In a blink of an eye, it was time to go to the palace to attend the banquet.

This banquet was nominally prepared to welcome the ninth prince, and by the way, she showed her face in front of all the ministers.

Nan Xing knew that this banquet was definitely not as simple as it seemed. As the protagonist today, the emperor knew that she had just returned from the folk, but did not prepare any clothes for her. I don’t know if it was too busy or the fundamental...

I won't pay attention to it.

She felt that the possibility was very small if she wanted to speak in front of the emperor and send soldiers or something.

Yun Beimo went out early in the morning and did not come back until the You hour. At this time, there was only one hour before the banquet, and Nanxing was waiting for him in the mansion.

As soon as Yun Beimo came back, he gave her a gorgeous blue robe. After she changed into it, he said, "Speak less after entering the palace, just follow me. Don't pay attention to anything others say. Until the father officially introduces your identity, others can refute it. Do you understand?"

Nan Xing nodded obediently, and then asked him softly: "Brother, what have you been doing during the day?"

Yun Beimo wanted to touch the boy's head, but the exquisite golden hair crown stopped him, so he had to transfer his hand to the boy's shoulder and patted him lightly, and said with a smile: "What? I miss my brother for a day?"

Seeing that the boy did not answer, Yun Beimo had to say to himself: "I went to visit several elders."

"Who?"

Yun Beimo whispered in her ear, "Teacher Li and my uncle."

Nan Xing looked confused, and Yun Beimo didn't plan to continue saying that the boy just needed to know the result.

"Okay, Xiao Jiangnan, it's time to set off."

*

When they arrived, there were already many people in the hall.

As soon as Yun Beimo passed by, the ministers who were chatting in groups of three or three bowed one after another. In the past, he sat down with expressionless faces.

This time he smiled and nodded in a strange way. The young ministers were a little flattered, but the old ministers were thinking...

Could it be that the third prince was thrown away today? Why are you so polite?

Yun Beimo took Nanxing to sit in his position, closer to the emperor above.

There were fine wine and fruits and snacks in front of her, and she peeled a grape and handed it to her mouth, "Relax."

Nan Xing instinctively opened his mouth, bit the fruit in front of him, and accidentally licked his slightly cool fingertips with his pink tongue...

As if an electric current passed, Yun Beimo quickly withdrew his hand and his fingertips trembled.

The boy's delicate lips were dyed with grape juice, which was moist...

Yun Beimo's eyes were slightly dark, and his fingertips gently stroked his lips...

"Ahem...The Third Emperor."

The weak man's voice brought Yun Beimo to his senses, and Nan Xing also followed the sound and saw him.

The man sat in a position next to Nanxing. He was quite handsome, but his face was pale and fragile, and he was also thin.

"Sixth Emperor brother, how are you doing lately?"

Yun Beichen smiled bitterly, "It's not the same as before." He looked at Nan Xing again and asked, "This must be the Ninth Emperor Brother, right?"

"Uh, hello to Brother Six." Nan Xing stood up and bowed.

Yun Beichen waved his hand, "No need to be too polite to cough cough cough cough, it's all his own cough cough..."

His pale face was slightly red. Nan Xing was afraid that he would cough as he said something, so he helped him caress his back so that he could breathe smoothly.

"Well, thank you, Brother Nine Emperor." Yun Beichen smiled and thanked him. He was gentle and did not like to fight. He could feel the kindness of others to him.

Yun Beimo pursed his lips, a little unhappy. The boy cared about others and was also his nominal brother...

The two of them are very jealous and respectful, which is particularly dazzling in the eyes of some people.

Yun Beiyao walked over straight with a smile on his face, "Three Emperors, Sixth Emperors."

Yun Beimo ignored him, but Yun Beichen responded with a faint expression: "Eighth Emperor Brother."

"The Sixth Emperor Brother is so uncomfortable, why don't you rest at home?" Yun Beiyao was very concerned about his physical appearance.

"This is the welcome banquet for the Ninth Emperor Brother, so I naturally have to cough cough!" Yun Beichen said and started coughing again.

A trace of disdain flashed in Yun Beiyao's eyes. If he hadn't been to show his feelings in front of ministers and fathers, he would not have paid attention to this sick person.

"Brother Nine Emperor?" He seemed to have just seen Nan Xing, "I guess this is Brother Nine Emperor?"

Pack!

I have seen it before, but I am so unhappy, but now I am laughing hypocritical.

[Want to have a meal: Oh, is the old Yin and Yang people coming again?]

[The Zerg are all sand sculptures: This person is even more sand sculptures than the Zerg.]

Nan Xing wants to turn off the barrage at 233, otherwise she will not be able to hold back her smile and agree with him, "Eighth Prince."

"Didn't you say that you would welcome the Ninth Emperor Brother? Why?" Yun Beiyao looked around and shouted: "Even the Ninth Emperor Brother's position is not ready. Has the father forgotten it?"

This is to say that she is not valued by the emperor at all. The ministers have been looking at this side, and some of them shook their heads when they see this. The prince who just returned seems to be able to give up...

Nan Xing did not answer, but Yun Beichen said, "Hehe, my father has no time to deal with these small matters every day. I guess it was because the Ministry of Rites was negligent."

Yun Beimo, who was about to speak, was snatched away by someone and frowned.

What a Nine Emperor Brother. As soon as he came back, he asked the two emperor brothers to help her talk, which was a good player who won the hearts of the people.

"Yes, if you are the Minister of Rites, you will not be able to do any small matters well."

The Minister of Rites who was caught in the gun: "..."

Suddenly I remembered something and said, "Oh, I forgot that the Sixth Emperor Brother is in poor health and is not qualified to participate in the court."

This person is so sarcastic that he deserves to be beaten.

Yun Beichen didn't care at all, "The Eighth Emperor's brother is right. At that time, you will be enough to study one."

It was like a punch hitting cotton. Yun Beiyao almost stopped him. Who would offend anyone? He was just talking about it.

He swayed his sleeves silently and sat in his seat, stopping talking.

At this time, a man of twenty-eight or nine came in, and an old minister who had been watching the show with relish changed his expression and stood up to salute. Some ministers followed him with respect.

"The Prime Minister doesn't have to be so polite." The man stepped forward and helped the minister up in person.

"Everyone, please sit down first, my father will arrive soon."

Seeing this, Yun Beiyao sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

What's the thing? This style really treats myself as the prince?

Yun Beijing walked over with a smile and said to Nan Xing: "This must be the Ninth Emperor Brother, right?"

Nan Xing has a paralyzed face, she has heard this... She has heard it three times today.

Yun Beijing added another sentence, "I am the second emperor brother."

Nan Xing raised a false smile, "Hello, second brother."

"We're all here, I guess you've seen it all. Xiao Eleven got hot and he won't come today."

Nan Xing nodded with a smile, Yun Beijing patted her on the shoulder, looking like an elder brother, "This is your welcome banquet, don't be too reserved."

After saying that, he sat in a position on the top of Yunbeimo, which was also the closest position to the emperor.

Yun Beimo, who had always been the background board, gently patted the boy on the shoulder after he sat down, as if he wanted to pat off the dirty things.

Yun Beijing's smile froze when he saw this scene.
Chapter completed!