Chapter 1145 Mansion Fighting Elegance, the Sick Son of the Royal Mansion 60

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After the Xuanyu delegation took a seat, the seats in the entire hall were almost full, and the reason why it was said was that it was almost, because the first long table headed by Sheng Yuan's official seat was still very empty, and there was only one person there.

That person was Luo Wansheng.

Luo Wansheng, who set off first.

Except for this first one, there were at least three or four seats at the long tables below.

The prince had the clothes of the prince, and looking at the second table opposite, Yu Yangshuo, the prince of Xuanyu, who was already seated, narrowed his eyes.

The people sitting there are all princes.

As far as he knew, Emperor Yuanhui now only had one brother left, and it seemed that most of them were that one.

But what about the rumored son?!

At this time, Yu Jinlan, who was sitting next to him, turned her head, "Brother Prince, I think I may have been deceived that day!" The one who claims to be the son of the world should not be the son of Sheng Yuan, damn it, that Diao Min actually dared to lie to me! ”

Yu Yangshuo raised his eyebrows, "How can you see it?" ”

Yu Jinlan said angrily: "Look, it's almost full, I looked around twice and didn't see the prodigal son that day!" ”

Yu Yangshuo just smiled, undeniable.

But after this anger, Yu Jinlan stared at Yan Liang on the opposite side again, and whispered to Yu Yangshuo while watching: "Brother Prince, do you think I can marry Brother Yan Liang." ”

Yu Yangshuo and Yu Jinlan are compatriots of the same mother, and they don't have many scruples.

Yu Yangshuo's eyes sank, "Jin Lan likes him?!" ”

Yu Jinlan nodded, "I like it, I liked it at first sight more than four months ago." ”

Yu Yangshuo said: "But my father won't let you marry Sheng Yuan." ”

Yu Jinlan was stunned when she heard it.

Lowering his eyes, his mind is spinning rapidly.

Yu Yangshuo also stopped talking, he seemed to be a little irritable because of his sister's affairs, and he seemed to want to test something, and after drinking the wine in the jade cup in his hand, he actually stood up and said to Emperor Yuanhui above: "Dare to ask Emperor Yuanhui, can you start the banquet?!" ”

The hall was silent for a moment.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yu Yangshuo.

Yu Yangshuo was calm, but Luo Wansheng, who was sitting opposite, was so anxious that he was angry.

Obviously he has explained that he must be on time, damn it, why is he still late, this is going to turn the sky upside down!

Emperor Yuanhui was also very calm, "My son hasn't come yet, wait a minute." ”

Yu Jinlan was stunned.

The prince didn't come?!

The third prince, who was sitting at the second long table, gritted his teeth.

Whose father is this?

After a while, almost until Yu Yangshuo wondered if Sheng Yuan was using this as an excuse to retaliate for letting Yu Jinlan wear gold to the banquet...

Finally, a few footsteps were heard outside the main hall.

The Sheng Yuan officials were in a complicated mood on their side, and they all had a little hatred on their faces, but the Xuanyu delegation was very curious, because they really couldn't understand why Emperor Yuan Hui favored a nephew so much, could it be that the prince had three heads and six arms?!

"I'm really sorry, something was delayed on the way."

Before the sound comes, the people come.

The voice was highly recognizable, more ornate than any ornament present.

The envoy of Xuanyu Kingdom was stunned again, and Yu Jinlan was stunned for a moment, and then gritted her teeth.

That prodigal son is really the son of Sheng Yuan!

A few seconds later, a slender figure with a flaming red appeared at the door of the main hall.

The extremely gorgeous red color is seven points more magnificent than the blood-like remnant sun outside the main hall, but the most gorgeous is the face of the red-robed young man who seems to be meticulously depicted with a fine brush.