Eight Hundred and Twelfth: Jianzhou Capital, Set in Beijing (1)

It is said to be a celebration banquet, but it is actually more like a welcome banquet.

Today's protagonist is not Jiang Pengji, but three cute new friends who have just joined the group.

After Feng Jin and others secretly observed, except for Fu Wang, they were quite satisfied with the other two friends.

Qi Kuang was originally a centurion under Yang Tao's tent, but because of his inconvenient legs and feet and his ugly appearance, he was never allowed to be reused.

Because of these experiences, Qi Kuang has a silent personality, he doesn't talk to people easily, and he seems to be a pragmatic and non-provoking master.

Today's Marushu forces need such people who live more and talk less, at least they will not cause trouble, and easily create dirty things with others.

Shao Guang used to work under Xu Pei's tent, but because of his weak presence and bad background, Xu Pei was not allowed to use him for many years.

As far as Qi Kuang is concerned, Shao Guang is quite talkative and smooth, no matter what others say, he can talk to him.

In addition, he was strongly recommended by Feng Zhen, and everyone's acceptance of Shao Guang was quite good.

Even if they don't trust Shao Guang, they still have to trust Feng Zhen, right?

The only one who didn't fit in was Fu Wang, who looked like a lone wolf out of the group, with an unspeakable arrogance in his eyes.

It's not that they don't want to contact Fu Wang, it's entirely because Fu Wang is too indifferent, full of evil spirits, and only has four big characters "Strangers are not allowed to enter" written on his face. The only person in the room who had a friendship with Fu Wang and had natural kindness towards him was Meng Hun.

"General Fu, it's no fun drinking alone. I'll toast you a glass at the end. Thank you for your kindness back then."

Meng Hun sighed secretly, and toasted Fu Wang who was sitting next to him.

Fu Wang was five or six years younger than Meng Hun, but his qualifications and military exploits were far higher than Meng Hun's, and the latter deserved to be humbled.

"You and I belong to the same generation now, so you don't need to be humble."

Fu Wang squinted his eyes and saw the kind smile on Meng Hun's face, and the unhappiness in his heart almost dissipated.

He picked up the wine cup on his table, and the two poured the wine into their stomachs in one go.

Meng Hun was going to find out what Fu Wang was saying, not because he was gossip, but because he wanted to help Fu Wang integrate into Maruzhou as soon as possible.

He smiled and said, "Since General Fu said so, I am not humble anymore. If I can meet with my peers, it is naturally my wish."

Fu Wang remained silent and poured a glass of wine by himself.

Meng Hun asked, "Just now I saw that the general's face was not worried, but what trouble did he encounter?"

Fu Wang was a little disappointed and said, "Since it's a celebration banquet, there is no singing and dancing to add to the fun, and there is no vocal music to warm up the scene. It's really boring."

Meng Hun listened, with an embarrassed yet polite smile on his face.

Singing and singing?

My lord is too stingy and doesn't raise dancers and singers at all. Want to watch the performance at the banquet?

OK, prepare yourself.

Thinking of his master's virtue, Meng Hun felt powerless.

He couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "General Fu wants to watch singing and dancing, but I'm afraid it's impossible."

Fu Wang raised his brows, his eyes became more serious and searching, "How do you say that?"

"My lord always says that I don't want to support idlers. How can I spend a lot of money to support singers and dancers? If the general wants to watch songs and dances, I'm afraid he can only watch a group of old men hang their voices or watch Hanmei dancing with guns and Dianyin playing with axes... Zixiao Huaiyu's painting skills are good, and Huaiyu's piano skills are excellent..."

Fu Wang: "..."

If Fu Wang's inner voice could be translated into subtitles, it would probably be——

I feel like I've joined an abnormal group of madmen.

He can even save singing and dancing, and let his subordinates prepare their own entertainment programs. Such a protagonist takes jujube pills.

"That, that..." Fu Wang suddenly remembered that Meng Hun had been with Jiang Pengji for a long time, dating back to when Jiang Pengji was an ordinary scholar, so his attitude changed, and he became a little closer to Meng Hun, "There is one thing. I want to ask you something in private..."

Fu Wang approached Meng Hun and lowered his voice, surrounded by noises of drinking, drinking and laughing, his and Meng Hun's movements were inconspicuous.

Meng Hun suddenly became more energetic, he said, "Why is the general so polite, as long as I know, I will definitely not hide it."

Fu Wang thought for a while, and asked a little embarrassedly, "Do you know how many maids are there around the lord?"

Meng Hun: "..."

Mysterious for a long time, he co-authored just to ask such a question?

Meng Hun coughed lightly, and thought about it carefully, he was afraid that Fu Wang was looking for someone close to his lord, if so, it would be difficult.

So, he was a little uncertain, "Remember there are only three?"

"Which three?"

Fu Wang regained his energy, his eyes lit up twice, and Meng Hun's heart sank three points.

He faltered and said, "One is the lady playing the piano, here, this is the one at the table. The other is Xiaoyu's head lady, named Xunmei, but Xiaoyu's wife is still in Hejian County, and there is no Come here. The other one is Lady Treading Snow, she is the lady in charge of the lord's inner courtyard."

Did Fu Wang fall in love with one of them?

"No Lady Hui?"

Fu Wang almost couldn't make up his mind, didn't he say that Huijun is the maid next to the lord?

Meng Hun was surprised, "Ms. Hui? The situation of Mrs. Hui is not clear. She only appeared by the lord's side after the Chenzhou imperial city. Whether she is the lord's maid or not is hard to say. But judging by the lord's attitude, I'm afraid it's very strange." Pay attention to Miss Hui..."

Huijun's existence has always been quite mysterious. Meng Hun knew of the existence of the other party a long time ago, but the real meeting was after King Qin.

He used these words to convey a hint to Fu Wang - but the subordinates should not covet anything that the lord values.

This applies even if their main character is female.

Fu Wang asked, "Do you know where Lady Hui is now?"

Meng Hun felt that the hairs on his back were about to stand on end, he tried with a dry smile, "Is the general interested in Lady Hui?"

Fu Wang said plainly, "Of course not, I just asked a few more questions out of curiosity."

Meng Hun breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want Fu Wang to suffer because of the woman.

The conflict with the lord because of Mrs. Hui, no matter how you look at it, you are making trouble for yourself.

During the banquet, Wei Ci seemed to be chatting with Feng Jin, but his attention was on Jiang Pengji.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Feng Jin followed Wei Ci's line of sight, raised her eyebrows suddenly, and her eyes became more interested.

"What is Zixiao looking at the lord like this?"

Feng Jin's sudden words made Wei Ci snap his fingers in fright, and the wooden chopsticks in his hand touched the edge of the bowl, making a crisp crashing sound.

"...Huaiyu, you scared Ci." Wei Ci put down his wooden chopsticks with a normal expression, and said, "Ci is just curious..."

"Curiosity about what?" Feng Jin wondered.

"The lord has been staring at General Fu since just now, and his eyes are a bit unkind. I don't know what General Fu and Captain Meng said to make the lord so unhappy." Wei Ci said softly, "These two are also dull, and they didn't even notice the lord. I've noticed them both..."

Feng Jin's gaze fell to Jiang Pengji, and then followed Jiang Pengji's gaze to Fu Wang and Meng Hun.

The main hall where the banquet was held was not small, no matter how Feng Jin concentrated, he could not hear the conversation of Meng Hun and others.

"How do you know the lord heard them talking?"

Maybe it's because they feel that the shoulders and backs of these two are detrimental to the weather, so they use their eyes to warn?

Wei Ci smiled and said, "My lord has excellent eyes and ears. They thought they had a low voice, but my lord must have heard everything."

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