This scene made the servants around him stunned.

They have never seen anyone who the master of their hometown is so polite to. What is the identity of this young man? Is it possible that the master of their hometown of their hometown called him?

Zhan Wuqian nodded and sat down with the flow.

The banquet was quite luxurious.

There are top-quality spiritual wine on the mat, and the meat is made of fourth-level monsters. It is carefully cooked by the master, and it is full of color, fragrance and taste, making people feel very excited.

"Young Master Zhan, I wish you a cup."

Long Aotian stood up and filled with wine for Zhan Wuque himself.

"You're welcome."

Zhan Wuque raised the wine glass with one hand and signaled slightly.

"Who are you? My father stood up to toast you, but you didn't move at all, holding the cup in one hand, how can you tell the etiquette?"

Outside the door, a delicate shout came.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful girl in a strong suit strode in.

The long hair on the shawl was simply combed behind the head, revealing a smooth and shiny face, big eyes, a small mouth, and a thin waist that was not enough to hold. It was bulging in front of the front and back, extremely plump, and was outlined by tight clothing to create a breathtaking curve.

She is Long Aotian's youngest daughter, one of the peerless beauties of Longdu, Long Jiaojiao.

Because Long Aotian got a beloved daughter in his old age, he loved her very much and treated her as a treasure for her palm.

But this also caused Long Jiaojiao to be a bit willful and willful.

At this moment, when Long Aotian heard what Long Jiaojiao said, his face suddenly darkened, "Jiaojiao, why did you talk to Mr. Zhan? Apologize quickly"!

"Impossible. I don't care which young master he is, I just don't allow disrespect to my father"!

Long Jiaojiao retorted loudly.

She mistakenly thought Zhan Wuque was the eldest son, so Long Aotian was like this.

Long Aotian has always been a tall and mighty guardian god in Long Jiaojiao's heart. Seeing Zhan Wuque so "disrespectful", a nameless anger surged in her heart.

"Random", Long Aotian's face changed, "How did you teach you on weekdays? Now, immediately apologize to Mr. Zhan immediately"!

After saying that, Long Aotian turned around and clasped his fists at Zhan Wuque, "I am not strict in discipline, so I am laughing at you."

"It's okay".

Zhan Wuque said lightly, drinking on his own.

"you……"!

Long Jiaojiao was still indifferent when she saw Zhan Wuque, and she was furious. When she saw her father looking servile, she turned around and left on the spot.

"Jiaojiao"!

Long Aotian sighed repeatedly when he saw Long Jiaojiao leaving with anger.

He originally wanted the little girl to come and meet Zhan Wuque, so that he would fall in love with each other. He never expected that he would part in a bad mood.

Long Aotian smiled bitterly and had to sit down.

On the other hand, Long Jiaojiao became more and more angry as she thought about it. She called her servants and said, "Check me what the identity of the boy my father was treating."

Soon, someone reported that his identity was unknown, but the person who received him was Longhu.

Long Jiaojiao waved her hand and sent someone to bring Longhu.

After a while, a young man was brought in by a blowjob. He turned out to be Longhu's son, Long Feihu.

"Miss, Longhu was not found, only his son was found," said the man.

"Miss, are you doing something with me?"

Long Feihu said with a flattering look on his face and cautiously.

Long Jiaojiao has a noble status and was named Princess by the king of the country as soon as she was born, which is far beyond his comparison.

Long Jiaojiao frowned and asked, "Your father received a boy a few days ago. Do you know who he is?"

Long Feihu was stunned when he heard this.

Could it be that the person in the lady’s mouth is Zhan Wuque?

"That boy is the surname Zhan"?

Long Feihu asked in a low voice.

"That's right, it's him." Long Jiaojiao's eyes lit up and she thought.

Just now, my father called the young man the young master Zhan, and I guess he was the same person.

"Tell me quickly, who he is and what is his origin?"

Long Jiaojiao ordered.

Long Feihu dared not hide it and quickly informed him of everything he knew.

When Long Jiaojiao learned that Zhan Wuque was from the ninth-class small country below, he frowned.

A ninth-class small country, even if the king of a country is here, he should respectfully call her "Princess".

Zhan Wuque, why should a young man make his father so respectful?

Could it be that he had grasped some weaknesses or handles of his father, so his father had to treat him with such an attitude?

Thinking of this, Long Jiaojiao felt the more likely it was. She felt a little disgusted with Zhan Wuque in her heart.

Such behavior is really despicable!

"By the way, Miss, that kid has been pursuing his sister recently and even gave him a Qingyuan Fruit."

Long Feihu seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly said.

"Qingyuan Fruit"!

Long Jiaojiao's face changed.

As a princess, she is also half a person in the palace. Naturally, she has heard of Qingyuan Fruit and knows the preciousness of Qingyuan Fruit.

This is the life-saving medicine of the king.

That young man dared to give it to others at will, so brave!

"Okay, I understand. This is a reward for you, go ahead."

Long Jiaojiao threw half of the Yuan stone into Long Feihu's arms, waved her hand casually, and said impatiently.

"yes".

Long Feihu bent down and said respectfully, turning around and leaving.

When he walked to a place where no one was around, Long Feihu took out the Yuanshi in his arms and threw it hard on the ground, and stepped on it a few times, "Who do you look down on the horse? I'll just be the best person when I call me and waving it. I'll give me half of Yuanshi. What's the point? Isn't it just a good father? I can still become a master of others by myself."

After a strong ventilation, Long Feihu picked up Yuanshi from the ground, blew it carefully, and carefully put it into the storage bag.

Even though this Yuan stone is only the size of a thumb, it is a considerable wealth for him, so he naturally cannot bear to throw it away.

"I will go to find Doctor Zhang now. When I become Doctor Zhang's brother-in-law, I will first become a ninth-grade imperial physician. In the future, it will be no problem for any sixth-grade third-grade ones"!

"At that time, you all will kneel down and beg me."

Long Feihu roared excitedly and strode outward.

Not long after, he came to Doctor Zhang's residence.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Dafu said a little unhappy when he saw Long Feihu coming uninvited.

At this time, he was working behind closed doors at home, digesting the gains of Zhan Wuque's preaching that day.

Until now, he has only less than one percent of it.

This made him sigh from time to time.

The miracle doctor is indeed a miracle doctor, and one word is enough to benefit him for the rest of his life.

These days, he has never been to the Imperial Hospital, and most of the other Imperial Doctors are like this.

The king was mostly cured by Zhan Wuque. They breathed a sigh of relief. They took this opportunity to take a good rest at home for a while and digest Zhan Wuque's preaching that day.

Recently, Zhang Dafu felt his medical realm progressing rapidly. It was no longer difficult for him to come to the fifth grade, which made him ecstatic.

Therefore, when he was sprinting to the fifth grade, he was interrupted by Long Feihu coming to the door, so he naturally would not have a good face.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Zhang Dafu shook his sleeves and said arrogantly.

"Doctor Zhang, my sister has already promised your 38th concubine, and my disciple comes here to inform you."

Long Feihu said respectfully.
Chapter completed!