Li Guangqi was a very lively person. When the crowd arrived at the main hall, many officials were sitting in the shed having tea and chatting.

Seeing Xu Ling, Chen Zetang and others, they were always in the court. They could only see from afar and consider their respect and fear. At this time, they hurriedly stood up to clean their clothes and went forward to pay homage. It took nearly half an hour before they could enter the hall to have a seat.

Now is Najib's day, and the banquet is opened in the north and south. Qin Yanzhao, Qin Zhong and Li Guangqi are in the main seat in the north, and Xu Ling and Shen Zetang are in the south. Others also sit according to their official ranks, with a humble and courteous position until there is no empty seat again.

Qin Yanzhao had just toasted the cup and returned to his seat. When he looked up, he saw a little scholar with white face and red lips. He blushed and stood alone by the threshold, looking pitiful, looking at him with nowhere to sit. He was about to speak, but he glanced at Chen Zetang and called the manager to his side and said a few words.

The manager raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded and bowed, and turned around and rushed towards the young scholar.

Qin Yanzhao no longer looked at the corner of his mouth, and picked up a thin porcelain bowl to eat tea, and covered the gradual annoyance in his eyes. Finally, he was one step behind him.

Shunyu looked around in a little embarrassedly. She was the last time she entered the hall. The hall was filled with scattered people, shoulder to shoulder, and there was no room for intervening.

Subconsciously, he looked at Qin Yanzhao, but saw a manager hurriedly coming up to bow, and said with a smile on his face: "I am really disrespectful. I am a slave who is negligent. Now I have added a table and chair to the guest's southern seat. Please follow me."

The guest of the host was in the south! Shunyu looked at it in a slight moment. Sure enough, three or five servants were standing next to Shen Zetang, placing Huanghuali square tables and official hat chairs.

He really didn't want to have anything to do with him, so he turned his eyes to the manager and suggested: "I am a student in the statutory department, but I can't sit there without an official or a title. It's really against my court's laws. You might as well add a flower stool to gather together on five seats. I don't mind." After saying that, he pursed his lips and paused his feet and did not leave.

The manager was a very good at doing things, and he persuaded him with a clever attitude: "It's okay. Now it's a banquet for money and a festive matter. I am also a relative of my son-in-law, so I'm not polite. Moreover, it was Lord Shen's order, so I got my master's permission. I'm afraid of it, just go and sit down."

When speaking, musicians have already made a move to the zither to help them liven up, and invited the best clear voice class in the capital, two famous elites in the capital, Yinguan and Guibao decorations, and they can be used as Kunqu, Huitu, and the lingering sounds of singing.

The manager was anxious to listen to the opera and frequently urged Shunyu to enter the table quickly. She had no choice but to move over step by step and come to her, wanting to bow to Chen Zetang.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zetang never looked at her directly, and waved his hand perfunctorily to avoid gifts, chatting with Xu Ling while having a drink, with a smile on his face.

Shunyu was a little embarrassed, as if he was too sentimental.

There was already a lot of fun on the table, with side dishes and wine all available, and full of them.

She was a person who couldn't have anything to do, and Qin Yanzhao's words were lingering in her mind, and suddenly she became hungry.

I chewed a piece of fat and tender wine and chewed it. I felt the taste was strong. I saw a pot of plum blossom wine on my hand. I loved it the most. I couldn't help but lift the handle of the gold-splashed ear pot, poured half a cup of chrysanthemum cup, took a sip of rouge red, and smacked my little mouth. It was a bit too sweet and was still ok to eat.

Suddenly, she remembered the last cup of plum blossom wine she ate in her previous life, but it was mixed with poisonous poison. She smiled and poured another cup herself.

Chen Zetang talked to Xu Ling, but glanced at the people around her without any trace. Seeing that she seemed to have no interest in opera, she just picked a chopstick on the table and scooped a spoon. She liked to eat sweet and soft and fragrant, and didn't like salty ones... and even drank it myself, and her face was so pink on her cheeks. She didn't know if the plum blossom wine was sweet, she would get drunk even if it was sweet.

"Chen Er, are you listening to me? "Xu Ling muttered for a while, but Chen Zetang did not respond," Zi said with a sip of wine, and was dissatisfied with his throat.

"The hall is noisy and noisy, Mr. Xu said it again, and I will listen carefully." Chen Zetang smiled gently and handed the wine cup to Shunyu: "Pour one for me, plum blossom wine!"

Shunyu was frightened and did not dare to neglect. He picked up the wine pot and put it on him carefully. He heard Xu Ling's complaint like a loud bell: "Chen Er, you have to deal with the Imperial College."

"Where did this start? "Chen Zetang was a little confused when he took a sip of wine, and Shunyu also secretly raised his ears.

Xu Ling slapped the table, and two thick eyebrows arched like flesh worms and shouted: "There are boys and girls in the prison, which is enough to bear it. However, people from Long Yang frequently appear, which also defiled my masculine Wu'er Xu Lan. It's really unhappy."

Chen Zetang looked a little surprised and asked in confusion: "Mr. Xu couldn't joke! A few days ago, I went to the Imperial College to give a lecture and talked with him for half an hour. How could such a heroic and unruly man have a habit of Long Yang?"

"It's shameful to say that one day Xu Lan returned to the house and said that Hua Yishao, the son of the Hua family, was fooled by the spring fragrance, and almost raped him. My dignified Duke and Waiting Sect, how could I swallow such anger? So he took his brothers and others to raid the house and destroy the rest of the fragrance. If it weren't for the fact that Hua Yishao was blooming and lying on the bed to recuperate, how could I let him go easily?"

Chen Zetang smiled and sighed: "Your strong temper is hard to change in your whole life. Do you know that the spices that have been destroyed are benzoin for the empress dowager in the tribute palace. The empress dowager cannot sleep without fragrance. The emperor is unhappy. Fortunately, the prince mediates the good news and then suppresses this matter... You can't blame Xu Lan, the child of the Hua family, for causing trouble."

As he spoke, he handed the wine cup in front of Shunyu.

Shunyu pursed his lips, his fingers were beautiful and clean... and then threw the wine pot after accepting his fate.

Xu Ling continued coldly: "This matter is not over yet. That night, Xu Lan knelt in front of me and his mother, saying that she would be happy to attend the classmate and do good things with him. She said bluntly that she would take responsibility and hope that we would fulfill our wishes. Grandma, if I can fulfill his wishes, how can I meet the ancestors of my ancestors in the future!"

Shunyu's raised hand trembled, and the wine poured on his long fingers. The light red flowed along the gaps of his fingers. Chen Zetang looked at her strangely.

Seeing that she was like a frightened rabbit, she took the cotton towel in the servant's hand and clenched his fingers to wipe it.

Chen Zetang pulled his hand firmly, frowned and took the cotton towel from her, and gently rubbed it to Xu Ling: "Xu Languang has an open and honest personality and a simple heart. I am afraid that he is a cunning and deceitful villain. This matter needs to be discussed for a long time."

Shunyu took a piece of bamboo shoot from the clam sour bamboo soup in a coma and chewed it hard.

Xu Ling was silent and said, "I haven't asked him to go to the Imperial College these days, and I have been kneeling in the ancestral hall and temple to think about my mistakes. What you said is reasonable. When I go back, I have to think of a way and ask him who is the student who is the one who is good-looking."

Shunyu's mouth was sour and she was looking at a plate of sweet wine-scented fried shrimp cakes near Chen Zetang. She loved the taste very much.
Chapter completed!