"This time, even the elders like General Wang are here..."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan shrugged his shoulders and said innocently, "I don't know this kind of thing beforehand."

Although Zhao Yinger is somewhat shy and nervous, she still walks in behind Zhang Xiaofan.

"It's the people from the royal family in the imperial capital who are here!"

When they arrived at the banquet hall of the villa, they immediately attracted the attention of many people in the hall and made them look this way.

The royal family, the imperial capital, is one of the eight powerful families in Peking.

Moreover, just because of the existence of Wang Zhenyuan's "dinghaishen needle", it can be said that the Wang family is the most powerful one among the top families in Peking.

Many people can't help but look at the royal family. In Peiping, there is no doubt that the imperial family is one of the most powerful.

All the way forward, Wang Zhenyuan took the initiative to take Zhang Xiaofan and his party to the front row of the banquet, which is only a few steps away from the crystal eyes. This table is their exclusive seat.

Next to them, there are also six seats. Needless to say, they are from the other six big families in Peiping!

Ling Qingxuan of the Ling family is sitting not far away. After seeing Zhang Xiaofan enter the banquet, her eyes also become very complicated!

Zhang Xiaofan's terrifying strength, and his superb racing skills, all of which left Ling Qingxuan a deep impression.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan did not put his idea on Ling Qingxuan at all. He put his heart on Zhao Yinger beside him and watched her smile.

In particular, after seeing Zhao Ying'er's magnificent demeanor and fairy face, Ling Qingxuan felt very frustrated and lost.

"Is this the true love that Zhang Xiaofan pursues?"

If only in terms of appearance and temperament, although Zhao Yinger is better than herself, Ling Qingxuan doesn't think she is too different from Zhao Yinger.

But the poetic and picturesque spirit of immortality is something that Ling Qingxuan does not have.

As far as Peiping is concerned, only Yu Qingyue, the most beautiful woman in Peiping today, who is known as "a dream of the imperial capital", is qualified to compete with one of them!

"Why, if it wasn't for the many experiences in Hangzhou before, it would be Ling Qingxuan who should be sitting next to that man now..."

After thinking of this, Ling Qingxuan is a little impatient and grabs her hair at the sideburns. However, such a move does not make any part of his boredom, on the contrary, it becomes more and more intense.

In this regard, Ling Zhenfei, the younger brother sitting next to Ling Qingxuan, was a little strange and said, "what's the matter with you, elder sister?"

Ling Qingxuan doesn't choose to answer her brother's doubts. She just tries not to look at Zhang Xiaofan, but she can't help looking at him anyway.

On the round table on the right side of the Ling family, there are also three people, a middle-aged man and two other young men aged 25 or 6