After crossing, I was forced to hold on to my thighs and build a kingdom

There were rows of tables and chairs in the spacious hall, and each table was filled with delicious food.

The young people, still in an excited state, didn't care about the sumptuous banquet in front of them. They just focused their fiery eyes on the handsome young man in the crowd.

This is the hermit Yuanshan who has been rumored to be elusive in the capital for nearly two years. I didn't expect that today I would have the honor of seeing the true face of Mount Lu.

It was a good decision to come to the Jingchuan Marquis Mansion. After I go back, I can tell my relatives and friends about the magical opportunity of meeting Mr. Yuanshan!

Some quick-witted people were just thinking about how to approach Master Yuanshan without appearing to be sycophantic and yet still approaching nature, when they saw Li Jichang, the young master of the Quyang Marquis family, quickly approach Wang Weiyuan and ask shyly, "Wang, no, Mr. Yuanshan, can I sit next to you?"

Wang Weiyuan was slightly startled, then smiled again. He stretched out his long sleeves and made a gesture of invitation: "You are most welcome."

Li Jichang carefully sat down next to Wang Weiyuan, his cheeks flushed with excitement and his eyes shining.

Following suit, several more young people came to visit, and Wang Weiyuan's table was soon full.

Those who were slow and couldn't get there could only choose a seat nearby to sit down. If there was no seat nearby, they could only sigh inwardly and go to another table.

The Third Prince and Marquis Jingchuan sat together. Looking at Wang Weiyuan surrounded by the crowd, he couldn't help but laugh: "Uncle, do you know this boy's background?"

Marquis Jingchuan thought for a moment and replied, "I heard that he is this year's top scholar in Lincheng. He is coming to Beijing to prepare for the imperial examination next year."

"Oh?" The Third Prince propped his chin on his hand, his interest clearly growing. "I never thought this boy not only has such beautiful handwriting, but is also so talented."

He was about to say something else when he saw a man who looked like a guard hurried up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.

Seeing the Third Prince's expression becoming serious, he turned to Jingchuan Hou and whispered, "Uncle, Mother is suddenly unwell. I need to go to the palace to see her. I'll take my leave today!"

Marquis Jingchuan hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with your Majesty?"

The Third Prince said perfunctorily, "I heard it's just a cold. The imperial physician has prescribed medicine. Uncle, don't worry too much. I'll go and take a look."

Marquis Jingchuan then nodded in relief: "In that case, you should return to the palace quickly!"

The Third Prince stood up and smiled at everyone, saying, "I have some matters to attend to today, so I'll be leaving now. Everyone, enjoy your meal."

After saying this, he stood up and left quickly amid the farewells of the group.

As soon as the Third Prince left, everyone felt more relaxed. After drinking a few glasses of wine, the young man who had not had the chance to speak to Wang Weiyuan also came over with a glass of wine.

In an instant, Wang Weiyuan couldn't refuse the invitation and drank several glasses of wine.

Marquis Jingchuan watched this scene quietly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

After a while, he whispered to Uncle Lin, the butler who was serving beside him, "Do you think it looks like him?"

Uncle Lin calmly glanced at the young man a few more times, then bowed and whispered, "Alike! Not only in appearance, but also in their effortless, calm and composed personalities."

"Yes."

Looking at the modest yet unyielding young man, Marquis Jingchuan narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and murmured, "I think he looks like our child, too. Go and bring over the drinks that Madam has prepared. I want to toast him myself."

On this side, Wang Weiyuan could not resist the urging of the five-member calligraphy group headed by Li Jichang, and was already a little tipsy.

Perhaps because he was too happy, his good friend Qin Shijun beside him also started to persuade him to drink, muttering to himself: "Ayuan, good wine needs no bush. Your talent has finally been recognized by everyone. Brother is happy today, let's not go home until we are drunk."

"Yeah, even if he's drunk, what's there to be afraid of? We're all grown men, the worst that can happen is we can just sleep side by side. The Marquis of Jingchuan's mansion is so huge, how could there not be a few empty rooms?"

Some people were already showing signs of drunkenness and their speech was becoming incoherent.

Uncle Lin winked at the servant beside him and stepped forward to persuade him, "This young man has drunk too much. Please help him to the guest room to rest."

As he was speaking, the man was helped down by several servants.

Marquis Jingchuan walked around a group of people with two glasses of wine and came to Wang Weiyuan's table.

When the people at the same table saw Jingchuan Hou coming, they all stood up.

Marquis Jingchuan smiled and said, "Today we are all old friends and relatives, so please don't be polite. I'm here to offer a glass of wine to the renowned Yuanshan Hermit, who is visiting us for the first time today."

As he spoke, he handed over the glass of wine that had been prepared long ago. Wang Weiyuan quickly stood up and took the glass of wine, saying respectfully, "I am deeply honored to receive your kindness, Lord Marquis."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing Wang Weiyuan finish his drink, Marquis Jingchuan also drank another glass of wine without hesitation. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. He gently patted Wang Weiyuan's shoulder and said lovingly, "You and Ajun are like brothers. You will definitely visit each other often in the future. Don't be so polite. Just call me uncle."

After saying that, she looked at him with a smile.

Wang Weiyuan was slightly stunned and was about to be polite again, but Qin Shijun next to him couldn't help but touch his friend's arm, signaling him to speak.

If he really entered the officialdom in the future, Jingchuan Hou would be someone he couldn't avoid, so he just followed his advice and bowed his head slightly, calling out, "Uncle Zhao."

Those three short words resonated like thunder in Marquis Jingchuan's ears, and for a moment they made his eyes red. He quickly lowered his head to calm himself down, then said softly, "Nephew, you should come to the mansion with Ajun more often in the future, so that I can give you a few more calligraphy works."

Speaking of his specialty, calligraphy, Wang Weiyuan tilted his head slightly and smiled confidently, "Thanks to your kindness, uncle. I will continue to work hard to improve."

After a few pleasantries, Marquis Jingchuan returned to his seat with his empty wine glass and whispered to Zhao Lin, who was waiting beside him, "Keep an eye on that kid. If he gets drunk later, remember to take him to his room. As for Ajun, if he's drunk by then, that's best. If not, have someone take him out."

Zhao Lin nodded slightly and retreated behind Marquis Jingchuan.

After seeing off Marquis Jingchuan, Wang Weiyuan sat down amid the envious gazes of everyone at the table.

Li Jichang pulled Wang Weiyuan aside to continue chatting about the details of how to use the brush to construct the structure. During this time, someone came to make friends and toast him. Wang Weiyuan drank a few more glasses as a social gesture. After sitting down again, he felt weak all over, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on his eyelids, and he couldn't even lift them up.

Normally, he can drink quite well, so why did he look drunk so quickly today?

At that moment, he could only pull Qin Shijun and whispered, "Ajun, I might be drunk, let me lean on you for a while."

In the end, Qin Shijun was no better than him. He smiled with a big tongue and said, "Okay, okay, Ayuan, let me lean on you too."

The butler's smiling face appeared behind him at the right moment: "Master Wang, Master Qin, you two have drunk too much. Please go to the guest room to rest today."

Several servants came up and supported the two of them to the guest room of the marquis' mansion.