One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty-Eight: Prepare for War, Recuperate (17)

Naturally?

What's the matter?

Except for Han Yu, everyone else looked puzzled. Monk Zhang Er was puzzled as to why his lord suddenly said this.

This group of guys were obsessed with the previous performance, all of them were smiling brightly, and they had already damaged each other to nothing in their hearts, so naturally they didn't notice the conversation between Han Yu and his wife. Han Yu was so startled that he was sweating profusely, his heart skipped a beat, and his face lost all color.

Mrs. Han was also taken aback, she was a little embarrassed, she didn't dare to raise her head to meet Jiang Pengji's gaze.

Han Yu's seat wasn't very far back, but it wasn't too far in front either, there was still more than ten feet away from Jiang Pengji.

Both the husband and wife deliberately lowered their voices, except for the eldest son who sat obediently, no one else should have heard them.

Mrs. Han has an arrogant personality, but she is not without the slightest wink.

Saying Jiang Pengji in private is not good and saying bad things behind her back but getting caught, the two are completely different.

Rao, Mrs. Han has a wide range of knowledge, has experienced countless large and small noble banquets, and has super-high skills to deal with various emergencies. At this time, she couldn't help but feel drummed in her heart. That eloquent tongue seems to be tied up, and I can't spit out half a word——

Thin thin sweat broke out on her forehead, even with rouge on her face, it still couldn't hide the panic on her face.

She has been the focus of the circle of noble women since she was a child. Everyone supported her and let her go. Her head was always held high, but now she was so shocked that she was sweating because of another woman's few words. Terrified. Fear and hate and anger and resentment at the same time.

However, no matter how much the gentry family despised Liu Xi in front of them, it couldn't change the fact that she had become the strongest prince by leaps and bounds.

And she—

No matter how powerful and resourceful she is, it's just that the inner house is relatively tyrannical, and she is not enough to look at in front of Jiang Pengji.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Jiang Pengji didn't set her sights on Han Yu and his wife. If she did this, all the people present would know about it, and it would make it difficult for Han Yu to be a man. Jiang Pengji thoughtfully told Han Yu Relieved, "I just suddenly remembered what Zixiao asked me before the New Year's banquet, and he gave me a wink just now... Sigh, I'm afraid I'll rely on him and break my previous promise—"

Wei Ci's name was suddenly called on, and there was no sign of strangeness on his face. Instead, he answered the conversation with a smile.

"My lord, it's no wonder Ci reminded me, I've been looking forward to it for a long time, so I'm naturally thinking about—"

Today's Wei Ci has changed into a warm-colored thick shirt that is quite festive, which simply dilutes 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 was able to speak.

Everyone did not suspect him, after all, Wei Ci and Jiang Pengji's cooperation was perfect, except for Han Yu and his wife, no one knew what was going on.

On the contrary, the few civil servants sitting in the countermeasures faintly noticed something.

After all, no matter how fast Han Yu and his wife reacted, they still left clues.

Qi Guan Rang retracted his gaze, frowned slightly imperceptibly, and happened to have nothing in his hands at this time, so he looked down.

My daughter "stealed" his feather fan, but before she stretched her hand back, she stopped awkwardly in mid-air.

"Jinghui—"

Qi Guan opened his thin lips slightly, and the girl shrank her neck, and carefully put the feather fan back into his hand.

"Aniang is right, this fan is Daddy's lifeblood, and he can't leave it at all times."

The snow outside hadn't melted yet, and there was a fire at the banquet, but my father's style of painting was different, and he was still holding a fan in his hand, not only taking him but also fanning, mercilessly blowing away the heat around her. If it wasn't too cold, she wouldn't sneak around to "steal" Daddy's fan.

Qi Guan added a bit of embarrassment to his expression, raised his hand and put the fan behind his waist.

After all, it is a habit for many years. If you don't hold something in your hand, you always feel that your whole body is weak.

Qi Guan Wei saw his embarrassment and discomfort, and offered his hand over.

Under the cover of their wide sleeves, the couple held hands like no one else was there,

For a time, the years are quiet.

Qi Guan Jinghui saw their interaction and felt a little strange for no reason.

"Jinghui?"

Sun Wen squatted in Beijiang (Beizhou) for almost two years. Because of the New Year's banquet, he made a special trip back to Maruzhou to report on his work.

The cute little grandson Sun Lanlan sat beside him obediently, which made the old man feel unprecedentedly happy.

but--

Sun Lan couldn't sit still, she always turned her head slightly, and looked at the seat next to her from time to time.

When Qi Guan Jinghui heard Sun Lan calling her, she temporarily put that 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.

"Lan Lan likes that little girl very much?"

Sun Lan blushed and said shyly, "Jinghui is all right, she often takes care of her grandson, of course her grandson likes it."

Sun Wendao, "If you like it, you like it, but Qi Guan's certificate is not easy to deal with—"

Sun Lan was puzzled.

What does his liking for Jinghui have to do with Jinghui's father?

"I'll find out later." Sun Wen said with a suppressed smile, "If you like it, spend more time with that little girl and don't bully her."

Sun Wen also discovered that his grandson's personality has become much more outgoing and optimistic in the past two years.

As a grandson, there is nothing more important than a grandson in this world.

What the grandson likes, that's what he likes.

Qi Guanrang was a bit difficult to deal with——

But it's not impossible to deal with!

Qi Guan, who was separated by a distance, seemed to be impressed by the low-pitched conversation between the grandfather and grandson, and glanced at them from the corner of his eye.

At this time, Qi Guanrang heard his master say something——

"For today's performance, I need to borrow something from Zixiao."

Qi Guan immediately turned his attention back to the banquet, and his lord got up from the banquet, as if he was going to perform something.

Jiang Pengji asked Wei Ci to borrow something, how could he refuse?

After giving the green light all the way, Jiang Pengji successfully 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 the good New Year banquet would turn into a Shura field.

The person involved, Wei Ci, was surprised at first, and then showed a somewhat indescribable expression, and the base of his ears became red and congested at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wei Ci once ridiculed that the iron-eating beast was Jiang Pengji's daughter, now that Jiang Pengji teased it back in public, didn't she say that the iron-eating beast was the daughter of the two of them? Others didn't know the details and just watched the excitement, but Wei Ci, who knew the details, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He was ashamed to be molested in public.

Not long after, the maid came up with a black and white dumpling, the dumpling opened its black eyes, pure and clean.

As soon as it landed, it twisted its hips and quickly crawled towards the familiar person.

Jiang Pengji smiled and took a jade flute.

When Feng Zhen and the others saw this, their minds suddenly brightened, and they suddenly remembered the battle of the Gaoyue tribe in Cangzhou. Although he can control beasts, the lord's musical talent is really unflattering. If he plays music in public...

Everyone had already expected the result.

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