Chapter 150

Knowing that Jiuhe is Fang jiuren, Liang Yun's heart has been hard to calm for a long time.

If Jiuhe is just an ordinary person, not Fang jiuren, everything before can be said to be a coincidence. But he is just Fang jiuren. Maybe everything is not so simple.

He and Wen jinniang don't know Fang jiuren, but Wen jinniang doesn't avoid her own identity when she gets along with Jiuhe. That is to say, Fang jiuren is in the dark, they are in the light.

Fang jiuren clearly knows that Liang Yun is the eldest son of the Liang family, and he is also the person who stopped him from the children's case last time. How can we treat Wen jinniang sincerely and make friends with her.

If he is close to Wen jinniang intentionally, then what is his purpose, to enter the interior of Liang's house? Or just want Liang Yun and Wen jinniang to have a conflict?

Liang Yun is a thoughtful person, and he thinks more and more deeply. After deep thinking, he became more and more thrilled, and Liang Yun was in a cold sweat.

Liang Yun's absence of mind is seen by Liang's mother. Liang Yun pats him on the shoulder and then pulls him back from thinking. Liang's mother frowned, looked at her sweating and asked, "Yuner, what's the matter with you?"

"No, it's OK." After Liang Yun recovered, he wiped most of the sweat off his forehead and replied.

On the other hand, after Fang jiuren saluted the emperor, he was seated. The whole body bearing and the mysterious mask attracted many maids in charge in the royal garden. Even a lot of aristocratic ladies and famous families, Guiwei, are also the eyes of the public.

Over the past few years, Fang jiuren's ambition has grown. Just now, he let the emperor sit and wait for him to come out. The situation and style of the emperor and the imperial concubine were faintly over. It's really lawless.

However, the emperor did not seem to see the general, is still a face of kind smile, but also smile to let the maid in waiting pour a glass of wine to Fang jiuren.

However, the emperor did not mind. But let the side of the Qin old general quite despise, especially to see Fang jiuren even as if nothing had happened to drink that glass of wine, is in the heart of anger.

He hummed coldly and said, "prime minister Fang is really a big man. He came to the end. I can't learn such manners. "

When general Qin said this, his tone was like a sword pointing at Fang jiuren. It was so strange that no one could tell the dissatisfaction of general Qin at the moment.

However, Fang jiuren, with a smile, held out his hand and vainly offered a toast to general Qin. He said, "that old general Qin should learn well."

"But Fang is worried that he will not be able to learn at the age of general Qin."

"You General Qin is also a master of violent temper. He can't stand Fang jiuren's sarcasm. Immediately, he was so angry that he crushed the wine cups in his hands. He clapped his hands and roared at Fang jiuren.

"You this Si, when this general goes out to battle, you still don't know where, dare to use this tone to talk to me?"

"A good face needs to be covered up. It's rare to show up. It's a coquettish. It doesn't get into the hall!"

General Qin doesn't like to beat around the Bush as others do. His long life on the battlefield made him develop a character of straight going, drinking blood and eating meat. In particular, the other Hatoyama this disloyal dog generation, that curse but unambiguous.

However, Fang jiuren is a smart man. Facing the old general Qin who is about to come over from the table and wants to beat himself up, Fang jiuren is still a group of people who have nothing to do with his own affairs. Just a light look at the old general Qin, mouth hook with a smile, and then looked up and drank a glass of wine.

"You..." general Qin was even more angry when he saw that Fang jiuren didn't pay attention to himself. He just wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the emperor above.

"Qin Aiqing, today is supposed to be a happy day. Please calm down. I want to have a drink with Qin Aiqing. " As he spoke, he waved his bright yellow sleeves and invited a well-rounded maid to add wine to general Qin.

However angry general Ren Qin was, he had to stop because of the emperor's persuasion. Take that glass of wine. Then he glanced at Fang jiuren and gave a cold hum, which meant he didn't speak any more.

For a moment, everyone here was silent. It was a good party. It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

The owners of every family never mentioned the dispute between Fang jiuren and Qin Zhenqin. They were all thoughtful and didn't know what it was.

Fortunately, the emperor ordered some singing and dancing performances to come in. The graceful and graceful dancers, after all, relaxed a lot of atmosphere. After three rounds of drinking, people were no longer constrained. They drank happily, chatting with people they knew, and slowly enjoying the dancing posture of the dancers in front of them.

The dancers were covered with purple gauze, and they couldn't see who was who. With the changes of the tune, one by one to show their ability to twist the waist, stretch out. It's like a butterfly gathering honey in flowers. It's so beautiful that people forget to return.

Especially among the dancers, there is a graceful woman in red dress and red yarn, which is unforgettable.

Although there is no real face, it is only the charm that shows that many people present can't help showing their infatuated appearance. Look at the figure and posture, it's even more graceful.

Even Liang Yun and Fang jiuren are attracted to the past. Since the dancer appeared on the stage, Liang Yun's eyes are tightly attached to her body, never falling off.

But Fang jiuren's eyes were thoughtful. He only thought that the dancer's eyes were familiar, just like that person. But the next second is shaking his head, smile.

How could it be? I saw her go with my own eyes, and how could I dance in the palace? It's just a little similar.

Thinking about this, Jiuhe took back his eyes and no longer enjoyed the wonderful song and dance. He drank wine alone and was quite at ease.

On the top of willows, and then suddenly jump over the mountain, gradually sink. The banquet is coming to an end, and many people with poor drinking capacity have been in a lurch for a long time. Even the emperor's face was ruddy and his eyes were blurred.

Fang jiuren is still sitting straight, drinking wine.