disguised holy monk

As night falls, the banquet is approaching.

Wanyan Banqian asked someone to bring new clothes to Xuanqing, a brand new white monk's robe and a brown cassock, the cassock was embroidered with dark patterns, and the jade cassock button was warm to the touch.

After Xuanqing bathed and washed, he changed into a new monk's clothes. Tonight, he is also a handsome monk with a temperament as bright as the moonlight. Even his bald head is even more elegant!

After a while, the people sent by Wanyan Fusheng outside the door came to pick him up.

Wanyan Banqin seems to have found out the origin of the epidemic, Wanyan Fusheng specially asked Xuanqing not to run around tonight, and left someone to protect him.

Xuan Qing reckoned that something big was about to happen.

He straightened his clothes and went out with the guards.

The outside room is already very lively, with bonfires everywhere, men and women gathering and dancing.

Only the place of the banquet was a little quieter, because the king of Beijiang on the high platform had not yet arrived.

The two rows of low tables on the left and right were filled with wine and meat, and everyone who knew each other had already started drinking in twos and threes.

The guard brought Xuan Qing to a low table, the food on it was light vegetarian dishes and snacks, probably specially prepared for him.

After thanking Xuan Qing, he sat down here, Wanyan Banqian had something to deal with and came later, and Wanyan Fusheng hadn't arrived yet, he is the protagonist today, so he should come with Wanyan Lie.

No one familiar to Xuan Qing was there at this time, so he lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, quietly turning the rosary in his hand.

The noise of drinking and making noise all around did not know when it gradually became quieter. In fact, as soon as Xuan Qing appeared, the people around began to look at him secretly.

In fact, his elegant demeanor, as tall and clean as the moon, is too obvious. Against the background of the rich men around him, he looks more and more like a Buddha son enshrined on the altar.

Those who were able to sit here to participate in the banquet were all the little chiefs of the surrounding tribes. They had already heard about Xuan Qing's deeds, and they wanted to go up to talk to them for a while, but they hesitated because they felt that they would disturb each other.

At this moment, a slightly indifferent and smiling voice sounded, "Master is the savior of our grassland, I would like to respect Master."

Wanyan Shu walked over as he spoke. He was tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and deep eyebrows that were somewhat sharp and rugged.

Xuan Qing glanced at him, and said calmly: "Your Highness, monks don't drink alcohol."

Wanyan Shu didn't seem to hear it, he just took a side of the wine and poured a bowl in front of Xuanqing, "That was in the Southern Dynasty, there are no such taboos in our northern border, why don't you try it, Master?"

He leaned slightly and stared at Xuan Qing. Although his words were polite, his whole body carried a strong oppressive force.

Xuan Qing frowned slightly, why do these prairie men like to force monks to drink?

Wanyanshu was obviously making things difficult, Xuanqing's face turned cold, and the people around him dared not speak, after all Wanyanzong is now the most promising person to become the next king of Northern Xinjiang.

Suddenly, a deep voice came with a cold tone, "Master strictly abides by the precepts and keeps his spirit clear, unlike the eldest brother who becomes confused after a few glasses of wine."

There was sarcasm in the words, the wheels rolled by, it turned out that it was Wanyanzong who came over.

His brows and eyes had long since disappeared from the smoldering eyes they had when they first met. He didn't know if he had learned some Buddhist principles from Xuan Qing, or he had cultivated too much, but he was a little more indifferent.At this time, the servant pushed his wheelchair and approached, with Wanyan Han following him on one side, the little man pursed his lips and looked a bit cold, but when he saw Xuan Qing, he rushed towards him unconsciously, his eyes sparkling of.

Wanyan Banqin also came over at this time, and she took the Mu brothers to stand in front of Xuanqing, separating Wanyanshu, "Brother, what are you talking about here?"

Although there was a smile in her words, there was no warmth in the dark eyes under the mask.

Wanyanshu saw them standing in front of Xuanqing one by one, as if he was going to do something unforgivable, and couldn't help but sneered in his heart.

Wanyan Shu has always been at odds with him. Fortunately, he has lost his chance of inheriting the throne because of his broken leg, but when did he stand with Wanyan Banqin?

"It's just seeing the master sitting here bored, so come over to chat." Wanyan Shu said lightly, glanced at several people, and finally fell on Wanyanzong.

When he was about to leave, he lowered his voice and mocked: "The master is the guest of the fourth sister, why is the second brother here to join in the fun?"

Seeing that Yan Zong was unmoved, his eyes became colder, and he left here with a soft snort.

When the people left, Wanyan half-covered turned around and looked at Xuanqing carefully, confirming that there was nothing serious about him, and then said in a low voice, "Is Master all right? Avoid contact with him tonight. Yiliang Yixin, be careful and protect him." She said the last sentence to the Mu brothers.

This was the first time Wanyan Banqin had taken the initiative to talk to him after coming back from gathering the medicine that day, and people would pass on everything that happened in the past few days.

Wanyan half-quilted is still dressed in neat black clothes today, with long hair tied up high, and a silver mask covering her face, but when she looked at him, her eyes were a little warmer than usual.

Xuan Qing smiled slightly and said it was okay.

Just at this time Wanyan Lie arrived, and everyone got up one after another.

Wanyan Fusheng followed behind him, dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, with slightly long black hair just enough to tie back his head, his face was cold and solemn, cold and dignified.

When he saw Xuan Qing, his eyes moved, but it was naturally inconvenient to go over to attract attention at this time.

The king of Beijiang arrived, and everyone sat down. After Wanyan Zong nodded to Xuanqing, he led Wanyanhan to the other side.

This banquet was mainly to restore Wanyan Fusheng's identity. After a series of procedures were completed and everyone presented gifts, his identity as the Seventh Prince was finally settled.

In the middle, the dancers began to dance, and the leaders of the tribes also toasted in twos and threes.

Wanyan Zong had no chance of succeeding, and he didn't care about it because there was no one around him, so he drank lightly by himself.

As a woman, Wanyan Banqin has always been indifferent, so there are far fewer people around her.

Both Wanyan Shu and Wanyan Fusheng couldn't get away from the toast.

Xuan Qing sat quietly at the table, with a look of relief in his eyes.He stayed here just to confirm that this apprentice returned to his own life.Now that everything is settled, it is time to leave.

The few people who had been secretly watching him saw that he seemed to be about to get up and leave. Just as he was about to make a move, the drums suddenly started to beat rapidly.

The dancer in the field did not know when she had retreated, and a figure in red spun into the field. She was slender, with a beautiful face, and bells were dotted on her wrists and ankles, and they jingled when she danced.

"The little girl is showing her ugliness." The voice fell.

There was faint laughter from all around, and Wanyan half-covered raised her eyes to see the dancer in the field—Shui Yunzhu, the daughter of a tribal king.

Wanyan half-covered and half-supporting her head while drinking, watched the man's obvious seduction for a while, but she didn't know who to seduce?

When the other party danced to Xuanqing's table and hardly left and circled around him, Wanyan Banqin paused holding the wine in his hand.She lowered her eyes to cover the darkness in her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

But Xuan Qing's body was already stiff at this time, this girl was extremely enthusiastic, she danced with light gauze, and the strong fragrance tangled her nostrils.He could only sit upright with his eyes closed, clasping his hands together and holding the rosary.

Until her father coughed, "Yunzhu, stop making trouble."

Only then did Shui Yunzhu stop, her laughter was as crisp as a silver bell, and she moved closer to Xuanqing, "You are a monk from the Southern Dynasty? You are good-looking and interesting."

Xuan Qing turned sideways to avoid her approach.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Shui Yunzhu pouted.She looked up, and her coquettish words had a bit of domineering flavor, "Your Majesty, I like him and want to marry him."

When she just danced, everyone's eyes were already attracted here, so when she said this, everyone was stunned, and they haven't recovered yet.

Only her father stood up and confessed repeatedly, "Your Majesty, forgive me, Yunzhu has always been spoiled by me, so it's not big or small..."

It's just that Wanyan Lie wasn't as displeased as he imagined, he turned his head and looked down, with a smile on his face, "Yunzhu is known as the most beautiful pearl in the grassland, and his eyes are always higher than the top, today's love for the master is enough to see Xuan Master Qing is very charming."

He smiled and turned to Xuanqing, "In my opinion, Master Xuanqing might as well stay and be a golden sword son-in-law?"

Shui Yunzhu's confession can be taken lightly as a joke, but what does Wanyan Lie mean by that?

He obviously wanted to force Xuan Qing to stay in the northern border.

Wanyan Zong stopped the chopsticks in his hand when he heard the words, and looked up.

Wanyan Fusheng's eyes were cold, and he was about to crush the wine glass in his hand.

The scene became tense for a moment, and everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe.

Shui Yunzhu had also been dragged back by her father, motioning her to keep her mouth shut.

On the other side, Xuanqing frowned, "Amitabha, Your Majesty, please forgive the poor monk for not agreeing."

His voice was cold, but it was the expected answer from several people.

But under the eyes of everyone, he didn't give Beijiang king face so much, which made the scene a little embarrassing for a while.

Wanyan Lie had already put away his smile, his eyes darkened.

When the atmosphere was as dull as black iron, Wanyan Banqin suddenly put down the wine bowl, pulled out her dagger, slapped it on the table, then got up and grabbed Xuanqing's wrist and walked out.

Everyone was stunned by this incident, Wanyan half-clothed with outstanding military achievements, and always cold and arrogant, no one stopped her for a while.

Wanyan Fusheng frowned slightly. Grassland has always had the meaning of "golden sword as a gift to a lover". What does his fourth sister mean?

Is it just to save Xuan Qing from the siege, or... His brows turned cold, and he didn't dare to think about it.

When everyone came back to their senses, they couldn't help whispering.Wanyan Lie paused, but laughed first, "Banqin has a lonely and cold personality since he was a child, and he never thought that he would have a day when he would fall in love. Haha, come, come, continue to drink."

After the ridicule, everyone relaxed and raised their glasses.

After a while, Wanyan Fusheng became the focus again.

Wanyan Shu's eyes dimmed, and after drinking a few cups, he quietly left the table.

And Xuan Qing was dragged out of the banquet with a dazed expression before realizing that men and women can't kiss each other... Ah no, the little monk is not close to women!