Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 87 I Can Only Kill People (2)
Finally, the noble envoys lowered their noble heads...

Xianyu Pengfei bent his noble waist towards the people who had been knocked down by horses at the city gate, towards the five or six-year-old child, and towards all the frightened people around him...

He clenched his fists and bowed to the end. A hoarse voice came out of his throat and squeezed out from between his teeth: "This is my house... I made a mistake first, and my house apologizes to... everyone...!"

Leng Xia leisurely let go, and threw Xianyu Zhuoya, who had passed out from suffocation for a long time, on the ground like trash.

After a brief silence, a burst of cheers erupted from the crowd, shaking the heavens and the earth!
Pairs of eyes around him looked up at Zhan Beilie, who was domineering and majestic like a god, and Leng Xia, who was standing beside him, who was as good as a star, and their eyes were full of reverence.

This is their Great Qin's god of war, the god of protection!
This is their Great Qin's concubine, Concubine Lie!
The guards who were waiting to defend the city evacuated all the crowd, and then the Ministry of Rites who received the envoy came slowly, led by Li Chengen, accompanied by Mo Xuan, the God of Wealth of the Qin Dynasty, who was wearing glittering gold.

Mo Xuan's mother was the first emperor's younger sister, the eldest princess. Considering his relationship with Zhan Beilie and the others, they were still cousins. Beiyan's envoy would be led by the crown prince, so Daqin would naturally send a decent person.

Of course, it's hard to say whether Mo Xuan looks good or not, but his identity is clearly there, a veritable Lord Marquis.

In fact, long before they appeared, they had been hiding in a corner and watching the good show for a long time. Mo Xuanben despised this stupid and dying Prince of Beiyan, and Li Chengen was extremely flattering and tactful. A group of officials from the Ministry of Rituals hid at the base of the wall, eating melon seeds and chatting, watching with gusto.

The performance here came to an end with a bang, and the people there straightened their clothes, wiped their mouths, and pretended to welcome the mission.

Li Chengen laughed so far away that he couldn't see his teeth, and greeted loudly: "Prince Yan is polite and courteous, and I will forgive you for being late!"

Xianyu Pengfei clenched his fists, and without looking at the reception officials, let out a resounding snort from his nose, causing the people behind to help up the post where Xianyu Zhuoya, who was unconscious on the ground, and Chaobeiyan, who was furious, lived Museum to go.

Li Chengen didn't mind either, Chunguang still had a smile on his face, and followed step by step, saying loudly: "Prince Yan, walk slowly, forgive me for my negligence in duty!"

Mo Xuan was shocked by his flattering diplomatic words. He slowed down and waited for everyone to pass by. Then he retreated to Zhan Beilie and Leng Xia, touched his arms and murmured in admiration: "This old man Boy, I panicked when I heard it, how did he say it."

Zhan Beilie raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a palace banquet tonight?"

Mo Xuan looked at the back of the Beiyan envoy in front of him, took out the small abacus on his waist, and crackled it, shaking his head while gloating and said: "This deal is not worth it. They want to show off their power. Who knows what to pay for it?" I lost my wife and lost my army. With such embarrassing virtues, I guess I don’t have much interest in attending the palace banquet tonight, so I’ll go back and tell that old fox that the palace banquet will be changed to tomorrow.”

The next day, afternoon.

Zhan Beilie and Leng Xia got ready and entered the palace to attend the palace banquet to welcome Beiyan's envoys.

This time is a formal occasion, Zhan Beilie's hair is tied with a jade crown, and he is wearing a black python robe embroidered with dark flowers and auspicious clouds, a dark green belt with red rubies inlaid around his waist, and a pair of black soft leather boots. Ying Ting is heartbreaking.

Leng Xia is wearing a rose-colored palace dress embroidered with a phoenix. The skirt is full of layers, with exquisite curves and hanging tassels.Rouge was lightly wiped off Fu Rong's face, her head was covered with blue silk and tied into a loose bun, and a unique and quiet white jade hairpin was inserted, as if a fairy had come out of the dust, and she was so beautiful that she was not like ordinary people.

The two of them rode a carriage all the way to the palace, and when the curtain of the carriage was lifted, they immediately attracted countless astonishing eyes.

Zhan Beilie's head was "hissing" and the air was blowing, his eagle eyes swept over the people who lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at them one by one. On her shoulders clearly declared ownership.

The corner of Zhong Cang's mouth twitched, Lord, it's just some maids of guards... Uh, there are also eunuchs, why should we be like this?

Leng Xia didn't bother to pay attention to the dark possessive desire in this person's heart, and didn't resist, and let him walk towards the imperial garden swaggeringly with her arms in his arms.

This palace banquet lasted from the afternoon to the evening. In the afternoon, it was a banquet of viewing nature such as performances. In the evening, it was the exchange of cups and cups between the two countries.

As soon as he stepped into the imperial garden, a row of seats on the right suddenly shot a row of stern eyes. That was where Beiyan's envoys were. Those who came were guests, and they sat on the right side representing dignity.

Two of the gazes were the sharpest, cutting towards the two of them like knives. The masters of these two gazes were Prince Xianyu Pengfei, who was forced by Zhan Beilie to apologize to the people and lost all face, and the other was from Hebei Lie. Leng Xia failed to snatch a man but was pinched by the neck, suffocating and comatose Princess Beiyan Xianyu Zhuoya.

The upper two seats in the middle of the imperial garden are still empty, Zhan Beiyan and Xiao Feng have not yet arrived, the row on the left is Daqin officials, the first two seats are Zhan Beilie and Leng Xia, they ignore the row on the right and wish they could Catching their gazes, he walked straight to his seat.

Further down are Mo Xuan, the honorable Lord Marquis, Zuo Zhongze, the old prime minister, and Xiao Feige, who attended in place of his father, General Xiao Zhenqian...

After the two were seated, Zhan Beiyan and Xiao Feng arrived at the finale with a shrill chants, and the bright yellow dragon robe and the positive red phoenix robe waved over.

After Zhan Beiyan toasted a glass of wine, the palace banquet had begun.

Delicacy and delicacies, various pastries, and flowing water were usually brought to the banquet. The two parties performed several martial arts performances, equestrian archery, dancing and wrestling. The atmosphere in the garden was not only harmonious, but peaceful.

Time passed slowly, and Leng Xiabai tilted his head boredly, watching various boring performances, and really felt that ancient palace banquets were even more boring than modern banquets.

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded in the garden.

(End of this chapter)