There's something wrong with the general.

General Han thought about all the young talents in the capital, but none of them matched him.

Such appearance and such bearing could not be brought up by a small family.

Who is he...?

Wen Yuxi saw that he had set his sights on his senior brother.

He immediately became extremely alert, half turned around, hid Zhiming behind him, and said coldly: "Who he is, General Han, please don't worry about it."

Wen Yuxi deeply regretted agreeing to let his senior brother come with him.

People like my senior brother are the focus wherever he goes.

He couldn't even handle this old minister, so how would he respond when the emperor came?

He knew that his senior brother had extraordinary cultivation, but this was the mortal world after all, and it was his home.

If I couldn't control myself and caused trouble, what would the people in his house do?

Even if he shows the ability to fly and hide, people are still a little afraid of him.

But what if someone threatens the people in his house, forces him to show up, and asks him for benefits?

Even if we have thundering measures to scare a few people, human nature is never satisfied!

Wen Yuxi didn't dare to gamble.

His words were neither cold nor warm. Even General Han, who was used to the treacherous situation in the court and had a different mentality from ordinary people, was still furious.

Just about to ask again.

At this moment, the eunuch shouted in a shrill voice: "His Majesty has arrived."

All the ministers and their families in the hall immediately straightened their appearance, stood up with solemn expressions, and saluted towards the platform.

"Welcome Your Majesty."

"sit down."

Wen Yuxi glanced at the stage and raised his eyebrows.

Tsk.

The new emperor was actually a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old.

He has a handsome appearance, looks very heroic, and there is still a hint of youthfulness between his eyebrows.

I wonder which imperial concubine, um, which concubine dowager or queen’s child this is?

The new emperor wore a dark-colored robe embroidered with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes.

When he wears it, he looks more like a heroic young man than the ruler of a country.

He had no concubines or queens around him, perhaps because he was not married yet.

Wen Yuxi sat down with everyone else, looking down at the table.

At this time, the eunuch leaned over and said something in the new emperor's ear, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Pass the meal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace maids filed in.

The dishes were served in a short while.

Then, the emperor picked up his chopsticks and took the first bite, and then the ministers started to eat.

There were also singing and dancing at the palace banquet. The dance was beautiful and the songs were pleasant to listen to. Under the magnificent lights, the dancers looked charming and beautiful.

Wen Yuxi was not in the mood, so he just took a quick look and then went back to eat.

It’s true that the food in this palace is truly unique, with both artistic beauty and excellent taste.

Wen Yuxi took the first bite and his eyes lit up, and he began to eat it with relish.

He took a bite and did not forget his senior brother beside him, so he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his bowl.

He smiled and said, "Brother, try it."

Zhiming picked up the chopsticks hesitantly, took a bite, raised his eyelids, and nodded at him: "Not bad."

Wen Yuxi was so happy to be recognized that he kept putting food on his plate, and soon it piled up into a mountain.

Zhiming smiled helplessly and said, "Junior brother, I can't let it go."

Wen Yuxi scratched his head awkwardly: "I won't pick up any more food, Senior Brother, eat slowly."

After the singing and dancing ended, some young talents and ladies also came out to perform one by one.

Wen Yuxi was not interested in this and did not take the initiative to step forward.

But he originally wanted to avoid trouble, but trouble still found him.

"I wonder what talents the Marquis has to show His Majesty?"

Wen Yuxi had no idea that the man was calling him, and he continued to eat happily.

It was not until Zhiming touched his finger that he raised his head.

He slowly took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped his mouth.

Question: "I didn't hear what you just said. Could you please repeat it?"

The person who made the suggestion was a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six. His face froze when he heard the words. Seeing everyone turning to look at him, he gritted his teeth and said it again.

He had long known that Wen Yuxi was a drunkard, a gambler, and a complete idiot, and that he had no skills and only managed to get a title thanks to his father's influence.

How could he sit in front of the ministers? He looked like a decent person, but was so vulgar and only knew how to eat in the hall?

He must expose his true face.

Although Wen Yuxi didn't know his motive, she could guess most of it and couldn't help but sigh.

It's outrageous that someone is jealous of him, a marquis with only a nominal title.

"Alas, I'm sorry to disappoint you, sir. I don't have any talent. How about I drink three cups as punishment?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, he poured three cups in succession and drank them all.

"Then, my lord, you will be satisfied."

After Wen Yuxi finished drinking, he turned the cup upside down, leaving not a drop of wine.

His display of weakness emboldened the young man, who, with his nose turned upward, said sarcastically, "I think it's not that the Marquis can't do it, but that he doesn't want to."

The young man's inappropriate words made everyone silent.

The new emperor at the top of the table watched the farce below with a half-smile on his face, without saying a word.

Like an outsider, he watched the show with relish.

Wen Yuxi shook his head, already a little drunk. He narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly, "How can you think like this, sir? I really don't have any skills that I can show off. But when you reminded me just now, I suddenly thought of one. I wonder if Your Majesty can agree to it?" He raised his eyebrows and looked towards the hall.

The new emperor leaned back on the dragon throne, tapping the tabletop lightly with his fingers. Upon hearing this, he curled his lips and said, "Yes."

The young eunuch hurriedly said, "Bring me the sword."

After a while, a young eunuch walked through the side door, holding a long box in his hand.

Wen Yuxi stood up and bumped into the table leg as he raised his foot. He let out a hiss and fell to the side.

"Be careful." Zhiming quickly stretched out his hand to him.

Everyone couldn't help but sweat.

Let this drunkard show off his sword skills, he won't come to ruin the party, will he?

Wen Yuxi calmly placed his hand on Zhiming's shoulder, steadying himself, and took the opportunity to whisper in his senior brother's ear, "I'm not drunk."

Her voice was coquettish, and she said she was not drunk.

Zhiming patted his hand and said distressedly, "Junior brother, why bother to give in to his wishes?"

Wen Yuxi smiled with her eyes curved: "No way, I'm dancing for my senior brother to see."

Zhiming's heart suddenly felt warm, and he wanted to hold him in his arms...

After Wen Yuxi finished speaking, he staggered forward and took out the one-foot-long sword from the sword case.

He held it in his hand, examined it, tapped the sword with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Nice sword."

The new emperor looked at Wen Yuxi with great interest and said slowly, "This is my sword. If you perform well today, I will give it to you."

Wen Yuxi smiled slightly: "I thank your Majesty in advance."

Tsk, who wants your sword? I have the Hanxing Sword given to me by my senior brother!

Candlelight flickers.

Across the candlelight, Wen Yuxi looked at Zhiming from afar and smiled.