"Congratulations to the King of Qin for such a good son-in-law!" Feng Deyi congratulated.

"This trip is not worth it today!" Chen Shuda sighed.

"The young man is terrifying!"

“…”

Yin Qingfeng in Changsun Wuji's eyes still looked calm and unlucky. "These porcelains are inferior to the slaves in the boy's mansion. It is really shabby to present them as congratulations today..." It is said that the ancients were modest, and Yin Qingfeng also said that the words were made of a cat and a tiger.

But everyone was really worried: If this is a shabby and inferior product, then I would like to have as much as you have!

"......This porcelain is Bishan, and its function is..."

When only the pen holder was left on the desk, Yin Qingfeng did not explain immediately, but put a tube of brush in, then held the pen holder in both hands and handed it to Changsun Wuji, "This is the pen holder."

The pen holders of other wealthy families may be made of noble wood, but the pen holders that Yin Qingfeng has used in recent years are made of bamboo. In other words, this world's first porcelain pen holder belongs to Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Wuji ignored the hungry wolf-like eyes of others and carefully took the pen holder.

At this time, Yin Qingfeng said: "You ordered those slaves to be as thin as paper, as white as jade, as bright as mirror, and sound like chimes when firing porcelain. Can Uncle Changsun see the shadow of the brush in the pen holder?"

Changsun Wuji slowly raised his hands, and through the pen holder, even though the distance between the candlestick was a bit far, the shadow of the brush was still clear.

Yin Qingfeng glanced around with the corner of his eyes and saw that everyone was scratching their heads, "Please turn the pen holder."

The pattern on the pen holder as white as mutton fat was slowly displayed in Changsun Wuji's eyes.

"There are three stars of blessing, longevity and wealth above. I wish Uncle Changsun a blessing again as good as the East China Sea, longevity and southern mountains."

As soon as Yin Qingfeng's words fell, everyone who had been itchy for a long time no longer cared about etiquette, including Li Shimin.

When the crowd sat back, they found that Yin Qingfeng had disappeared. Everyone who had already had a lot of words was stunned.

The scene became colder again.

The scene was quiet for a long time, and Li Shimin raised his wine glass, "Wait until tomorrow, the auxiliary machine's mansion may not be at peace~~~"

Li Shimin's words reached everyone's hearts. Even if they sat back, their eyes didn't leave the porcelain. Cheng Yaojin, including him, was wondering if he would make a set of things for his home. Even if he couldn't use it for the rest of his life, he could at least show it off~~

In the jealous eyes of everyone, Changsun Wuji could only smile bitterly. After calming down from the fanaticism, he realized that the situation was completely out of control. The most hateful thing was that the boy disappeared, and he became the focus of the audience.

Yin Qingfeng, who left quietly, rushed directly to the mansion. No matter what goal Li Shimin and Changsun Wuji wanted to achieve tonight, as long as he left, at least they could not take the opportunity to cause trouble.

But things were not as good as his wishes. Not long after leaving Changsun Wuji's main courtyard, Yin Qingfeng was stopped.

This is the third time that he has been blocked. Yin Qingfeng has the urge to curse: Could it be that the Feng Shui in Changsun Wuji's family is incompatible with him?

This time, Changsun Chong was blocking the road. Seven or eight people, including him, surrounded Yin Qingfeng.

"Are you that Yin Qingfeng?" A young man of twenty-two or three pointed at Yin Qingfeng's nose with a folding fan.

Yin Qingfeng, who had just played with their father and grandfather, naturally didn't care about these young people. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, the person in front of him would have fallen to the ground when he was halfway through the folding fan. For Yin Qingfeng, cultivation is a matter of distinguishing people. The most important thing is that when facing such a person, he likes to speak with his fists.

Seeing Yin Qingfeng standing there calmly without saying anything, one of them shouted, "Chai Dalang is asking you something! You are young..."

After Yin Qingfeng's cold eyes scared the man's words, he turned around and looked at the people carefully. Their expressions clearly told Yin Qingfeng that they were here to find fault.

"My husband's performance just now should be too much. So, it may be a chance now~~~"

Thinking of this, Yin Qingfeng took a few steps back.

The person on the opposite side was still surprised. Yin Qingfeng rushed forward, then jumped up, and knocked down the person pointing at his nose without waiting for the ground to hit the ground, and then lay down...

Ten seconds later, Yin Qingfeng clapped his hands and left at the maid's scream.

Changsun Wuji came with a group of guests after hearing the news. Seeing the crowd who were constantly dissuading but still surrounded there, he knew that the man was lost tonight. Therefore, he had no intention of driving people away.

Changsun Wuji said to his butler in a deep voice: "Why should you carry them to the treatment!"

The butler was about to direct people to carry them away, but the man sitting on Li Shimin's right hand took a step forward, "Let's wait!" Then he squatted down and groped on the people on the ground one by one.

After exploring a few people, the man stood up and started to whisper in Li Shimin's ear.

Changsun Wuji vaguely heard: "...all were hit on the cervical vein, and life was worry-free. You can wake up after a scoop of cold water..."

Hearing this, Changsun Wuji turned to the butler and ordered: "Release it into the house and pour it on cold water."

"...This kid obviously knows the technique of hitting. Moreover, he is extremely superb."

Li Shimin nodded silently, and the man retreated again.

The people were carried away, Li Shimin and the others left, and the onlookers slowly dispersed. But no one still had the intention to continue eating and drinking, and everyone's thoughts were on what had just happened.

"I don't know who is so bold that he dares to do such a thing in Changsun's mansion!"

"One of them is the eldest son of the county magistrate~~~ It's so bold!"

"It's really barbaric! Is there anything that cannot be argued about? Why is it so inappropriate?"

"Do you see clearly who is doing it?"

"Even if that person is a clan of the royal family, with the status of a county magistrate, that person's fate will never be much better!"

"It seems that no one who falls to the ground is in danger of his life."

"The county magistrate's anger will never be calmed down easily. That man has caused a lot of trouble to the family!"

“…”

The butler knelt there tremblingly. A good birthday banquet was destroyed like this. As the butler of the mansion, he could not escape the blame.

Changsun Wuji tried his best to suppress his anger, but his voice was still cold, "Tell me!"

"Slave...slave...slave...heard...he heard the scream...he rushed over...and asked...that...that bitch...the reason is not...details, but...the person who took action is...it is Yin Qing...feng...Yin County Marquis..."
Chapter completed!