I want to plunder the heavens

Chapter 193
On February [-], the dragon raises its head!
Great Zhou Kingdom, Huicheng Yufu.

The door was wide open, and nine hundred banquet tables were set up.

The courtyard, outside the door, and even the Ping'an Street where the mansion is located are all filled with seats at this moment. Anyone who comes to congratulate, whether they are new or not, can sit down.

Today is an important day, Mr. Yufu Yu's [-]th birthday!

Speaking of Mr. Yu, he is one of the most legendary figures.

After 50 years of wind and fire, he started from scratch and managed such a huge family business. His life in the Great Zhou Kingdom is like a myth.

Even the former emperor of the Great Zhou Kingdom used to have a drink with Mr. Yu.

In his whole life, Mr. Yu did not become an official, but was a businessman.

Despite this, his status in the Great Zhou Kingdom was still transcendent.

Over the past 50 years, the gold, silver and jewelry accumulated can no longer be measured in taels.

There are too many, so many that the emperor is extremely jealous when he looks at them, and even the millennium background of those aristocratic families seems to be a drop in the bucket in front of him.

As for how much money does Mr. Yu have?
I'm afraid he doesn't even know it himself.

Anyway, every time I check the warehouse account books, I am always distressed to find a few more zeros at the end.

Perhaps it was God's will, but Mr. Yu had no heirs, no children.

It is also very strange to say that he is so rich that he has never married three concubines and four concubines in his life, so it can be said that he has no desires and no joys.

However, there are rumors in private that Mr. Yu actually had a wife.

As for who?

That would be difficult to trace back.

Although Mr. Yu has no children, he has a large number of adopted sons, all of whom are extraordinary and talented in martial arts.

Treating these adoptive sons, Mr. Yu gave them careful counseling, imparting all kinds of knowledge and skills, and in this way can be regarded as maintaining this huge family business.

But there are many adopted sons, and each of them has some expectations for Mr. Yu's rich family fortune. Just like the descendants of the emperor, no one can save money.

It was noon at this time, and there was still an endless stream of congratulators.

There are [-] tables and seats, full of guests and friends, and the whole imperial palace is filled with joy.

In the inner courtyard of the Yufu, a seven-storey attic stands in the center, shaped like a pagoda, and it is particularly conspicuous.

On the top floor of the attic, an old man was looking around at the guests who came to congratulate him.

The old man is white-haired, his eyes are piercing and energetic, and his face is not angry and majestic, looking very majestic.

He is the head of the imperial family, a legendary existence among the world:
Yu Xuan, Mr. Yu!
At this moment, his eyebrows were slightly frozen, his expression was gloomy, what was he thinking about?
At this time, a middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance came from the back of the attic. Even though the old man turned his back to him, he stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Father, the banquet is ready and ready to start!" the middle-aged man said honestly.

After hearing the sound, Mr. Yu just came back to his senses, and turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him.

"Yu Ren, how many years have you been in Han Mansion?"

"Ugh!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then respectfully said: "I have been in the mansion for 50 years!"

"Oh, 50 years? 50 years!" The old man sighed deeply, and then murmured to himself: "It has been 50 years since such a grand wedding banquet!"

"Time is really unforgiving..."

Yuren on the side was confused, wondering why such a luxurious feast was held 50 years ago?
Seeing that the other party was a little sad, he wanted to step forward to comfort him, but the words were interrupted by Mr. Yu waving his hand as soon as they reached his lips.

Then, knowing that he didn't say much, he stepped forward to lead the way.

Walking down the stairs, the two slowly walked towards the banquet hall below.

At this moment, the hall was already full of congratulatory guests.

On the right side of the main seat are the many adoptive sons of Mr. Yu, on the left side are businessmen who usually manage the business of the Yufu and rarely show up, and in the middle are some important officials of the Great Zhou Kingdom and the four major officials. For the aristocratic family, as for the people sitting on the periphery, most of them are strangers who came to congratulate.

All the banquet tables were full, and everyone was discussing, as if they were talking about something, but no one moved the food and drinks on the table.

This time!

Suddenly a servant outside the door shouted loudly: "Master Yu is here!"

In the hall, there was a sudden silence, and no one spoke.

I saw Mr. Yu, whose eyebrows were completely white, slowly walking in from the side door with the support of his adopted son Yu Ren.

Although the old man is old, his mental state is still very good, with a gentle smile on his face from beginning to end.

"Everyone came from afar to celebrate Yu's birthday, thank you very much!" Mr. Yu said to everyone.

"Where did the old man say this?"

"It should be, it should be!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It should be!"

……

The guests all responded modestly, and Mr. Yu just nodded his head.

Time!

A man wearing a light golden robe walked out of the banquet.

"Zhou Chen, on behalf of the royal father, I wish the old man Yu such blessings as the East China Sea, and a longer life than Nanshan!"

Obviously, this is a prince of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

Immediately afterwards, people came forward to celebrate their birthday one after another.

"Li Mu, on behalf of the Patriarch, I wish the old man Songhe a long life, good luck and good health!"

"Wang Wu, on behalf of the head of the family, I sincerely wish Mr. Yu a long life and a long life!"

"Zhang Zhi, on behalf of the Patriarch, I wish the old man Yu the sun and the moon to be prosperous and live forever!"

"Liu Fu, on behalf of the head of the family, I wish Mr. Yu everything goes well and he will always be happy!"

……

"Well, okay, okay! Thank you, Your Majesty. The four masters and all the adults, please take a seat!" Mr. Yu said with a faint smile.

Everyone sat down.

I saw Mr. Yu beckoning to a servant who was waiting for orders, and whispered something in his ear.

The servant nodded in response, and quickly walked to the empty banquet table behind him, carefully arranged the chopsticks, and filled the empty wine glass.

This behavior made many guests present suspicious.

No one has ever been seated at that banquet table from the beginning to the end, and what is even more strange is that it is sitting above the main seat of Mr. Yu.

"Who is the mysterious guest at this table?" This big question lingered in everyone's mind, but no one dared to ask it!
As for Mr. Yu's adoptive sons, it's not surprising to see them a lot.

Having been in the Imperial Mansion for decades, they had the honor to meet the guests at the banquet table, most of them were sixtieth elders who were older than Mr. Yu.

But with the passage of time, they have left one after another.

Perhaps it was to commemorate, every festive season, Mr. Yu would definitely set up such a table, and then get drunk.

as predicted!

After the banquet started, Mr. Yu drank the sake offered by the guests one after another. After drinking dozens of cups, the old man seemed a little drunk.

I saw him staggering up, walked to the empty seat, and suddenly lifted the flagon beside the table, changing from his previous amiable appearance.

Drinking the wine in the pot, he actually wrote a poem in public:
"Light clouds and solitary geese are far away, and the sky is red at dusk in the cold sun."

"The tide and the moon are hazy, and the sorrow is thick when you wake up."

"Looking at the door and thinking about it, enduring death and waiting for a while."

"Hangdao smiles at the sky, with the heart and gall of Kunlun."

……

The poem is full of sadness, but also has the boldness and uninhibitedness of a young man. All the guests were dumbfounded. Although they did not understand the meaning of the poem, they did not forget to praise it.

"Good poetry! Good poetry!"

"Old man, as expected, the style is still the same!"

"What you brothers said is exactly, Mr. Qi Jing!"

"Respect, old man!"

……

At this moment, the guests were all immersed in the joy and celebration, only the merchants sitting on the left could detect the strangeness of Mr. Yu very subtlely.

It seemed that some memories were brought back, and their eyes couldn't help but teardrops rolled up.

The feast lasted for three days.

During this period, Mr. Yu only showed up on the first day, and never appeared again after that.

As for the whole imperial palace, they didn't show any signs of anxiety or worry. Knowing the old man's temper, he must have locked himself in the ancestral hall again.

In a small room, there are as many as twenty or thirty coffin cards of various kinds.

One could see a famous old man sitting sideways holding a jug, his long silver hair was disheveled, and there were still wet tears in the corners of his eyes.

This person is exactly Mr. Yu who disappeared for several days in a row.

"60 years!"

"60 years!"

……

(End of this chapter)