Chu Lei turned his head and rubbed Feilai Qingyu with a flexible speed that was completely inconsistent with his body. His sharp corners were almost bleeding, but Chu Lei himself smiled and looked at the green carriage and said casually:

"I haven't seen you for a long time, this temper is really as usual."

The curtain of the green-peng horse carriage was lifted up, revealing Song Xu's slightly sarcastic face: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but the Hou Chu is much fatter than before."

The two of them were not very small, and everyone nearby could hear it, and they immediately took a breath of cold air.

Who doesn’t know that Chulei, the Marquis of Yongcheng, is fat and hates others to say that he is fat the most!

Just when they all thought that the person in the Qingpeng carriage was going to suffer and would be retaliated by the slim Yongcheng Hou, Chu Lei not only did not get angry, but also raised his head and laughed.

"I am a man who lives a comfortable life and naturally grows more moisturized. But you are in the remote countryside all day long. Seeing that you are so old, you are afraid you can't raise meat."

Song Xu's eyes were as cold as a knife: "Haha."

Everyone who was quietly paying attention to the movements of the two people slowly came back to their senses.

It turns out that the people in these two chariots are familiar with each other!

Chu Lei was not satisfied yet and insisted that the driver drive his carriage, keep the same speed as the Qingpeng carriage, and drive with them. Then he raised his eyebrows at Song Xu behind the carriage window: "Why did you suddenly come to Chang'an? Could it be that you can't make it in Jiangnan anymore, and you regret the pretentiousness you used to back then?"

Song Xu glanced at him sideways: "Yes, I regret it. I regret why I didn't turn you, a fat man, into a fat man when I left Chang'an."

Chu Lei was still not angry and said, "You are a weak scholar, so you can only show off your words."

"A weak scholar?" Song Xu's eyes swished, "Why don't you draw the way down and we can tell to see who is weak."

Chu Lei held his hands like an old farmer, and the old god squinted his eyes: "I won't compete with you. Now I have a high position and a powerful position. Why bother to compete with you in vain and lose my identity in vain."

Song Xu mocked him for his full skill: "Do you want to, or are you afraid? I think you are afraid. You lost to me a few years ago. Could it be that you, who is so fat in a few years, still want to win over me?"

Chu Lei's expression finally showed signs of collapse.

"Song Xu!"

Chu Lei's gritting teeth sounded like thunder, and many people also heard clearly who he was calling.

Song Xu? Could it be that Song Xu?

At this time, the Qingpeng carriage and the Yongcheng Marquis Mansion had already passed the palace gate side by side. When the Yongcheng Marquis Mansion carriage entered the palace, no one dared to stop him. But after passing the palace gate, he also had to get off the carriage, and then he walked into the city.

Chu Lei jumped off the carriage first, and even the small stool that was stepping on his feet was useless. He looked at Song Xu's carriage with a big belly.

Song Xu followed him down, rubbed his arms on the frame for a while, looked at Chu Lei with his nostrils for a while, and then he approached Chu Lei leisurely.

"Look closer and look, Yongcheng Hou has become fatter."

"Mr. Song Xu is so old that he looks at it."

One person walked down from the two carriages:

"Dad."

"uncle."

One is the young master Jinyu with a light fur and a gentle belt. His graceful fairy spirit is not stained with the mortal world like an immortal coming to the world, with a utterly look;

One is a young man with a blue shirt and wide sleeves, calm, elegant and proud, as cold as pine and green bamboo, and elegant.

If the sun and the moon shine together, if the stars and the wilderness are brilliant.

The two stood facing each other, illuminating the surrounding small world, making the magnificent palace pale.

Chu Lei, the Marquis of Yongcheng, had a big belly and an ordinary facial features. He just married a beautiful beauty named Chang'an and gave birth to a young master Linlang who was as beautiful as pearls and jade.

The stunning and beautiful wife of the Marquis of Yongcheng left early, and the father and son were left, but the father and son were not married again. Instead, they pulled their son Chu Ji and grew up like this. Standing with his father, Yongcheng Hou, there was no similar outline at all. No wonder someone would talk about the fact that the two were not real father and son. It was also rumored that the Marquis of Yongcheng was raising an illegitimate son for Emperor Jingyuan.

The Marquis of Yongcheng knew what those people were thinking, but still didn't care. He even pulled his beautiful son and said he was proud when he saw others. He said that his son looked like him but did not look like him. He was full of pride for his son, but he gradually faded away the doubts.

After all, no one can do this except for his own father!

In short, everyone knows that the high and powerful Marquis of Yongcheng is most contented not because of how many emperors he has, but because he has a beautiful son who has always been to show off when he meets people. At this time, he will certainly not give up such an opportunity when he meets an old friend.

"A Ji, come here to see your Uncle Song." Chu Lei patted his belly and looked proud.

Chu Ji did not step forward as he expected, but glanced at him coldly, very unhappy.

Song Xu almost got happy.

Chu Lei ran over and coaxed his son again before dragging him to Song Xu.

Chu Lei raised his chin: "Here, this is my son Chu Ji!"

Chu Ji curled his lips helplessly and rarely called out "Mr. Song Xu".

"You should be called Uncle Song." Chu Lei was a little unhappy. Seeing Chu Ji look at him, he smiled, "No, you can call me sir, what is my son's name!"

Chu Ji no longer paid attention to him, but looked at Jiang Xi beside Song Xu, with his eyebrows and eyes slightly softer: "Here you come."

"I didn't expect to meet at the palace gate so much!" Jiang Xi smiled and saw the Marquis of Yongcheng looking at her in confusion, and took the initiative to greet him, "I have met Marquis of Yongcheng. The prince and I made friends when I was in Jiangnan."

Song Xu added: "This is my nephew, Jiulang Jiang Xi. How about it, it is not inferior to your prince."

The implication is that your son looks good, so what if my nephew looks good!

Chu Lei understood what he meant, but still smiled: "Very very good, Jiulang is very good, he looks very talented. No wonder he can be friends with Aji, and he is the same excellent as me, and he should play together!"

This is like being good-looking and having fun with those who are good-looking, all the other pheasants stand aside!

Song Xu stopped doing it. Why did Chu Lei have this attitude? It shouldn't be?

He was about to say a few words to stun Chu Lei, but Jiang Xi said, "Uncle, it's getting late, should we go in quickly?"

"etc……"

"Let's take a step first, I think the King of Wei may have arrived too." Jiang Xi turned to Chu Ji.

Chu Ji also said yes.

The two left side by side, and Song Xu, Chu Lei, uncle and father were all left behind.

"Ahem, I won't bother with you." Song Xu threw down a sentence and quickly chased after him.

"Who wants to be skeptical about you!" Chu Lei spitted and shouted loudly, "A Ji, wait for my father!"

Chu Ji walked faster without realizing it.

Jiang Xi also accelerated his pace and somehow laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No, I just think your father is very... cute?"

Chu Ji frowned: "Cute?"

"Yes, it's hard to see a kind father like your father. Look at him, you think you are the best and proudest from the bottom of your heart." The son's full fatherly heart made Jiang Xi feel a lot of nostalgic and remembered the past.

Chu Ji's mouth curled slightly: "That's true."

"It seems that you like your father very much, too."

Chu Ji quickly pursed his smile: "What do you like or not?"

"If you like it, you have to express it. Don't wait until you don't say anything in the future but regret it."

Chu Ji didn't like being passive: "Where are you, it sounds like you have a lot of insights?"

Jiang Xi was stunned for a moment, not wanting to continue talking about this topic, and took the initiative to talk about other things: "Tonight's banquet is so grand, it seems that all the nobles should have arrived."

"Are you talking about King Qi?" Chu Ji had heard Ye Zheng say that Jiang Xi planned to take the initiative to test King Qi at the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet.

Jiang Xi was not surprised that Chu Ji would know: "Yes, I'm thinking about how to find this breakthrough."

"Don't you have any complaints with him?"

Chu Ji's reminder made Jiang Xi flash inspire: "You are right, I have a grudge with the King of Qi!"

"It's so happy to see someone having a grudge for the first time."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Chu Ji smiled again, and didn't even feel the briskness under his feet. He stepped into Liangyi Hall with Jiang Xi not long after.

The Liangyi Hall is the second largest palace in Tai Chi Palace, which is in addition to the Tai Chi Hall where His Majesty listens to the government and is usually a place in the inner court and is often used to entertain ministers.

The Liangyi Hall is magnificent and magnificent, with two side halls on both sides, and pavilions and pavilions. Under the night, the golden and green radiant shines like the nine heavenly palaces. Countless noble people wrapped in gold and jade enter one after another, without any congestion in the hall. Their existence is as small as an ant compared to this tall palace.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet today, all those who can receive palace banquets are ministers of the fifth rank or above, or relatives and nobles. This range is not large. They have basically been in Chang'an for many years and have formed a detailed net with other colleagues. So when the nobles enter, they all see acquaintances and have had a lot of talks. Before the palace banquet, they form small circles that seem to be unfamiliar.

Among the many small circles, King Ye Zheng of Wei was wandering.

It’s not like him that he has offered an olive branch and is willing to accept the fourth prince who was unpopular before but has now been crowned kings and has entered the circle to make friends, but Ye Zheng has always refused indifferently.

He knew what was hidden behind those seemingly friendly smiling faces. He would rather turn himself into a lone guest than mix in those power disputes.

So, before Jiang Xi and Chu Ji arrived together, he sat alone in a corner of the hall, drinking tea on his own.

Yes, it’s tea, not wine. When he came in, Ye Zheng was trapped in the case file every day, for fear that he would be paralyzed by the alcohol and cut off the clues in his thinking. He had not touched alcohol for half a month.

"Just sit in the corner and drink tea?"

Jiang Xi looked at Ye Zheng with a smile, and Chu Ji beside him was as proud as the bright moon in the sky.

"You are here!" Ye Zheng stood up happily.

The three of them gathered together and seemed to have returned to the south of the Yangtze River and above the Jade Mountain in a trance.
Chapter completed!