Anyone who has seen Young Master Fan's face now probably can't say with a clear conscience that he is not good-looking. But, what makes him attractive is not just his face. His face may be even better than Wei Tingyu's. His demeanor...
Even if there are girls who are bewitched by the face of the little bully, he can make you disillusioned in three seconds. That kind of temper is really not something that ordinary people can bear. So this self-knowledge should be possessed when it is necessary.
Xiaocao sat next to Emperor Xuanren again, while Wei Tingyu went to the place where he should be.
After Emperor Xuanren took his seat, everyone stood up and saluted.
Emperor Xuanren had always been relatively relaxed about the rules for such occasions. Over the years, his subordinates would not be so nervous, and it was normal for them to walk around and offer toasts throughout the event.
Pingyang Hou was looking at his eldest son with complicated eyes. He probably didn't expect that his son could be so elegant and dignified. It was at this moment that Pingyang Hou felt that he had made a huge mistake. If he had taught his eldest son well since childhood, how many people would envy him for raising a good son now, instead of leaving only a little face between father and son, making people ridicule him for losing the watermelon for a sesame seed.
—Obviously, Marquis Pingyang has no self-awareness. If Wei Tingyu is really better than him, he might be the second Wei Jincheng.
Marquis Pingyang wanted to say something, but Wei Tingyu didn't even look at him, so he swallowed the words back. His expression became more and more complicated. If someone else was looked at like this by him, they would probably get goosebumps.
The little bully rubbed against Wei Tingyu and looked him up from head to toe. "Prince Wei used to be sickly and looked like a skinny monkey. Now he is better and looks like a human being."
Many people nearby twitched their lips after hearing this. The little bully was indeed still his bad character. However, for fear of bringing trouble upon himself, they did not dare to say more. Instead, their eyes fell on Wei Tingyu, wanting to see his reaction.
Wei Tingyu was very calm, and glanced at Fan Wuguo lightly, "The young master used to be like a ghost-faced demon, but now he is better, like a colorful peacock."
Some people gasped when they heard this. They didn't expect that the Prince of Pingyang was so bold that he even dared to mention Fan Wuguo's past. It was simply, simply... so audacious that it was not enough to describe it.
Some people subconsciously shrank back, as if the scene before them was about to turn into a battlefield.
Fan Wuguo is a powerful weapon. No matter where he is, any slight movement will quickly attract a lot of attention. Now is naturally no exception. More and more people are looking at him, including Emperor Xuanren and others.
Fan Wuguo and Wei Tingyu have been insulting each other and always hitting on each other's sore spots for a long time. In fact, some of their words have no destructive power at all. When they are said, it's just like "the weather is nice today". Especially now, those things have become a thing of the past and there is nothing to worry about. However, not many people know about it.
Fan Wuguo flexed his wrists and said, "I won't feel any psychological burden if I beat you up now."
The atmosphere seemed to be tense all of a sudden. Although I had expected this to happen, I couldn't help but feel my heart beating faster at this moment. Pingyang Hou stood up and said, "Young Master..."
Fan Wuguo looked at him and sneered, "Hey, Marquis Pingyang, are you going to be a good father and protect your son? When your concubine drugged your legitimate son and your illegitimate son plotted to break your legitimate brother's leg, you didn't act as a good father. Also, in the eyes of Marquis Pingyang, family members can be bullied at will behind closed doors, but outsiders can't lift a finger? Are you so protective? Can you protect them?"
Pingyang Hou's face darkened immediately, "Young Master, don't speak nonsense!"
Fan Wuguo was about to speak, but Wei Tingyu glanced at him and said calmly, "The banquet hasn't even started yet, and you're already full? Did you drink the northwest wind in the palace? You're talking too much."
"Wei Tingyu, do you really think that I dare not beat you?"
"You can try it." There was no emotion in Wei Tingyu's eyes.
Fan Wuguo raised his fist. When others' hearts were about to jump out of their chests, he was just pretending. He chased the people next to him away, brought the stool over, sat down next to Wei Tingyu, and kicked Wei Tingyu's feet. "Are you all right?"
“Almost.”
Fan Wuguo nodded and poured himself a glass of wine. "Want a drink?"
"No."
"Oh, I forgot, you are still recuperating and cannot drink."
"I never drink. After all, your sister doesn't drink." Wei Tingyu showed off without blushing or beating his heart.
Fan Wuguo almost choked. He knew about Xiaocao and Wei Tingyu's past. Damn it, this bastard was actually showing off in front of him. "Where's your face?"
"Young Master, do you have the nerve to ask me this question?" In the entire imperial city, he is second to none, and no one wants to be first.
"You are right." Fan Wuguo admitted, "So, you should break off the engagement with your sister. After that, I can marry her. You see, in terms of looks, you are inferior to me. In terms of status, I am a duke, and you are just a son of a poor marquis. In terms of the emperor's favor... what?" A black shadow flew over, and Fan Wuguo subconsciously made way and looked up...
Emperor Xuanren picked up a nut and peeled it himself, then glanced at Fan Wuguo and said, "If you continue to talk nonsense, you will be caned with twenty strokes of the cane."
In terms of rank, the Marquis is of the highest rank, not to mention other times. Generally, at this time, those with titles naturally sit in the front. At this moment, it can be said that no one spoke. Pay attention to the movement between Fan Wuguo and Wei Tingyu. Although the voice was not raised, it was not deliberately lowered either. Even Emperor Xuanren above could hear it.
However, no matter what the people who were "watching the show" were thinking, they almost figured it out. This little bully seemed to be quite familiar with the son of Pingyang Marquis? Don't say that the occasion was not right, so the little bully didn't do it. In fact, it's not that the little bully had never waved his fist at a palace banquet before.
Moreover, looking at Emperor Xuanren and Princess Anguo, he had no worries at all from beginning to end. It was only when the Little Bully went too far that Emperor Xuanren spoke up to stop him.
Fan Wuguo curled his lips, "Your Majesty, I'm serious. I'm also of marriageable age. Please give Sister Anguo to me, and I will definitely..."
Wei Tingyu's hand fell on the back of Fan Wuguo's neck, "I didn't hear what the young master said, do you want to say it again?"
Wei Tingyu's face didn't change much, but Fan Wuguo, who was looking at him, felt like he was being strangled, even though he didn't have much strength on the back of his neck. His body was a little stiff, as if he had really pissed off this ruthless guy. Fan Wuguo was self-sufficient and didn't fear anyone with his fists, but when it came to playing dirty, Wei Tingyu could easily kill him. "Well, it's just a joke."