On the day of the dinner party, Fengfu was full of people, full of voices. Most of the celebrities in the capital were invited and went to the banquet happily.
When Yan Sikong came to the door, he saw Uncle Xue welcoming guests at the door, and seeing him coming, he warmly greeted him: "Master Yan, thank you, Sir Yan, for your honor."
Yan Sikong looked around and whispered: "Have you tied up the soul seal?" There are so many people here, if the giant wolf is allowed to come out for a walk, I'm afraid some of them will be scared to death.
Xue Bo chuckled: "Lord Yan, don't worry." He told the servant beside him, "Take Master Yan to the seat."
"Inappropriate." Yan Sikong stopped, "I'm a small official, it's not convenient for me to take a seat, so let me find a seat by myself."
"this… "
Yan Sikong laughed and said: "If your elder has any objections, I will explain to him." After speaking, he went straight into the mansion without waiting for Xue Bo to say anything.
It was early summer, the climate was pleasant, and the wine table was placed in the courtyard. Yan Sikong glanced around and saw an acquaintance—Zhou Mixing.
Zhou Mixing was also quite surprised when he saw him: "Brother Yan, what a coincidence..." Most of the people at the Fengye banquet were high-ranking officials and nobles. The list of invitations cannot but surprise him.
Yan Sikong didn't explain either, and said with a smile, "Can I have the table with Brother Zhou?"
"Please, please, please, sit down quickly." Zhou Mixing said, "Hey, let me introduce you, this is the second son of Dali Temple, and this is Mr. Zhang from Jinan Prefecture. He happened to return to Beijing to report on his duties. bit is... ”
Several people hand over each other.
"This one, he's the most popular person in our capital recently." Zhou Mixing patted Yan Sikong on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "In May, the Holy Majesty re-opened the sutra banquet. On the Sutra Banquet, the talent of the Eight Fighters and the appearance of Chen Ning amazed everyone, even the Holy One praised him greatly."
"Oh, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."
"I've heard that, at the Sutra Banquet, the virtuous younger brother is unrivaled in the limelight, even Shen Hexuan who won three yuan is not as good as him."
Yan Sikong said humbly: "My younger brother is not talented, I just have a little knowledge, crouching tiger, hidden dragon in Imperial Academy, my younger brother is really nothing."
"Humble, too humble, hahaha."
"I heard that Brother Yan was promoted by Elder Yan Ge to serve as the prince's attendant?"
Yan Sikong said: "Exactly."
Everyone's eyes were bright: "Is the prince eager to learn?"
Yan Sikong said with a smile: "The crown prince is extremely intelligent, sensitive and eager to learn, given time, he will surely become a generation of sages and wise kings." He knew that these people didn't care whether the crown prince was "study" or not, they just wanted to learn something from him. Good news.
They still wanted to continue to explore, but Yan Sikong cleverly blocked them back.
Just when Feng Ye appeared, the eyes of all the guests in the courtyard were immediately attracted by the heroic and unruly little wolf king.
Today Feng Ye is wearing a lake blue double-breasted uniform, with a rhinoceros belt around his waist, and black trousers tied into gold silk brocade boots, which complement his narrow waist and long legs. Good skin.
Feng Ye first apologized to all the guests, explaining that he couldn't see Guest Yunyun because he was not acclimatized and was sick, and then he thanked King Jingyuan on behalf of King Jingyuan. Language can't hide it at all.
As Feng Ye said, his eyes began to scan around.
Yan Sikong could hear the whispers around, talking about Fengye's appearance, King Jingyuan's power, etc., but he didn't hear it, and couldn't help but look towards Fengye.
When the eyes of the two met from a long distance away, the corners of Yan Sikong's mouth twitched slightly to hide his smile, he knew that Feng Ye must have been looking for him just now.
The dinner party started, the dance and music were leveled, and the atmosphere was quite lively.
Yan Sikong, Zhou Mixing and others were drinking, but their minds were not here. He sneaked a few glances from time to time, and saw Feng Ye talking and laughing with others.
Feng Ye was born and grew up in the military camp since he was a child, so he can't help being unrestrained like a man on the battlefield. He obviously lacks etiquette in his dealings and speech, and sometimes he is straightforward to aggressive. Of course, red tape is not a good thing. It is understandable to say that he does not stick to etiquette. But on the scene, Yan Sikong was somewhat worried that he would offend the guests at the banquet.
But seeing that he seemed to be able to do a job with ease, he felt a little relieved.
After a wave of dancing and music, Pei Fan, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, had good wine in his belly, and his poetry was very popular: "Poetry and wine, poetry and wine, there is poetry to have good wine. My next proposal, those who have poems compose poems, and those who have wine toast , how is it?"
"it is good!"
"Master Pei, come first!"
"Then let's throw bricks to attract jade first." Pei Fan smiled redly, held up the wine glass, shook it a few times, and chanted loudly:
Spring breeze rises on silkworm leaves, Cangjia dawns dew clusters. At the beginning of the crane's cry, the geese are waiting for the cold.
The moon mirror is like an open box, and the cloud tassel is like a crown. Qing Zun had a lot of fun with Min Xu at the high banquet.
"Okay, great poem!"
"Come on, let's toast Mr. Pei."
Pei Fan made a start, and the scholar-bureaucrats also had their own skills, and they all recited poems and composed Fu, met friends with poems and wine, really lived up to this beautiful time of breeze and moon.
When it was Yan Sikong's turn, Zhou Mixing yelled, "Let Yan Xian come to our table."
Holding a wine glass, Feng Ye walked over slowly, and looked at Yan Sikong with a smile: "I heard that Master Yan is very talented, I am looking forward to it."
"It turns out that the prince has also heard of Master Yan."
"Above the sutra feast, who has never heard of the holy praise." Feng Ye raised his glass to Yan Sikong, "Please."
Yan Sikong smiled and cupped his hands towards the crowd: "Then I will show my shame."
"Please."
Yan Sikong looked at the copper bottle in his hand, thought for a while, and said slowly with Lang Lang's clear rhythm:
The god of heaven produces good wine, and each other follows Buyunqu.
A mat is spread in front of the green dragon, and a white tiger holds a pot.
The southern dipper plays the zither, and the northern dipper plays the shengyu.
Hanging out into a curtain, running to the stars and rotating the wheel.
After reciting a poem, everyone was amazed.
"It's such a saying, 'Heaven makes good wine, and each other walks in the clouds'. After a pot of wine, I will go straight to the sky, hahaha, beautiful poetry, really beautiful poetry."
"Good poem, Mr. Yan really amazed us..."
Yan Sikong said again and again: "Be polite, be polite."
Feng Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Yan Sikong's rosy handsome face, those eyes full of intoxication and talent, his breathing became a little short, he listened to the envy and praise of Yan Sikong from all around him , as if boasting about himself.
"Master Yan, I want to toast you."
"Brother Yan, come, come, you have to drink this cup. On the fifteenth day of next month, you will come to the moon appreciation banquet at my residence."
"Master Yan, I respect you too..."
Seeing that Yan Sikong was about to be drowned by the toast, Feng Ye squeezed to Yan Sikong's side, took the wine in his hand: "Everyone, after taking turns like this, Lord Yan might go out sideways."
"Hahaha, why did the prince stop drinking all of a sudden?"
"Although I am a military commander, my father taught me to cherish my talents since I was a child." Feng Ye said with a smile, "Why don't I drink three cups on behalf of Lord Yan, and save the rest for next time." After finishing speaking, he didn't wait. Those people agreed and drank Yan Sikong's wine in one gulp.
Yan Sikong wanted to stop him, but he couldn't. He thought to himself, Feng Ye can't drink as well as himself, so how could he have the guts to help him stop the drink
Feng Ye didn't allow others to comment at all, quickly poured himself three cups, and then looked at everyone with a half-smile.
Those who were interested all backed away one after another, this young man was imposing, as if he dared to take a step forward, and he was about to bite someone.
After everyone dispersed, Feng Ye swayed, and Yan Sikong helped him to sit down: "My lord, are you alright?"
Feng Ye waved his hand: "It's just a few glasses of wine, why not."
Yan Sikong smiled helplessly, leaned close to him, and said in a low voice: "You can't drink as much as I do, why are you showing off."
Feng Ye pretended to be angry and said: "I'll help you block the wine, it's fine if you don't feel grateful, you dare to tease me?"
"Don't dare, dare not." Yan Sikong laughed, "Have a sip of clear tea, let's suppress the alcohol." He poured Feng Ye a cup of tea.
Feng Ye pushed the tea away: "Don't drink it."
"You… "
Feng Ye squeezed the wine bottle in his hand: "I just heard from them that they are going to ask Mr. Yan Ge to give you a marriage. I heard it is the daughter of the Shangshu family."
Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Really, which minister? How long is a thousand years old?"
Feng Ye squinted at him: "It seems that you are looking forward to it."
"Male college should be married, female college should be married, I'm not too young."
Feng Ye stared at him: "I didn't even promise to marry, why do you get married?"
"What's there to compare? Are you better than me? Why am I five years older than you?"
"You want to marry a wife that much?" Feng Ye's face was filled with anger.
Yan Sikong didn't know where Feng Ye's anger came from, but seeing that he was really upset, he could only smile and said: "In fact, I don't really care about it, but my parents are in love. If the teacher tells me about the marriage, how can I not follow?" He said He didn't lie, he didn't want to marry a wife at all, and he didn't even want to continue to have children, but how could he be the master of marriage matters. Regarding marrying a wife, his thinking is not much different from when he was a child. The only difference is that although he doesn't want to marry and doesn't care who he marries, if he wants to marry, it must be the daughter of a great family.
Feng Ye pursed his lips, pushed him away, got up and left.
"My son..." Yan Sikong smiled and shook his head helplessly.