Waiting for the song to end, he walked forward in small steps with his head lowered to the front of the dance floor. He first knelt down and saluted, and said: "I'm disturbing you, Master Yaxing. Mr. Xihongshi and his friends have arrived. Now...

Waiting in the corridor."

Kaixin was originally standing on the side of the corridor and couldn't see clearly the appearance of King Xiaoyao. He could only hear a hearty voice saying: "Get up, why don't you go and invite them in so that they don't need to show any courtesy? We are here today."

We use literature to make friends, enjoy the peach blossoms together, and just talk happily."

Kaixin and others took their seats one after another, and then they had the opportunity to look at the Xiaoyao King head-on. He could see his face with the Chinese character, Longmu nose, majestic weapons, and noble aura. It was obvious at a glance that he was a romantic king. However, in such a

There is no beauty by the king's side.

While Kaixin was thinking about how to ask for the Wuxiang Bi from King Xiaoyao, he glanced around the banquet in boredom and saw many people from the Central Plains at the banquet, all of whom seemed to be well-mannered and well-mannered. They looked like they were worthy of being the legendary hero storyteller.

At the meeting, there was a small plaque in front of everyone with their name written on it.

The arrival of Xihongshi caused a short discussion at the banquet. After King Xiaoyao cordially shook hands with him and expressed his sincere greetings, he returned to the banquet. All the scriptwriters showed great admiration and asked for inscriptions as a souvenir.[

And the Xiaoyao King, although he was the overlord of the party, did not have any domineering air at all. At this time, his face was slightly drunk, and he seemed to be slightly tipsy, but his eyes were still full of wisdom.

King Xiaoyao sat on the couch and raised the glass cup on the table: "The night is just right, please raise your glasses."

I looked at it happily. This glass cup was different from the ordinary porcelain used in the Central Plains. It was filled with luminous light. The wine in the cup did not look like rice wine or green plum wine, but was purple-red. It was particularly beautiful in the glass cup.

Bai Lian and Kaixin were playing around outside and talking a lot. He couldn't help but feel thirsty. He didn't care much at the moment and drank it all in one gulp like a cow. However, this wine was neither as spicy as sorghum wine nor as green plum wine.

It's generally refreshing, but it's sour with a slight astringency.

Bai Lian couldn't help but spit out the wine. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and smacked his lips and complained: "This wine

This is a fine grape wine that the envoys of Xiaoyao Wang sent from the West. He thought that the color and taste were unique, so he used it to entertain the storytellers in the Central Plains. Now I see an unknown boy speaking so rudely.

, a slight look of displeasure suddenly appeared on his face.

Although this fine wine is expensive, it really does not suit the taste of the people in the Central Plains. However, everyone has learned poetry and etiquette, so even if they think it tastes bad, they have never revealed it. Now that they see this young man being so reckless, they can't help but sweat for him.

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Kaixin was also anxious and said: "Prince Xiaoyao, this friend of mine is from the country. I will drink a glass of my own to make amends for him."

Unexpectedly, Bai Lian didn't realize it. He saw Gao Xing pouring the wine into his mouth and quickly grabbed it: "This wine is spoiled, don't drink it!"

Kaixin was worried that King Xiaoyao would punish Bai Lian, so he quickly grabbed it, drank it all, and then glared at Bai Lian: "Don't talk too much!"
Chapter completed!