and sisters, but as he spoke, tears began to fall and his heart was filled with grief.

It’s not really acting.

The man raised his head slightly and sighed: "Yier is loyal to the emperor and the country. If God has mercy, he will surely protect him and bring him peace and success."

Be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, be loyal to your grandmother's legs, your elder brother is just a thorn in the old emperor's eyes, and he is eager to remove him.

He actually hoped that his elder brother could think more about himself.

But being born in a family of military generals, it was natural for him to go into battle and kill the enemy. Even if his martial arts skills were completely useless, he had no choice. Once he disobeyed the order, he would be subjected to endless killings and the highest infamy.

Big brother wants to protect this family.

When Wen Yuxi thought of this, he felt a slight pain in his heart and a forced smile on his face.

"hope so."

A trace of sadness flashed across the man's face, and he murmured to himself, "Yier has acknowledged me as his master since he was six years old, but I can't protect him."

Wen Yuxi turned around in surprise: "Are you General Han?"

"What? Doesn't it look like it?"

Wen Yuxi shook his head repeatedly: "My brother has mentioned you to me many times, saying that he feels guilty for your teachings and can only be confined to the courtyard, unable to serve the country with loyalty."

Of course this is bullshit.

Before Wen Yuxi came into this world, her original self would never even look at Wen Qianyi.

After Wen Yuxi returned, Wen Qianyi became like an old man who had seen through the world, calm and composed.

He never said anything so contrived.

Hearing this, General Han narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Yier would never say such a thing. Does the Marquis not trust me, or are you teasing me?"

Oops, it’s exposed.

However, this also shows that General Han and my eldest brother have a deep teacher-student relationship, so he should be a trustworthy person.

Wen Yuxi's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't deny it. "Since General Han values ​​my brother so much, why does he rarely contact him? I guess he's afraid of being implicated."

General Han's face suddenly turned ugly when he was touched by the pain. He then retorted harshly: "What do you know, kid? You are talking nonsense here."

Wen Yuxi sneered, "Isn't it? But it's also human nature. This marquis has always been magnanimous."

General Han: "You!"

I was so angry that I couldn't speak.

There is a strong sense of tension between the two people, and it is ready to explode at any time.

At this moment, Zhiming, who had been sitting next to Wen Yuxi and had not spoken a word, pinched his fingers from under the table.

Wen Yuxi lowered his eyes and took a quick glance, a strange feeling flashing through his mind.

How come it's like having an affair?

"Junior brother, you must not be rude to General Han."

Wen Yuxi curled his lips and said unconvincedly, "Brother actually sided with others. It's really disheartening."

Zhiming chuckled upon hearing this, "How could you possibly be saying that? General Han was so eager to become his disciple, yet Junior Brother stabbed him in the heart. That's really wrong."

Wen Yuxi was a little displeased and pulled his hand back: "Brother, do you think what I said was unpleasant?"

Zhiming quickly grabbed his wrist, placed it in his palm, and stretched out his finger to write: "Are you angry?"

Wen Yuxi glared at him, but let him hold her hand.

Angry!

General Han was filled with rage, but he had no place to vent it. He felt that Wen Yuxi was uncooperative.

However, his attention was soon drawn to the young man next to him with a stunning appearance.

He frowned. Having fought with enemies for many years, he was extremely sensitive to people.

Even if the person was wearing a mask, he could quickly tell whether the person was an acquaintance or a stranger.

But this person gave him such a torn feeling, familiar yet strange.

General Han narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhiming carefully.

Zhiming glanced at him, met his eyes, and nodded as a greeting.

"I don't know what to call this person. Who is he from?"