Very disrespectful.

This is the idea that suddenly popped up in the mind of the six ministers. In front of such distinguished guests as Lan Yuehou, Dong Taishi, and Qi Tianchen, it was extremely disrespectful to place a big memorial sign and even go so far as to sing an elegy.

.But they did not dare to rebuke in public, firstly because they were too shocked that this grand banquet ended in a funeral, secondly because Lan Yuehou, Grand Master Dong did not seem to be unhappy, but

Qi Tianchen...Zhan Shuaifu was originally under the custody of Qin Tian. Without Qi Tianchen's permission, where did Xiao Se and the others find so many Zhan Shuaifu?

Have courage.

This was the inner thought of Lan Yuehou and Grand Master Dong. A grand banquet was held for which they invited two lord supervisors, the son of the Mu family, the richest man in Qingzhou, who had the best chance of inheriting the family business, and the imperial advisor of the dynasty. Originally, this was to establish their authority.

At this good time, the six ministries that control the real power in the DPRK and the four tycoons who hold the economic lifeline of Tianqi are all waiting for a negotiation with Xiao Se. And after this negotiation, they can decide their own ownership. But Xiao Se did not do it, or was ashamed.

Yu did such a thing. After he revealed his trump card, he turned the last banquet into a funeral in order to pay homage to the senior brother who died to help him return to the capital.

madness.

This was what Xiao Yu had in mind. In Xiao Yu's opinion, Xiao Se was too stupid to give up the benefits of this banquet for the sake of so-called friendship.

Xiao Chong sighed heavily and said, "I'm not as good as him."

Zi Tong wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and asked Qi Tianchen with a blink: "Jian Zheng, what are they singing? Why do I feel a little sad?"

Qi Tianchen just smiled and asked him: "Are you full?"

Zi Tong nodded: "I'm full."

Qi Tianchen knocked on his head, and still spoke to Zi Tong, but looked at Xiao Se: "Wait a moment, there is the last dish."

Xiao Se stood on the stage, Ye Ruoyi, Lei Wujie, and Sikong Qianluo were still standing on the stage, and the sixteen Xueyue City disciples were also standing on the stage.

All the guests were sitting under the stage.

The originally lively and noisy feast suddenly became extremely quiet, with the two parties standing opposite each other as if facing each other.

Tu Erye suddenly stood up and cleared his throat. He was the boss of Qianjintai, a big shot in Tianqi City that no one dared to look down upon, but today he was working like a waiter. But he didn't mind.

Because there are people like Liubu Shangshu and Chiwang who feel bleak and stupid.

There are also people like him who sincerely admire Xiao Se.

Xiao Se is not stupid, what he wants is not profit, what he wants is always the true heart.

"Serve the last dish."

"The last dish?" Li Ruozhong looked at the precious fruits in front of him and asked confused. The banquet was over when the rare fruits were served at the end, so why would there be one more dish?

"Last dish, bean soup and rice."

Li Ruozhong's expression suddenly changed and he shouted angrily: "You bastard!"

"What is bean soup rice?" Zi Tong asked, "It doesn't sound very delicious."

Qi Tianchen touched Zi Tong's head: "You can live forever by taking tofu. The dead are gone, but the living are still alive. We all need to live well."

Qi Tianchen explained it euphemistically, but everyone present knew it very clearly. Eating bean soup and rice is a funeral custom for people from the south of Beili and the country of Nanjue. After a person dies, the family of the deceased will set up a tofu banquet and invite those who were friends of the deceased before his death.

Friends come for a banquet. There will be no meat at the banquet, only various dishes made with tofu, and the most indispensable among them is the bowl of bean soup with rice.

The servants from Qianjintai came out carrying bowls of bean soup and rice. This bowl of bean soup and rice was completely different from the previous exquisite dishes. It was just served in a large coarse porcelain bowl and the presentation was not the same.

It's not fancy, just ordinary rice mixed with tofu soup.

The bean soup and rice were still being served in the audience, but the Xueyue City disciples on the stage had already taken their portion and finished it solemnly and quickly. They put down their bowls and chopsticks, jumped up, and divided into two rows, neatly

He stood at the door of Qianjin Terrace.

Sixteen disciples.

Sixteen long swords.

If I don't finish that bowl of bean soup and rice, can I still walk out of this Qianjin Terrace?

Xiao Se did not look at the eyes of the guests and slowly walked out of Qianjin Terrace. Ye Ruoyi, Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo followed behind him. Xiao Se sat down on the steps, looked at the moon in the sky, and sighed:

"I remember the day I first met Senior Brother, it was such a beautiful moonlit night."

The other three did not speak, but sat down next to him, silently looking at the moon in the sky with him.

Among the guests in the venue, Dugu Lonely, Jiujiudao, Hu Dan, Wu Daidai and Tu Erye quickly finished the bean soup and rice in their hands, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave, but whispered to each other.

Talking.

Mu Chunfeng sat with the four shopkeepers, shook his head and said: "In our Qingzhou, if the master invites you to a tofu banquet, the guests cannot refuse. The dead are the most important, what do you think?"

Tian Mozhi nodded: "I have to eat it."

Mu Chunfeng turned to look at the four wealthy businessmen in Tianqi City: "What do you think?"

The four wealthy businessmen did not say anything, but finally took over the bowl of bean soup and rice.

Qi Tianchen watched Zi Tong eating bite by bite with a spoon and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Zi Tong nodded: "It's delicious, better than all the dishes just now."

"Is it so delicious?" Qi Tianchen also took a mouthful and put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and finally sighed softly, "It is indeed more delicious than the clichéd fifteen-cup imperial banquet."

The remaining eyes were all looking at Master Dong.

Lan Yuehou took the bean soup and rice and asked: "If I remember correctly, the grand master is actually from the south?"

"Yes, in my hometown, people will eat a bowl of bean soup and rice after death. No one knows why, but it has been passed down from generation to generation. When I was a child, I didn't know what death was. I just thought everyone was enjoying the meal.

A bowl of bean curd rice is also quite interesting. It wasn’t until I grew up that I realized that it was plain and long. A bowl of bean curd soup was full of worries about my old friends. But since I came to Tianqi, I haven’t eaten bean curd rice for many years.

It’s time to eat.”

"I don't want to eat too much of this kind of meal." Lan Yuehou said calmly.

Master Dong picked up the bowl and said slowly: "I just hope that after I die, someone will give me a bowl of bean soup and rice."

All the officials in the court finally extended their hands.

Xiao Chong also sat down and began to eat slowly with the scholar Xuantong.

Only Xiao Yu pushed away the bowl of bean soup and rice and said sternly: "I won't eat it." He took Long Xie and walked straight out. After all, the sixteen Xueyue City disciples did not draw their swords.

At the door, the four real hosts of the banquet were sitting there waiting for him.

"Lao Qi, I guess you won't eat that bowl of bean soup and rice." Xiao Se didn't turn around.

Xiao Yu sneered: "Your senior brother is dead, what does it have to do with me?"

Xiao Se stood up, turned around, and said with stern eyes: "Soon you will understand what it has to do with you."

At this time, the sound of iron hoofbeats suddenly came from the distance, and everyone turned their heads.
Chapter completed!