When Mo Xi and Mengze returned from outside, the hall was full of guests. Princess Yanping caught a glimpse of them and rushed over immediately, smiling Yan Yan, and said sweetly: "Sister, brother-in-law! Peace and joy!"
Mengze coughed lightly: "Little girl, don't talk nonsense."
Mo Xi glanced at Princess Yanping.
On the day of returning to the city, Yan Ping's affair with him was still in sight, and this girl can act like a normal person now, and her cheeks are indeed amazingly thick.
Yan Ping winked charmingly at him: "Hehe, Xi and Jun miss my sister all the time, and the two of you are about to get married. What's wrong with my brother-in-law."
Mengze: "... Yan Ping!"
"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore." Yan Ping gave Mo Xi a wink, "Brother-in-law Meiren, see you later."
She disappeared for a while, leaving Mo Xi and Mengze looking at each other in embarrassment. Mo Xi paused, looked at the water dripping from his eyes, and said, "Your Majesty is almost here, I'll take you to the table."
Meng Ze said with a smile: "No, I have to go and talk to a few sisters and say hello. Xihejun can do it yourself."
After she said that, she left, Mo Xi stood there for a while, looked around, but did not see Gu Mang's figure, so he could not help frowning slightly. Where has this man gone
Although he could be inspired by the slave ring, Mo Xi was somewhat repelled by the slave ring, so he looked around with his long legs, and finally found Gu Mang who was talking to Jiang Yexue in a secluded corner. .
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Yexue turned around, saw him, and said gently, "I happened to meet him, just chatting."
"...What do you have to talk about with him?"
Jiang Yexue smiled, but said bluntly, "Talking about you."
Mo Xi cast his eyes on Gu Mang, but seeing Gu Mang bowing his head and rubbing his sleeves with his fingers uneasily, he was about to say something when he heard the messenger behind him shout with a hoarse voice, "You are here, Your Majesty. —”
So Mo Xi didn't say anything more, and said to Gu Mang indifferently, "Let's go, come back to the seat with me."
As soon as you arrive, the New Year's Eve banquet will be officially opened. Naturally, there will be a rich variety of things. The toasts are celebrated, the dishes are given and the dances are given. The sound of silk and bamboo is everywhere.
After the ceremony was exhausted, the banquet became noisy and lively, each family toasted each other, chatted with each other, and many people had smug smiles on their faces.
The king leisurely leaned on the back of the king's seat and smiled lazily: "Masters, I have only one request for you tonight. Be happy."
All the ministers toasted and thanked them, wishing the country Zuo prosperous, and it was a happy scene.
After three rounds of drinking, the guests began to walk around and respect each other.
Murong Lian leaned on the back of the chair, smoking a hookah, her peach blossom eyes drooping, her face was 30% drunk, 70% tired, when Mo Xi turned to look at him, he found that he was also squinting at Gu Mang. Look, there seem to be some inexplicable strange emotions hidden in those misty eyes.
"Come on, Xihejun, I'll give you a toast."
When Lord Changfeng came with his little daughter who was suffering from madness, Mo Xi took his eyes back and saluted Qianqiu Sui. "
Changfeng-Jun touched the head of his little girl Laner, smiling until the end of her eyes were wrinkled: "It's better, Pharmacist Jiang has been taking care of her since she returned to the city, thanks to Pharmacist."
Lan'er's small body is almost as high as the table when standing in front of the banquet. When she saw Gu Mang, her eyes lit up, and she whispered happily, "Big brother!"
Gu Mang's blue eyes blinked, his brows stretched like spring leaves, and he laughed, "Little dragonfly."
"Hey, my name is Laner, I..."
But the words could not go on. There were many people at the banquet, and it was not good to talk with such a public critic. Changfeng-Jun held down his little daughter's head and motioned her to stop talking.
Laner said blankly, "Father?"
However, Gu Mang was no longer as ignorant as he used to be. He now also understands that he is a "traitor", and a traitor is shameful. Not to mention the words that Jiang Yexue had just woken him up.
He didn't have a very intuitive and profound feeling about the word "betrayal" before. He only knew that when everyone mentioned it in front of him, there was an unspeakable hatred in their eyes. And when Mo Xi mentioned these two words, in addition to hatred, there seemed to be pain deeper than the sea.
seven years old.
Just like a wolf cub who can't hunt yet, his father ended up in a tragic situation where his bones were separated because of his brother's "betrayal".
He had done the same thing as that person. No wonder everyone disgusted him and spurned him—the wolves who rebelled should end up being swallowed alive.
"Big brother, are you not happy..."
Gu Mang's eyes dimmed, he lowered his head, fell into thought, and said nothing in silence.
Lan'er was young and didn't care about the world. She thought he was unwilling to talk to her because of her madness. Tears welled up in her eyes: "Big brother, we played together before, I—"
"Okay Laner." Changfeng Jun interrupted her with a strong smile and took her to his lap, "Xi He-Jun, let's go to another house to make a toast first. Xi He-Jun is safe and happy."
After that, I hurried away with my daughter who turned back three times.
Mo Xi sensed something was wrong with Gu Mang, and turned to look at him: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing." Gu Mang sniffed and said to Mo Xi, "Happy New Year. Me too..." He imitated the others to pick up the wine from the table, "I'll also toast you."
Mo Xi: "..."
Jiang Yexue, the troubled and good-natured person, must have said something to Gu Mang.
Mo Xi didn't go to pick up the turbid wine that Gu Mang handed over, but stared at his blue eyes, as if he wanted to see Gu Mang's marrow and flesh in such a straight way.
He gritted his teeth and said, "What did you hear?"
But before Gu Mang could speak, another group of people came to toast. It was inconvenient for Mo Xi to discuss private matters with him in front of others, so he had to socialize first.
He is a noble general who is the leader of Chonghua. There were quite a few people who came to talk with him this night. One group came and another group came. Although Mo Xi wanted to hold Gu Mang and ask questions, he gradually realized that he This idea is too naive.
"Xihe-kun, peace and joy."
"Come, come, drink this wine, and wish Xi and Jun another great achievement in the coming year."
There are so many nobles in Chonghua, and they come one by one, and one cup is enough for him to drink to the point of dizziness. Mo Xi's alcohol intake was not bad, unlike the other Wang Shujun, Murong Lian was already drunk, leaning on the seat, biting the cigarette holder and sipping dreamily.
But in the second half of the Huayan Banquet, Mo Xi couldn't hold it any longer, and there were some old nobles who came to pay respects. Those were uncles and elders with grey beards, Mo Xi had to give face, so he endured the discomfort and accompanies them to drink cups.
Several high-ranking officers of the Northern Territory Army on the hero's seat looked over and whispered in a low voice, "They are trying to stun the stepfather."
Others laughed schadenfreudely and said, "Pfft, Xi and Jun used to fight outside, and they spent New Year's Eve at the station. He is the boss, and he doesn't drink anyone who toasts him. One year, a ban on alcohol was issued, and now he's back in the imperial capital. , I can't help myself, hahaha, who is the sky bypassing!"
Some people watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, and said with bright eyes: "Guess, will my stepfather be drunk tonight?"
"Wow! That scene must be amazing!"
"I've never seen my stepfather faint from drinking. Do you think he'll go crazy with alcohol?"
"I think he'll just fall asleep!"
"Come on, come on, why don't you come and gamble! I bet our stepfather will fall asleep directly if he faints!"
"Then I bet he'll throw fireballs and hit people when he's drunk!"
"Buy big, buy small, buy and leave!"
This group of military ruffians had no good intentions, and neither did the old nobles who poured ink and extinguished the wine. Although they were from aristocratic backgrounds like Mo Xi, and there was no class conflict, their family hatred and jealousy were not less than half an inch.
How can Mo Xi be so much taller than their son and grandson now that they are also of noble bloodline wearing blue, gold and silk belts
This man died early in the morning, and his mother was involved with his deceased brother and brother. The family scandals one after another, the Mo family should have finished the game long ago. But who would have known that Mo Xi's stubborn temperament could endure these miserable winds and rains to the point where he was now in power.
Why
What made them even more uneasy was that Mo Xi not only had outstanding military exploits, but also had an extremely upright character. It's a big difference from their pampered sons of the same generation.
Needless to say on the old gentleman, even when the new gentleman mentions him, he is full of praise. Which sons and brothers from aristocratic families have not been brought out to compare Xi and Jun? Even these old men and women compare their children to each other, and in the end, they will drag on Mo Xi's head—
Someone said, "Oh, my son is getting more and more handsome as he grows up."
The other party said sourly: "Haha, not Xi and Jun look good."
Someone said: "The dog is so talented, and at the age of thirteen, he exploded the Pillar of Spirit Testing in the Academy, hahaha!"
The other party said sourly: "Hehe, Xi Hejun exploded at the age of ten, and all ten stone pillars burned off. Can Ling Lang do it?"
Someone else said: "My son can't do anything else, but his character is more important. He was praised by the emperor at the court meeting. I am also very happy to be a father."
The other party said sourly: "Hehehe, better than Xi and Jun Qingshui Furong?"
It's really strange, this person is not an immortal, and Cheng Risuke looks like he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world. Could it be that he really has no mud on his body and won't make any mistakes
So over time, Mo Xi became an inextricable knot in the hearts of these elders. Although many people were holding him in their mouths, they all wanted to see him make some mistakes and make some scandals. The pain of being suppressed by the liver for many years can be comfortably spit out in one breath.
Only then can he say with emotion and pretentiousness: "Hey, I said earlier, this Xihe Shenjun is just an ordinary person after all."
So at this moment, they are rushing to fill Mo Xi with wine, which is also the reason. Originally, these old things were just for fun, but when they came and went, bad intentions came up.
The old people think that when people are drunk, it is easy to do wrong things and say the wrong things.
What a fake high.
Several old foxes looked at each other, and they didn't need to say a word. They were both blessed and tacitly aware of each other, and they toasted Mo Xi as if they were starting a wheel battle.
"Xihejun, have another drink, hahaha, step up the ranks, get promoted and get rich!"
"I've been teaching my child, and I have to learn from Xihejun everywhere, come and come! Give Xihejun a lot!"
Mo Xi really couldn't stand it anymore. If he came from the same or younger generation, he could refuse, but these people were all the same age as his father, and they all held a steaming smile on his face. There is no way to refuse.
After going back and forth, Feng Mu's eyes were a little reddened by the smell of alcohol.
The ruffians of the Northern Army were muttering: "I think the stepfather should drink two more glasses and then pour it."
"Two cups? I think one cup is enough."
"Stepfather doesn't seem to be able to take it any longer..."
But Mo Xi held on and drank another six rounds. When the seventh glass of wine was pushed over, his face turned blue, almost disgusting: "Sorry, Uncle Qin, I—"
Uncle Qin's small eyes were bright, and he said earnestly: "Xi'er, my father and I were brothers in the same robe back then, and we were born to die. This glass of wine, I respect your father! You must not shirk and take a sip for him. Bored!"
The others followed suit and said, "Drink and drink! Tiger father has no dog son!"
"Get one for your father and his old friend!"
At this point, how could Mo Xi not know that they were taking turns feeding him to see his jokes? But Mo Xi is a tough temper, and it's better if you don't see their thoughts, and it's even more impossible to admit defeat when you see it. His eyes were dizzy, full of fat grinning faces and vulture-like gazes.
There was a rush of blood in his chest.
His father... How could these people have the face to mention his father in front of him again
After his father passed away, his uncle took power and his mother remarried. How did these people treat him? They all tend to avoid him, wishing they could rub him off like the mud on the soles of shoes, but now they talk about "old friends" and "old friends" one by one, and say that they hugged him when they were young, taught him to ride horses and hunt...
Mo Xi's heart was hot, his eyes became redder, and he suddenly burst into a strong flame of anger and stubbornness.
"Drink-drink!"
"Hahaha, the Mo family's drinking capacity has always been poor, which reminds me of the old Fu Lingjun, who is also a person who can't drink alcohol."
"Xi'er and Flynn are too similar."
How can they match up!
These faces are like withered grass in his heart, a pot of wine, a swirl of fire, boiling oil splashes all over, suddenly burst into flames! ! Mo Xi suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the men in front of him.
It was probably because his red eyes were really horrified, the expressions of those elders changed slightly, and their smiles froze.
If Mo Xi got angry, they would still be afraid. Immediately, someone forced himself to calm down and said: "Xi Hejun, don't drink if you don't drink. Your father doesn't actually like to drink. You and him..."
Before the words were finished, there was a "bang"!
Mo Xi slapped open a jar of spirits beside the table with one hand, and did not take his eyes off the other's face for even half an inch. The veins on his arm burst out, and he roughly lifted the wine jar into the other's arms. He opened another altar himself.
The muscles on the old nobleman's face trembled, and he forced a smile and said, "What do you mean by Xihe-Jun?"
"Respect Uncle Qin for my late father." Mo Xi gritted his teeth, raised his free hand, patted the other's wrinkled face, and said softly, "I'm done. Uncle Qin is the best. Don't miss a single drop. Whoever is cowardly, who is the grandson."
After saying that, he raised his head and closed his eyes, pouring down the whole jar of wine!
This time, not to mention the circle of people beside Xi and the king's seat, almost the entire hall was attracted by such booze, and they turned their heads to watch the wine fight here in astonishment.
Uncle Qin watched Mo Xi drank from the jar, and then looked at the wine jar in his hand that was bigger than the washbasin. But since the people around him were watching the fun, he couldn't afford to lose this person, so he had no choice but to turn his head and pour it down - but after all, he didn't have the tenacity of Mo Xi, and after drinking half of it, he couldn't take it anymore. , bent over and spit out a wow.
The china shattered, and the wine jar smashed to pieces on the ground.
Uncle Qin reluctantly raised his head, and met Mo Xi's ruthless eyes, which were stained with alcohol and red eyes, but he could still rely on his will to stay awake.
Those bayonet-like eyes.
Mo Xi's wet lips and teeth clenched softly: "Is Uncle Qin still drinking?"
Uncle Qin suddenly shuddered: "I don't drink anymore, I don't drink anymore..."
He didn't drink, but there were others who felt that Mo Xi should be destroyed if he came a little more, so he took on the challenge with the thought that he could not give up halfway. Seeing that another jar of spirits was delivered, Mo Xi was about to pick it up again, but his arm was stopped by another person.
Mo Xi was dizzy, his eyes were red, and he looked sideways.
When he saw Gu Mang stand up, his expression was clear and firm, so he couldn't tell whether it was Senior Brother Gu back then or the broken prisoner now.
Gu Mang brought the wine jar over and said, "Why do you guys bully him alone?"
The author has something to say:
"What ban do you want most? 》
Ximei: Prohibition
Gu Mangmang: No animal cruelty order
Jiang Yexue: Prohibition of Bullying the Disabled
Murong Chuyi: Prohibit Yue Chenqing from following the order
Yue Chenqing: Forbid the fourth uncle to ignore my order
Alian: Whatever you do, don't issue a smoking ban anyway = =
Jiang Fuli: I don't care what is banned, I can settle whatever is banned, as long as the country gives me a tax reduction order. Alas, money sucks.