The Mingde Hall of the White Emperor Palace, a banquet place specially designed for the royal family of Daxia, has a huge area, countless desks, the whole hall is round, and at the same time is equipped with bells, drums, pianos and echo stones, the table has friends from afar, and it is not happy.

Tonight's Mingde Palace, for the most lively occasion of the whole year, the sun just went down, the whole hall is directly lit up, countless palace maids hold delicacies and wine, back and forth inside and outside the hall, at the same time belong to the fragrance of food soaring to the sky, and even formed a huge incense cloud in the sky above the White Emperor Palace.

The officials of the six ministries who did not wear court clothes and only wore civilian clothes, with their families, came together, and after meeting each other, they saluted and greeted each other, and then the wives of those officials began to carefully look at the young men and girls who followed each other.

In fact, for these ladies, this emperor's private banquet, eating and drinking is secondary, and finding a suitable partner for their own back is the key, no matter what era, marriage is always the top priority.

Because it represents the inheritance of blood.

With the passage of time, the night gradually fell, in the Mingde Palace, in addition to the officials, there were many people outside the imperial court, who were also invited to attend, and the major sects in Beijing were naturally overhauled, and there were even a large number of treasurers of the Daxia Chamber of Commerce, as well as the respected old men and wise men of the people.

The solemn sound of music resounded throughout the hall, most of the people sat down, toasted to each other, at this time it was still the communication stage before the banquet, Zhao Yu did not come, so the atmosphere was harmonious, the exchange between each other was very happy, and they could also move around at will.

The old man Wang from Fengcheng, wearing a brocade robe, sat straight behind the desk, his unsmiling face was a little restrained, and he did not reach out to take the fragrant wine and pre-banquet fruit in front of him, but looked at the surrounding Daxia people, whose old bodies were extremely stiff.

Suddenly, a hand reached out to him and gently patted Old Man Wang's shoulder, and then a gentle voice belonging to Wang Jing sounded in the latter's ears:

"Dad, don't be nervous, this is a private banquet set up by our majesty, everyone is invited to come, and they won't eat you. ”

After Old Man Wang heard this, his originally straight body relaxed slightly, turned his head to look at Wang Jing with a smile on his face, took a light breath, and said:

"Son, your father and I pride ourselves on going south and north on weekdays, and we can be regarded as having seen the world, but when I really sit in this endless imperial palace, I feel like a flat boat in the ocean, so small, but worse than your father-in-law, you look at him, his complexion has not changed. ”

The joke of the old man Wang washed away the tension of the rest of the surrounding Fengzhou Wang family, in fact, not only the old man, but also the queen mother and the Wan'er girl who went out for the first time were all terrified.

The White Emperor Palace, but the land of the emperor, just a name alone has a lot of pressure!

Later, Wang Jing's father-in-law, who was sitting next to Peng Mu, turned his head a little mechanically and stammered in response:

"I, I'm just frozen, and I'm just a small wood, a carpenter in Fengcheng. ”

As soon as these words came out, since he returned, he rarely communicated with his father, and Peng Mu, who had a barrier, turned his head and said solemnly in a rare manner:

"You are a carpenter, but you are also my father. ”

Peng Mu's eyes were full of seriousness, and the consciousness expressed in them was also extremely obvious, since it is father and son, then my glory is your glory!

As if confirming Peng Mu's words, then a tall young man with a slightly dark complexion stepped from the side and greeted:

"Captain Peng, Captain Wang, I haven't seen you for a while, but you're still fine?"

Seeing this, Wang Jing and Peng Mu hurriedly stood up and saluted in response:

"Thank you little prince for your concern, I'll be well. ”

Zhong Lizhan, the grandson of the Western Barbarian King and who had just returned from the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, had a warm smile unique to the people of the southwest, and then saluted Old Man Wang, Peng Mu's father and others, and continued to speak:

"Presumably, you are the elders of Wang Xiaowei and Peng Xiaowei's family, the boy Zhong Li is polite, only to find out that Peng Xiaowei is Wang Jing's brother-in-law, no wonder the two cooperate so tacitly. ”

After a few words of greeting, Zhong Lizhan raised his glass and drank it all before leaving, Wang Jing leaned his head close to the ear of the puzzled old man Wang, and whispered softly:

"One of the three kings of Great Xia, the Western Barbarian King, you are no stranger to the old man, this is his grandson. ”

Although Wang Jing's voice was not loud, it was enough to reach the ears of the rest of the people, so everyone was shocked, but then, another person in the army came to talk, and Wang Jing and Peng Mu returned the salute one by one.

"This commander-in-chief of the Southwest Barbarian Army's Sharpshooter Battalion.

"This is from the son of the general of the Running Tiger Army.

"This is from an unusual background, his father, Wu Yuanbo, a young general in Liuye Lane. ”

A selection of military forces in the army, so that the elite of the army who are arrogant on weekdays, will gather the quicksand Wang Jing to completely remember, if nothing else, this young handsome talent who has entered the emperor's eyes will be a rising general in Daxia, and will be in the future history, and the words will be a strong stroke.

The names of the sons of the generals one after another made the old man Wang and others gradually numb, and it was the first time that they had a deep understanding that Wang Jing, who had not been in the army for a long time, had achieved achievements that they could not imagine.

Peng Mu and Wang Jing may be the kind of natural soldiers.

The area in the Mingde Hall of the White Emperor Palace is very large, and it is not easy to completely fill it on weekdays, but this time because of the convenience of the teleportation scroll, so in the eighty-ninth year of the Great Xia calendar, the scale of the private banquet set up by the Lord of Great Xia is the largest in the past year, and the entire hall is completely filled, and it is extremely lively.

Suddenly, a noisy cry sounded directly at the door of the Mingde Palace, and the word Lin Xiao could be vaguely heard, and then the people in the hall looked towards the door, only to see a young man in a black robe, with a slender figure, leading a beautiful girl with a slightly convex lower abdomen, and slowly walked into the hall.

Lin Xiao's face was as confident and heavy as usual, and his steps forward were steady, and gradually, in the eyes of all the people in the hall, he seemed to gradually coincide with another figure.

Calm, restrained, and unassuming, it contains an immovable mountain that can resist thousands of troops.

There are people of the older generation who are familiar with Lin Lang in the hall, and they glanced at the people around them, and slowly spoke:

"Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyu Houfu, returned after being missing for more than half a year, and he actually had a bit of the demeanor of Zhenyu Hou, this King of Daxia, it seems that there is a successor. ”