The most powerful minister in the world

During the banquet, a young man with a triangular face wearing a silver-embroidered placket said with a rosy face: "Look, everyone, what is this Ninety-Six Youth Immortal Dance like?"

The Ninety-Six Youth Immortal Dance was created overnight by Feng Zhuoyi who gathered more than 20 people who were proficient in rhythmic dance music.

In terms of its majestic atmosphere, it may not be as good as the excellent dance music in the palace, but in terms of the beauty of the dance music, there may be no rival in the past ten years.

This dance piece is a collection of ninety-six graceful twenty-eight-year-old women with twenty-eight changes. They change their bodies with light dancing postures, just like a blooming lotus.

What I felt most was when those waists that could not be grasped were softly and powerfully flipping over the edge of the stage.

There seems to be nothing else in your mind, only the lotus flower refreshing your heart.

This kind of dance music naturally attracts people to praise it.

The young man with a triangular face gently shook his folding fan, stretched out the index finger of his left hand and swung it from side to side and said, "No, no, this dance is wonderful, but at the moment, I don't have the slightest intention to watch it."

At first glance, this person was deliberately looking for someone to look at. His perverse expression and eyes eager to be asked could not be concealed.

His words did arouse the curiosity of others. Many people put their wine glasses to their lips and asked about the reason.

I saw him sighing first, and then pointing upward.

"Hey, it was sunny after the rain that day. Xiaosheng and I passed by the entrance of Miaonu Pavilion. I wanted to look up at the rainbow in the sky, but unexpectedly I saw the immortal descending to earth. Now seven days have passed, and Xiaosheng and I are still thinking about it every night. , not allowed to sleep.”

"Hahaha, are you talking about Young Master Liu on the ninth floor?" The Young Master next to him asked mockingly, patting his shoulder.

The young man with the triangular face nodded straightly and closed his eyes, as if he was recalling his expression that day.

"You, don't think about it. Mr. Liu is a man, and since he is not a manly person like you, why bother yourself?"

The young man replied seriously: "I think I can!"

"Can what?"

The man on the other side waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about him, he's drunk too much."

"I don't!"

The young man with a triangular face slapped the table and stood up. His mood was so high that the wine in his glass spilled all over his body.

He added: "The man on the ninth floor is just around the corner, and I'm already very upset. Even if I give up my family's wealth, I still want to exchange cups with him and stay with him for the rest of my life!"

Hearing this, everyone in the hall on the first floor looked over and saw the young man turning around and about to rush upstairs.

The two people beside him were stunned for a while, then they got up and chased him to the second floor, but they still couldn't hold him back.

Everyone put down their wine glasses, even the girl sitting on his lap was looking at the stairs.

Before the two young masters who chased them to the second floor could return to their actions, they heard the sound of booming, booming, and booming getting closer and closer.

Then I saw the man with a triangular face rolling from upstairs to the first floor like a rubber ball.

Several girls rushed to help him. After the man stood up, he vomited blood, wiped it with his sleeve, and straightened his crooked nose with his hands.

Everyone took a breath of cold air, and some of his close friends came forward to offer some kind words.

"Brother Wang, calm down. Mr. Liu is obviously not an ordinary person at first glance. You are doing useless work like this."

"It's not just an ordinary person. Didn't you see the carriage parked in the backyard? It's even more luxurious than the carriage that King Annan rides in. Brother Wang, please don't make others unhappy."

This prince with a triangular face was really an infatuated person. Even though he was like this, he still broke free from the obstruction of many people and rushed upstairs again.

After a cup of tea, people didn't wait for him to roll down the stairs again.

Several young men near the window suddenly cursed, and one of them, who was already extremely drunk, leaned on the window in confusion and vomited.

He just heard him exclaim in surprise: "Huh? Why is this prince catching ducks in the lake?"

At this time, everyone realized that Mr. Wang was thrown out of the window. The ninth floor was really high. Even if he fell on the water, he would still be smashed.

Several boys ran out quickly. When the rowing boat arrived, they saw him lying on the water like a dead man.

The prince who fainted was quickly carried back to the palace by his entourage.

Jing Xi at the table rubbed his eyes. Most of the wine in the Miaonv Pavilion wine cellar was extremely strong, and he was also getting drunk at this moment.

He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "This prince is also a person, I admire him."

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhuoyi didn't know which muscle was cramped, but he actually stood up and said arrogantly: "He can't do it, it's up to me!"

Jingxi's eyes widened, and then he slapped his forehead: "It seems that you drank too much and fell unconscious."

I saw Feng Zhuoyi burping at Jingxi and saying: "Second Young Master, that Young Master Liu upstairs is nothing. He deserves to stay on the ninth floor? If we weren't so busy these days, we would have gone up there long ago." I asked him to sign with me."

"Everyone, let me go up and kill his arrogance!"

Hearing this, everyone screamed like wolves howling.

Feng Zhuoyi wanted to go up because of alcohol, but Jingxi didn't stop him. After all, he was a seventh-grade man, to put it bluntly, at least he wouldn't be as miserable as that prince.

Feng Zhuoyi pushed the chair away, feeling a little unsteady on his feet. Jingxi immediately stretched out an arm to help him.

He smiled, lifted the jade belt around his waist, and walked towards the stairs with his hands behind his back confidently.

Everyone no longer had any interest in drinking, and formed a large circle at the stairs on the first floor, waiting for what was about to happen.

It seemed that the stairs were getting farther and farther away. After a cup of tea, Feng Zhuoyi's roar was heard coming down from the stairs.

"You damn dare to let someone beat me. You are so rude. I will take someone to escort you back now!"

After a while, Feng Zhuoyi's head was exposed from the guardrail on the third floor, and a red palm mark on his left cheek was seen.

"Mr. Jing, be so fucking shameless, call someone!"

Jingxi has never been afraid of anyone in this kind of thing, and the wine he drank tonight was really powerful.

Jingxi rubbed his wrist and said energetically: "Fire the bomb!"

Hearing this, Feng Zhuoyi pushed open the window on the third floor, took out the flare from his arms and pulled the fuse, and bright fireworks lit up the night sky.

In less than half a stick of incense, the dust on the street started to rise, and a large number of Xiziying soldiers directly surrounded the Miaonv Pavilion.

This frightened the old madam, who was sitting at the door eating melon seeds, so that he became motionless and the melon seeds in his hand were scattered all over the floor.

Jingxi walked out of the door and told the corps commander who dismounted from his horse and knelt down on one knee to perform a military salute: "The commander-in-chief has ordered, light torches and surround me with water in the Miaonv Pavilion."

"As ordered!"

The old bustard quickly stopped Jing Xi who was walking back and begged: "Mr. Jing, you and Mr. Feng can't do this. I..."

"Get out of here, I won't be able to help anyone here today. That Mr. Liu Dandan on the top of the building must be peeled off."

The madam was pushed out by Jingxi with a wave of his hand, and sat on the ground crying and wiping his nose.

I heard her push away the boy who was about to help her up, and cursed: "What are you doing to me? Why don't you go find your employer quickly! Ouch~"

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to join in the fun, and the bright moon, as white as a jade plate, was instantly covered.

The drizzle fell on the armor of the soldiers of Xiziying, and soon small drops of water dripped down.

Jing Xi led a group of Xiziying soldiers to the stall where everyone had given way, jumped upstairs, and went to the third floor to meet Feng Zhuoyi.

At this moment, the two of them were like iron-blooded brothers who had been on the battlefield for a long time, taking heroic steps side by side.

At the door of Xunmei's elegant room on the ninth floor, Feng Zhuoyi took the lead and kicked open the huge double doors. The bright light of the inner room stretched out from the threshold.

The elegant room of Xunmei No. occupies more than half of the entire floor. It was originally prepared for Jingxi, but now it has been occupied by Master Liu.

Every place on the floor inside is covered with an excellent brocade wool blanket, and the patterns on it are just like the real thing.

The entire inner hall is square, supported by four red wooden pillars with carved beams and painted pillars at the four corners.

The furnishings inside are very simple, but don't underestimate the interior, no matter how small the decoration is.

For example, the mountain-shaped purple coral, and the plate-sized amber on the ebony wood.

Feng Zhuoyi scolded me as soon as he entered the door: "Damn it, did you hear the sound of horse hooves outside? Aren't you quite capable? If you have the guts, try slapping me again!"

"See if there is anyone behind me? This is my elder brother. There is no one he is afraid of. If you are sensible, get out of here and apologize to me!"

The person sitting at the square table two steps up laughed and said, "Oh~ Then let that person in, okay?"

Jingxi was burping with wine outside the door, but he didn't hear any sound. He only saw Feng Zhuoyi twirling his paws and shouting like a crazy monkey.

"Second Young Master, come in quickly, this guy actually looks down on you, hurry up, teach him a lesson!"

"Just wait, my elder brother will come in soon, just wait to die!"

Jingxi leaned back and jumped in, slightly bent back, and raised a hand: "Let me see what kind of bird you are, little grandpa!"

Feng Zhuoyi shouted twice in support from the side.

The next second, when Jingxi's eyes fell on the person sitting cross-legged behind the square table, his legs suddenly went weak and he almost collapsed on the ground.

If Feng Zhuoyi hadn't supported him quickly with quick eyes and hands, he would have knelt down directly.

I saw Feng Zhuoyi supporting Jingxi who was like mud about to slide off the wall, turning his head and shouting: "My eldest brother drank too much, you kid, wait for me, let's see how my eldest brother will clean up when he gets up." you."

"Second Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Jingxi's mouth trembled as he said, "My legs are weak, my legs are weak."

Feng Zhuoyi hummed with a confused look on his face, and suddenly felt that Jing Xi seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

He rubbed his eyes and found Jingxi crawling on the ground towards the door at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Second Young Master, what's wrong with you? You have to toughen up at this critical moment!"

Jingxi now estimates that he has scolded Feng Zhuoyi's eighteenth generation for dozens of reincarnations, and he just wants to leave here as soon as possible.

There was only one thought in my head, run, run quickly, get out of this door, run as fast as you can!

It's a pity that the man didn't give him this chance. He only heard a few slight coughs, and Jing Xi bounced up from the ground as if he pressed a spring.

Feng Zhuoyi bent down and spread his hands flat, looked at his hand ready to help someone, then looked at the ground, and finally his eyes fell on Jing Xi.

"Fuck you, Second Young Master, you can do it. The eighth grade is different from my seventh grade."

"Just cheer up. Let's join forces and kill the woman in red on the left first. She was the one who beat me."

Feng Zhuoyi was still foaming at the mouth. He never expected that his butt would suffer the most serious injury in his life in the next second.

Jingxi gathered her strength and kicked him on the butt, causing him to jump up so high that he almost reached the roof.

When he lay on the ground with his butt stuck out, he said with a speechless expression: "My dear brother, what are you doing? Why can't I feel my butt?"

"You fuck him, what do you do to me?"

Jingxi squatted down and immediately covered his mouth. He grinned and said, "You are my good brother. Do you know that you led me through the gate of hell?"

"Shut up, stop fucking talking, take the people and run away quickly, go back and write a suicide note for me, I..."

"Ahem, say something~"

Before Jingxi finished speaking, he heard the sound of coughing and immediately shouted out the door: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you carry them away quickly? Go back to where they came from. Don't sweep them away." It’s because of Mr. Liu’s elegance.”

The soldiers of the Xiziying camp outside the door looked confused. It wasn't until Jingxi roared again that they tremblingly lifted Feng Zhuoyi's butt and ran out.

Feng Zhuoyi was waiting to look at Jingxi with his big eyes. Jingxi cupped his fists and said, "Brother, when your ass is healed, remember to come back and collect the body for me."

The door of Xunmei's private room was closed, and the light gathered in one place and gradually turned into a ray of light.

At the last moment when the light disappeared, Feng Zhuoyi saw Jing Xi's desperate face.

Feng Zhuoyi muttered, "Am I dreaming?"

The Xiziying soldiers looked at Feng Zhuoyi's buttocks and muttered: "It's more perky than my wife's."