Mu Qinghuang fell into deep thought, and a hint of sorrow surged in her eyes.

"I'm here, I won't add tea to the old man!"

Nangong Xiong finished speaking with a smile and looked at Hong Wanjun: "Brother Wanjun, why didn't you see Qianji's child? Tonight is her home court, we are all here for her."

Hong Wanjun turned around and looked at the waiter of the mansion behind him: "Go and invite the lady. The feast cannot be without her."

"yes--"

The waiter took the order and turned around and left.

Soon, the guests put down their glasses of wine and looked at the girl walking out of the corridor.

The girl was wearing red robe dresses, with charming eyebrows and eyes, exuding a unique temperament.

She walked from the end of the corridor, walked through the garden of Dongge, and appeared completely in everyone's sight.

Seeing this, everyone took a breath of air conditioning.

The young talents from famous families stared at Hong Qianji intently.

The ninth prince Chiying stood up with a white jade wine glass.

He was wearing a brocade robe, with a face as jade as his crown and an extraordinary temperament, and slowly walked towards the girl as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

"Chanji, you are so beautiful."

Chiying was fascinated by the sight and breathed rapidly.

"Then I thank the ninth prince for his praise here."

After Hong Qianji finished speaking, she entered the center of the feast.

The red shadow followed closely like a flower protector, never leaving.

Whenever I look at Hong Qianji, I am filled with hot light.

It's like staring at the rare treasures and the unattainable stars in the sky.

Hong Qianji's arrival pushed the banquet to a climax.

Young nobles and juniors lined up to toast.

It's like a carnival.

Everyone praised Hong Qianji.

There are people who love them, and there are flatteries.

Not far away were sitting at the table, Nangong Xi, Bai Xianxian and others.

In addition, there are Mu Ruoting, Mu Youlan and Mu Chan in the second house of Mu Mansion.

Nangong Xi looked at Hong Qianji hatefully.

Just now, she toasted the Ninth Prince, who ignored her, but was very attentive to Hong Qianji.

Nangong Xi kept pouring wine at himself, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Princess Bai Xianxian held her head with her hands, blinked her eyes and said, "Does the Mu Mansion also have to set up a holy beast banquet? Sister Chu is the one who has inherited the opportunity of the holy beast. Zhuque is still the leader of the four holy beasts, no worse than Sister Qianji."

Nangong Xi was worried when he heard about Ye Chuyue.

However, I felt very happy when I thought that Ye Chuyue had died in the southern suburbs.

This is also the conversation she accidentally overheard from her father.

Nangong Xi's cheeks were red due to drunkenness.

She stuffed the remaining wine and glanced at Bai Xianxian: "Sister Chu? It's so intimate, but your sister Chu can't come back and dies outside."

Mu Ruoting paused while drinking and said casually: "Xi'er, Chu Yue is General Wuling, so you should not say this any more."

"I'm talking nonsense?"

Nangong Xi pointed at himself and was dissatisfied: "If you don't believe it, go to the Nanjiao now to see if you have no grass growing."

Mu Ruoting's eyes flashed, and he turned his head toward the four major families and the old man, probably knowing what happened to the feast tonight.

Immediately, a smile appeared on the corner of Mu Ruoting's mouth.

Mu Chan asked excitedly: "Sister Xi, is this true?"

"I, Nangong Xi, never tell lies."

Nangong Xi patted her chest and promised.

At this moment, Nangong Xiong suddenly stood up, holding a thousand-machine pigeon in his hand.
Chapter completed!