Two days later, on the twelfth floor of a five-star hotel in Xinjiekou, Nanjing, a long banner was placed outside the Wutong Hall. On the banner was a photo of a young child carved in pink and jade, smiling very sweetly.
There is a line of text written under the photo.
Mr. Tang Xinhe and Ms. Shen Jia respectfully invite all guests to the Linzi Full Moon Banquet.
The furnishings in the Wutong Hall are very childlike at this time, all with warm colors, and various cartoons and dolls. Photos and videos of the family of three are played on a loop on the big screen, which is very festive.
In today's society, a full-moon reception for a child may be more grand and grand than a wedding. In the past, the full-moon reception was just setting up a few tables and inviting relatives and friends to come over and collect some gifts and money.
Nowadays, the Full Moon Festival has been transformed into a party, with the emcee presiding over the event, site decoration, music and lighting coordinating with each other, and all the links are complete. What was originally a meal can last for two or three hours.
Tang Xinhe and Shen Jia both had extensive connections. After the birth of the only son of the Tang family, it was natural that they would have to make arrangements in a big way, and more than sixty tables would be set up for the invited people.
At six o'clock in the evening, people started to enter the Wutong Hall of the five-star hotel one after another. Half an hour later, almost every table had people sitting down. Tang Xinhe and Shen Jia had been waiting at the door to greet the guests.
Xiang Que and Zhang Huaiqing were sitting together in a corner of the banquet hall. Neither of them spoke, just silently watching the scene.
At 6:40, most of the people who were supposed to come had already arrived. Shen Jia and Tang Xinhe walked in from the door, got on the stage and started talking in a low voice with the host.
At 6:50, in the parking lot below the hotel, a motorcade drove in. The license plates were all Lu. After the motorcade stopped, the driver of the front car quickly stepped out and opened the door at the back.
"Mr. Kong Da, please"
Deacon Kong stepped out of the car, and then the other car doors opened one after another. Among them were brother and sister Kong Dejing and Kong Deru. The group entered the hotel lobby and headed straight to the twelfth floor.
At seven o'clock, the full moon wine officially started. The host started the first step on the stage, which was to welcome the guests from all over the world. At this time, a rather eye-catching team appeared at the door. Mr. Kong Da led the group.
The son of the government stepped into the venue, then he gestured respectfully to Tang Xin and his wife on the stage, then found two tables and sat down casually.
Tang Xinhe and Shen Jia looked at each other, with a sense of helplessness and anger in them. Once they arrived, the full-moon banquet couldn't stop.
The team from the Kong Mansion were not far apart from Xiang Que, Zhang Huaiqing and the others, only about four meters apart. After the people from the Kong Mansion sat down, Xiang Que glanced at him, and Deacon Kong just glanced at him lightly.
Turning his head away at a glance, Kong Dejing glared angrily and tightened his pretty face, while Kong Deru frowned and squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"Shua" Xiang Que raised his hand and raised his middle finger in that direction in a very rogue manner.
"This bastard is too arrogant." Kong Dejing gritted her teeth. Kong Deru patted her gently and said, "It's just a quick show of words. Let him be embarrassed first, and he will feel uncomfortable later."
Xiang Que bared his teeth and smiled: "Before I hit you, I'll make you sick for no other reason than that. If you're not happy, then I'll be happy. Although you don't feel any pain or itching, as long as you feel sick, then I'll be satisfied."
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Confucius was good at Confucianism and convinced people with virtue, so he was quite helpless when he met a rogue and scoundrel like Xiang Que.
A third of the way through the full moon banquet, Shen Jia came out from behind with her child in her arms, then walked off the stage and shuttled back and forth among relatives and friends, letting her child meet everyone.
The people in the Kong Mansion all stood up. Just because of such a little guy, the Kong Mansion has not mobilized troops like this for a long time. It is more likely that they will have to fight with people again.
Mr. Kong Da stretched out his hands and asked, "Ms. Shen, can you give me a hug?"
Shen Jia hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the child in his arms.
After Mr. Kong Da took the child, he put his left hand around his body and grabbed the child's wrist with his right hand in front of him.
After a while, Mr. Kong Da took a long breath and handed the child back.
After Shen Jia left, Kong Dejing asked softly: "Arch deacon, this child..."
"Heaven's destiny is here, it is indeed the Great Luck, and the blessings are profound." Mr. Kong Da said with emotion: "In today's world, Confucius and Mencius are no longer popular, and the number of people who worship Confucius is becoming increasingly rare. I don't know how many more years there will be." In the past, the glory of the Saint's Court has disappeared. This child is an opportunity for us, we must fight for it."
Kong Dejing glanced at Xiang Que and said, "They must be sure to win him, too?"
"That's natural. Fortunately, we were not familiar with the Tang family beforehand, so we allowed the people in Zhongjing's residence to take advantage of them and win their favor. Moreover, the man surnamed Xiang has a very good relationship with the Tang family. This It helped them a lot.”
Kong Deru said angrily: "It's just a stick that stirs shit."
"Dejing, please try again," Mr. Kong Da said softly.
Kong Dejing gritted her teeth and said, "Deacon, do we care about that kid?"
"It is naturally the best to be able to fight without losing blood. When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. If you can avoid it, avoid it. If we really can't win, then we can only forget about etiquette, morality, benevolence and justice."
Kong Dejing stood up and walked towards Xiang Que.
"Hello, Miss Kong," Xiang Que greeted with a mean smile.
Kong Dejing glanced at him and ignored him at all. Instead, she took the initiative to salute Zhang Huaiqing and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are polite."
"The Confucius family is really talented. Miss Kong is known as a model of Confucianism and Taoism at such a young age. She is really lucky to be the lintel of the family."
Kong Dejing smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Zhang, thank you very much."
Putting aside the current competing identities, the Confucius Mansion and the Zhongjing Mansion are both saints' houses. They are considered to be the only remaining saints in the world, and one advocates Confucianism and the other practices the way of helping the world. There is really no conflict. .
If the reincarnation of Cao Qingdao hadn't appeared, the two of them could have become friends if they met, but now they are in a hostile state because they want to compete for Cao Qingdao, which is bloody enough.
Kong Dejing pulled out the chair and sat down, then spoke again: "Mr. Zhang, are you really determined to win the Tang family?"
"each other, each other"
Kong Dejing bit her lip and said softly: "What if our Kong family... wants to marry your Zhongjing mansion?"
"Wow!" Xiang Que and Zhang Huaiqing were both stunned at the same time. They really didn't expect that Kong Dejing could throw out such a bait.
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