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Yu Fan raised his eyelids and glanced at Bao Xi before retracting his gaze. He really felt that the thick face of flour hurt his eyes, so he said lightly:

"I've heard that Eunuch Baoxi is the best master in the palace. Is it true?"

Bao Xi held the wine glass, and lightly covered her red lips with her orchid finger, laughing shrilly:

"I received personal instruction from the Grand Prince in martial arts, and I have never brought shame to him."

This means that the eldest prince is more powerful than him. He is just a loyal dog slave who never forgets to praise your master all the time.

Yu Fan snorted coldly: "As expected, the nephew has taught me well. Your Majesty, I drank too much wine today, so let this dancer help me drink a glass."

When Baoxi heard this, the smile on his face gradually faded, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

This monk actually embarrassed him in front of so many civil and military officials and let a woman drink with him. Wasn't this an obvious attempt to demean him by calling him a eunuch?

It's really hateful!

Seeing that the dancer on his lap didn't move, Yu Fan raised a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth and shook his legs, which scared the secretly angry Master Shen, and he fell sideways into Yu Fan's arms.

Yu Fan calmly held his waist and said loudly:

"The Emperor is drunk, are you drunk too? Go and have a drink with Eunuch Baoxi."

Shen Yutang wanted to strangle this evil monk to death, so he stopped pretending and glared at him fiercely. He turned around and poured a new glass of wine from the table, then casually raised his hand and touched Baoxi's glass.

Seeing the opportunity, Bao Xi immediately used his internal strength, not caring about the life or death of the dancer, he only wanted to avenge the humiliation he had just suffered.

Shen Yutang came here in anger, and Yu Fan's actions tonight made him even more furious. Feeling that this eunuch was recklessly trying to use his internal force, he narrowed his eyes and gave a light push, and Baoxi on the opposite side suddenly widened his eyes.

An extremely strong internal force forced his blood to surge up. He clenched his teeth, but blood still flowed from the corners of his mouth in strings, looking horrible on his extremely pale face.

Everyone in the audience was watching with fear and trepidation. The dancer certainly had no martial arts skills, but the emperor could transmit his internal energy through people and even seriously injured Baoxi, the number one master in the palace. How advanced must his martial arts skills be!

Yu Fan frowned and said, "Come here, you are disrespectful in front of Baoxi Palace. Drag him away and give him thirty lashes."

The imperial guards below saw it, hurriedly reported back, and came over to drag Baoxi away.

The whole garden was silent. Everyone was suffocating under the pressure of the emperor. They all sat upright. The few ministers who had previously had ulterior motives also watched him closely. Everyone understood that this emperor was not someone to be trifled with.

The eldest prince failed to hit his uncle in the face and was hit instead. His face was grim. He picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp of the wine. He looked at his uncle fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him.

Yu Fan pretended not to see it, raised his glass and said loudly to the civil and military officials below:

"The Peach Blossom Wine is indeed worthy of its reputation. Let us pay tribute to the past, to the name of the gods, and to the well-being of our Beichen country."

Everyone raised their glasses and said with a smile: "Cheers to the past, to the name of God, and to the well-being of our Beichen nation."

For a while, the garden was filled with constant celebrations, with people toasting each other and having a lively time.

Yu An and Feng Yuan were extremely excited. This emperor was so unexpected and so amazing.

After the banquet, Yu Fan returned to his room drunkenly with the dancer in his arms. Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, the eldest prince was furious and kicked over the table, roaring:

"What kind of monk is he? He drinks and plays with women, but those old guys still support him so much."

Chang Long was frightened watching from behind, and hurriedly said:

"Don't worry, Prince. We still have a backup plan. Even if he temporarily gains power in the court, as long as we continue with our previous plan, we can control the forces in the martial arts world, and add our own troops, we may not lose."

Upon hearing this, the eldest prince's expression brightened up, and he nodded and smiled:

"You're right. When the time comes, I will let the martial arts world do whatever I want. Even if he has great martial arts skills, two fists cannot defeat four hands. Let's see how he responds."

After that, he gave the order with a gloomy face:

"Tell them to speed up and remember to leave no one alive."

"Yes, I understand."

Jin Xingyao glanced in the direction where Yu Fan left, and a hint of cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Imperial uncle, I will let you laugh for a few more days. After a while, I will send you to see Tathagata.

Yu Fan stumbled into the room holding the dancer in his arms, waved his hand, and asked the followers behind him to retreat.

There were no candles lit in the hall. As soon as the door was closed, Shen Yutang started to attack, focusing on the lower three routes. Yu Fan was frightened so much that he quickly jumped away, and all the drunkenness in his body evaporated into cold sweat.

The more Shen Yutang looked at him, the angrier he became. Worried that the noise would attract someone, he used all his strength on Yu Fan. In a short while, Yu Fan had several new wounds on his body.

Fearing that he would get really angry and lose his composure, Yu Fan hurriedly used some strength to press him against the door and said softly:

"Stop hitting me, or something bad will happen."

Under the moonlight, Shen Yutang's eyes were filled with anger, unwillingness, and grievance, which made Yu Fan uncomfortable, so he reached out and pulled off his veil.

He asked softly, "Why, are you really angry?"

Shen Yutang knew that he had recognized him a long time ago, but he was so angry that his eyes were sore.

She angrily pushed Yufan with her hand and said, "Get out of here. If you hug me again, I'll break your hand."

Yu Fan quickly withdrew his hand, stood properly, and resumed his Buddhist demeanor, raising his hand:

"I will obey your orders, please don't be angry."

Shen Yutang became even angrier when he saw him like this, and yelled at him:

"Why are you pretending? You were so cool in the garden just now, drinking and playing with the dancers. Wasn't that all you did?"

With red eyes, Yu Fan hurriedly explained:

"Isn't that for others to see? And I know it's you, I won't touch anyone else."

Shen Yutang was not at all happy when he heard this. He used to be his Anu, but now he was not only the son of Yufan Buddha, but also the emperor, the heir to the throne.

He looked deeply at Yu Fan's face and said with determination: "I wish the emperor will inherit the throne as soon as possible, and we will never see each other again."

He came here originally because of the feeling of unwillingness in his heart. Since this person was determined to get the throne, he, Shen Yutang, was not the kind of person who would keep pestering him.

There was no longer a moment when Shen Yutang could understand so clearly that he had fallen in love with this monk.

A dense pain came over my heart. The moment I turned around, the light in my eyes was extinguished and tears rolled down.

Those tears seemed to burn Yu Fan's heart, and he stopped him in panic: "Don't go, who said I want to be the emperor, the fact is..."

Shen Yutang didn't want to listen to him anymore. The facts were right in front of him, but this man was still quibbling. The pain in his heart turned into a wound, which made him lose all his strength. He kept pushing Yu Fan.

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly came from the back hall, and the little prince came walking barefoot in pajamas.

Holding the small candle lamp by the bed in one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other, he looked at them dazedly:

"Uncle, what are you doing?"