The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　Mingde Hall of the Baidi Palace, a place for the banquet of the Great Xia imperial family. It has a huge area and countless desks. The whole hall is circular, with bells, drums, piano and echoes. Dashi, it shows that friends come from afar, so happy.

Tonight’s Mingde Hall is the busiest time of the whole year. The sun has just come down, and the whole hall is brightly lit. Countless ladies holding delicacies and fine wines shuttle back and forth inside and outside the hall, and at the same time, the fragrance of food is soaring to the sky , And even formed a huge fragrant cloud over the White Emperor Palace.

The six officials, who did not wear court clothes but only plain clothes, came together with their family members. After meeting each other, they exchanged greetings, and then the officials’ wives began to look closely at the young son Langhe who followed behind each other. Girls, if they meet someone who is satisfied, they will turn their eyes and remember it in their hearts. When they turn around, they will blow pillow breeze with their master to see if they can be matched.

　　Actually, for these ladies, eating and drinking are the second most important thing in this private emperor banquet. Finding a suitable person for their backs is the key point. No matter what era, marriage is always the top priority.

　　Because it represents the inheritance of blood.

As time passed, night gradually fell. In the Mingde Hall, in addition to officials, there were also many people outside the imperial court who were also invited to attend. Naturally, the major sects in Beijing for major repairs are listed, and there are even a large number of Daxia The treasurer of the Chamber of Commerce, as well as the old folks and wise men of high respect.

The solemn and solemn music sounded throughout the hall. Most of the people seated and raised their glasses to indicate that it was still the communication stage before the banquet, and Zhao Yu did not come, so the atmosphere was harmonious and the exchanges between each other were very happy. Walk around at will.

The old man from Fengcheng, dressed in brocade clothes, sat upright behind the desk, his unsmiling face was slightly restrained, and he did not reach out for the scented wine and fruit before the banquet, but looked at the surrounding people. He was a great man, and his old body felt very stiff.

　　 Suddenly, a hand stretched out next to him, and gently patted the shoulder of the old man Wang, and then a gentle voice belonging to Wang Jing sounded in the latter's ears:

　　 "Father, don't be nervous, this is a private banquet set up by our majesty. Everyone is invited to come and will not eat you."

　　 After the old man Wang heard the words, his originally straight body relaxed slightly, turned his head and looked at Wang Jing who was smiling, he sighed and said:

"My son, your father, I usually pretend to go north and south, and I can see the world, but sitting in this imperial palace that is out of sight, I feel like a flat boat in the ocean, so small , On the contrary, it's worse than your father-in-law. Look at him, his expression doesn't change much."

　　 The joking voice of the old man dispelled the tension of the rest of the surrounding Fengzhou Wang family. In fact, not only the old man, but also the princess and the girl Wan'er who went out for the first time were panicked.

　　 The White Emperor Palace, but the land of the Emperor Ji, just a name, there is a lot of pressure!

　　 Then Wang Jing's father-in-law sitting next to Peng Mu listened, turned his head somewhat mechanically, and stuttered in response:

　　 "I, I just froze in my face, besides, I am just a small wooden carpenter in Fengcheng."

　　As soon as this remark came out, after returning home, he had little communication with his father. Peng Mu, who was separated from each other, turned his head and said:

　　 "Although you are a carpenter, you are also my father."

　　 Pengmu’s eyes are full of seriousness, and the consciousness expressed in them is also extremely obvious. As father and son, then my glory is your glory!

　　 seemed to confirm Peng Mu's words, and then a tall young man with a dark complexion and a tall figure stepped from the side and said hello:

　　 "Xiaowei Peng, Xiaowei Wang, haven't seen him for a while, are you still okay?"

　　 Upon seeing this, Wangjing and Peng Mu hurriedly stood up and saluted in response:

　　 "Thank you, little lord, for your concern, I'll wait for it to be well."

　　 The grandson of the Western Man King, Zhong Lizhan, who had just returned from the hidden dragon secret realm, had a warm smile unique to the people of the southwest, and then he saluted Mr. Wang and his father Peng Mu and continued:

　　 "Presumably you are the elders of Xiaowei Wang and Xiaowei Peng. The boy Zhong Lizhan is polite, only to realize that Xiaowei Peng is your brother-in-law Wangjing. No wonder the two cooperate so tacitly."

　　 After a few words of greeting, Zhong Lizhan drank his glass and left. Wang Jing put his head close to the ear of the puzzled old man, and whispered softly:

　　 "Ximan King, one of the three kings of the Great Xia, are you familiar with him, father, this is his grandson."

Although Wang Jing’s voice was not loud, it was enough to reach the ears of the rest of the people. Everyone was shocked. But then, another man in the army came to talk with Wang Jing and Peng Mu. .

　　"The commander-in-chief of the marksman camp of the Southwest Wild Army.

　　"This is the son of General Benhu Army.

　　 "This person has an unusual origin. His father, Liu Yexiang, young general Wu Yuanbo."

The selection of martial arts in the army has made the elites in the army who are usually proud and arrogant, and will thoroughly remember Wang Jing who gathers and disperse the quicksand. If nothing else, this young handsome talent in the eyes of the emperor will be a Daxia. The rising star will make a rich and colorful stroke in the future history.

　　 The names of the sons of the generals one after the other have gradually numbed Mr. Wang and others. It is the first time that they have a deep understanding. Wang Jing, who has not been in the military for a long time, has achieved unimaginable achievements.

　　 Peng Mu and Wang Jing may be the kind of natural soldiers.

The area in the Mingde Hall of the White Emperor Palace is very large. It is not easy to sit completely on weekdays, but this time because of the convenience of the teleportation scroll, in the eighty-ninth year of the Great Xia calendar, the scale of the private banquet held by the Lord of Great Xia is the largest in the past. What's more, it fills up the entire hall, which is extremely lively.

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded directly at the door of Mingde Hall, and the word Lin Xiao could be heard vaguely. Then the people in the hall looked towards the door and saw a slender young man in a black robe. , Holding a beautiful girl with a slightly convex lower abdomen, slowly walked into the hall.

　　 Lin Xiao's face was as confident and heavy as usual, and he stepped forward calmly. Gradually, in the eyes of all the people in the hall, he seemed to gradually overlap with another figure.

　　 Calm, introverted, and unassuming, it contains the immobility that can resist thousands of troops.

　　 There are people of the older generation who are familiar with Lin Lang in the hall, glanced at the people around him, and slowly said:

　　 "Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyuhou Mansion, returned after missing for more than half a year. He actually has the style of Zhenyuhou. This Daxia Fudoming King seems to have a successor."