"Your Highness, long time no see."

Yang Kuang heard a familiar voice as soon as he entered Yueyang Tower. He knew it was the notorious evil young man in the capital without thinking. So he replied with a smile: "Wang Zhaorong, I remember we met a month ago."

Wang Zhaorong, the only playboy in the capital who is notorious, is the newly-resurrected official family decades ago. Now his father is in the second rank, but he can make those princes and nobles unable to raise their heads, all thanks to his mother, Prime Minister Li Yan's only daughter.

"Your Highness, aren't I polite?" Wang Zhaorong, a young man in a gorgeous costume who was so smiling that his eyes were so narrowed that he could not see it. Behind him was a young man with a hand-cuffed paper fan, and this man had a big family for hundreds of years. Not to mention the Shang Kingdom, there were officials of the Cui family in all countries in the world. He was basically either a direct line or a branch. He was the largest clan in the world.

Cui Yunyi was not as friendly and friendly to Yang Kuang as Wang Zhaorong, but instead showed an expression of disgust. Yang Kuang didn't care much, and he knew the reason. His behavior in the past few years he had returned to Beijing was unsightly in the eyes of this famous young man, and it was a common problem in reading sages.

Seeing that Cui Yunyi was not good, Wang Zhaorong regretted asking him to come, so he quickly joined in and said, "Come on, Yunyi, this is Your Highness, King Wucheng, I have mentioned it to you."

"Your Highness," Cui Yunyi nodded, without much movement. "I'm sorry for having a severity in my lower legs, so it's not convenient to salute."

"It's okay, there's no one else, everyone is friends." Yang Kuang was too lazy to claim himself, and he wouldn't care about his provocation.

As a restaurant, there is no taller building in Luoyang except the imperial palace. It is said to be opened by a wealthy businessman named Sun. But then again, the wealth of such a majestic and luxurious building is obvious.

"Zhaorong, I heard you are going to become an official recently."

"Oh, it's really annoying to talk about this. You know that I don't like officialdom. My home court is my home court in brothels." Wang Zhaorong's look as if he was not afraid of boiling water, which made people around him sigh.

"What official?" Yang Kuang asked casually.

"Your Highness doesn't need to ask about the work of the Ministry of Justice, you are not a high-ranking official."

"Hmph, if others can become an official at the age of yours, they should wake up in their dreams with a smile. Don't do this."

"Hehe." Wang Zhaorong was embarrassed. He arrived at their private room in a blink of an eye. The maid elegantly pushed open the door, and the dishes were already filled with the entire dining table. After the three of them sat down, Wang Zhaorong asked, "Your Highness is going to go to war?"

"There is very well-informed, how could you know?" Yang Kuang narrowed his eyes lazily.

"It's hard to have a grandfather who is the prime minister or not."

The seemingly inadvertent answer made Yang Kuang think deeply. The imperial edict was only given to him, while Prime Minister Li Yanren was always tight-mouthed and his mouth was always rigorous, and even if he was a relative of his flesh and blood, he might not be able to find out.

Another thought emerged in Yang Kuang's mind. Could it be that Wang Zhaorong deliberately paid attention to it, or... always paying attention to the information about himself. After thinking about it, Yang Kuang stopped thinking and asked Cui Yunyi: "Do you know too?"

Cui Yunyi was considered accusation, so today's banquet was actually a farewell banquet set up for his expedition.

"Zhaorong, you're worried." Yang Kuang put away his smile and said solemnly.

Wang Zhaorong didn't smile and said, "Chen Kun doesn't know what he was going to fight. I recommend Your Highness, you go to the northern border to supervise the war. I personally see how fierce the Tang army has been in recent years. I also know that Your Highness has the means, but marching and fighting..."

"Okay, since I will be able to bear it next to go to the war this time, I am also a citizen of Da Shang, and there is nothing to be afraid of." Yang Kuang looked at his friend with an indignant look and patted his chest with relief.

Wang Zhaorong was silent, but Cui Yunyi spoke: "Your Highness, I have something to say."

"But it's okay."

"I really don't like Your Highness's character, and I can say that I feel a little disgusted, but the words I said just now are full of blood. As a citizen of the Shang Dynasty, I admire Your Highness's generosity for his war."

This sentence is very true. Yang Kuang has heard a lot of flattery from others, but at this time every word that Cui Yunyi said comes from sincerity. His tone alone has a kind of righteous spirit. He nodded and expressed his gratitude for this.

None of the three moved their chopsticks, the dishes remained motionless, and the room was quiet and depressed.

The crisp bird chirping outside broke the atmosphere. Yang Kuang looked out the window and said, "Autumn is indeed lively, and I really should go and join in the fun."

"Your Highness, I'll give you a glass." Wang Zhaorong picked up the wine glass and swept away the swaying of the past. "I, Wang Zhaorong, have few friends, you can count one, don't die there."

Cui Yunyi also picked up the wine glass, but said nothing.
Chapter completed!