Naturally
What's the deal
Except for Han Yu, everyone else looked inexplicable, and the second monk was puzzled, wondering why his lord suddenly said this.
These guys were addicted to their previous performances, smiling on their faces, and they had already done nothing to each other in their hearts. Naturally, they didn't notice the conversation between Han Yu and his wife. Han Yu was so shocked that he was sweating like blood, his heart throbbed suddenly, and there was no blood on his face.
Mrs. Han was also taken aback, she was a little embarrassed, and she didn't dare to raise her head to meet Jiang Pengji's gaze.
Han Yu's seat wasn't too far behind, but it wasn't too far forward either. He was still more than ten feet away from Jiang Pengji.
The husband and wife deliberately lowered their voices when they spoke, and no one should be able to hear them except the eldest son who was sitting obediently.
Mrs. Han's character is arrogant, but it is not without the slightest wink.
Saying that Jiang Pengji is not good in private is different from saying bad things behind her back but being caught.
Rao is Mrs. Han, who has extensive knowledge and has experienced countless gentry banquets, large and small, and has a super high skill to deal with various emergencies. At this time, she couldn't help but drum in her heart. That articulate tongue seemed to be in a knot, unable to spit out a single word—
There was thin and thin sweat on her forehead, and even if she smeared rouge on her face, she still couldn't hide the panic on her face.
She has been the center of attention in the circle of noble ladies since she was a child. Everyone held her and let her go. Her head was always held high, but at this time, because of another woman's words, she was sweating in shock. Frightened. Fear and resentment at the same time.
However, no matter how the aristocratic family despised Liu Xi in front of him, this could not change the fact that she became the strongest prince.
And she—
No matter how powerful and skillful she is, it's just that the inner house is relatively horizontal, and it's not enough to see it in front of Jiang Pengji.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Jiang Pengji didn't set her eyes on Han Yu and his wife. If she did, the group of people present would not know about it, but it would make it difficult for Han Yu to be a man. Jiang Pengji gave Han Yu a considerate way. He cleared the siege, "I just suddenly remembered what Zixiao asked me before the New Year's banquet, and just now he gave me a wink... Alas, for fear that I would rely on him and break my previous promise—"
Wei Ci was suddenly named, and there was no strange expression on her face, but she continued with a smile.
"My lord, it's no wonder Ci reminded me. I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and naturally I'm thinking about—"
Today's Wei Ci changed into a warm-colored thick shirt that was quite festive, which flattened the original alienation. In the words of the audience in the live broadcast room, today's Wei Ci is friendly and down-to-earth. He didn't know what was going on, but he got the words.
Everyone did not suspect him. After all, Wei Ci and Jiang Pengji cooperated flawlessly. No one except Han Yu and his wife knew what was going on.
On the contrary, the few civil servants who were sitting on the countermeasures faintly noticed something.
After all, no matter how fast Han Yu and his wife responded, they still left clues.
Qi Guanrang withdrew his gaze, and frowned slightly, and his hand was empty at this moment, so he looked down.
Her daughter "stealed" his feather fan, and before she could stretch her hand back, she stopped awkwardly in the air.
"Jinghui-"
Guan Qi let his thin lips part lightly, the girl shrank her neck, and carefully put the feather fan back into his hands.
"A-niang is right, this fan is the lifeblood of my father, and I can't leave it at all times."
The snow outside hasn't melted yet, and the banquet is on fire. The only thing is that my father's painting style is different. He still has a fan in his hand. If it wasn't too cold, she wouldn't stealthily "steal" Daddy's fan.
Guan Qi added a bit of embarrassment to his expression, raised his hand and put the fan behind his waist.
After all, it is a habit of many years. If you don't hold anything in your hand, you always feel that your whole body is not good.
Qi Guan Wei saw his embarrassment and discomfort, and took the initiative to pass his hand over.
Under the cover of their wide sleeves, the couple held hands like no one else, and the years were quiet for a while.
Qi Guan Jinghui looked at their interaction and felt a little strange for no reason.
"Jinghui?"
Sun Wen had been working in Beijiang (Beizhou) for almost two years. Because of the New Year's banquet, he made a special trip back to Wanzhou to report his work.
The lovely little grandson Sun Lanlan sat obediently beside him, making the old man feel unprecedented happiness.
but-
The child, Sun Lan, couldn't sit still, always twisted slightly, and looked at the seat beside him from time to time.
When Qi Guan Jinghui heard Sun Lan calling her, she temporarily put the strange emotion behind her, and responded to her friend's call with a smile.
Sun Wen saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.
"Lanlan likes that little girl very much?"
Sun Lan blushed and said shyly, "Jinghui is good, she often takes care of her grandson, of course she likes it."
Sun Wendao, "If you like it, you will like it, but the official certificate of Qi is not easy to deal with—"
Sun Lan was puzzled.
What does he like about Jinghui and Jinghui's father
"I'll find out later." Sun Wen said with a smile, "If you like it, spend more time with that little girl and don't bully others."
Sun Wen also discovered that his grandson's personality has become a lot more outgoing and optimistic in the past two years.
As a grandson, there is nothing more important than grandchildren in this world.
What the grandson likes is what he likes.
Officer Qi made it a little difficult to deal with—
But it's not impossible!
The grandfather and grandson were talking in a low voice, and Qi Guan Rang, who was separated by a distance, seemed to feel something, and glanced at them from the corner of his eye.
At this time, Qi Guanrang heard his lord say something—
"Today's performance, I still need to ask Zixiao to borrow something."
Guan Qi immediately turned his attention back to the banquet, and his lord stood up from the banquet, as if to perform something.
Jiang Pengji asked Wei Ci to borrow something, how could he refuse
With the green light all the way, Jiang Pengji smoothly borrowed Wei Ci's flute and his "daughter".
Everyone was confused, when did Wei Ci have a daughter
He doesn't even have a wife!
Could it be an illegitimate daughter who was tossed out during the war
A few insiders looked at Wei Ci and then at their lord, for fear that a good New Year's banquet would turn into an asura field.
The client Wei Ci was surprised at first, and then showed a somewhat unspeakable expression, and the roots of his ears were red and bloodshot at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wei Ci once teased that the iron-eating beast was Jiang Pengji's daughter, but now Jiang Pengji came back to tease in public, didn't she say that the iron-eating beast was their daughter? Others don't know the details, they just watch the fun, but Wei Ci, who is insider, feels like sitting on pins and needles.
Being molested in public makes him feel ashamed.
After a while, the maid came up with a black and white dumpling, the dumpling's black eyes were pure and clean.
As soon as it landed, it twisted its hips and quickly climbed towards the familiar person.
Jiang Pengji smiled and took a jade flute.
Seeing this situation, Feng Zhen and the others suddenly thought of the battle of the Gaoyue tribe in Cangzhou. The sound of the flute of their lord could be described as "sounds of nature"! Although he can control beasts, the protagonist's musical talent is really uncomplimentable. If the music is played in public...
Everyone had expected the result.