Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Although I know that the person behind the screen can call out his full name, he must know his identity, but why, suddenly, at this time, he mentioned his identity as a "concubine."

Moreover, his tone is a bit strange.

Although there is no bad thing between the lines, it always gives Nan Yan a feeling of being offended.

She furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes and her tone were cold: "What do you mean by your excellency?"

Although she was not angry, she brought a hint of cold words, which made people feel that she was unhappy with the words just now.

"..."

The person behind the screen paused, and immediately said: "Below, there is no other meaning."

"That's good."

After speaking, he lowered his head and took a sip of water from the cup on the table.

Her meaning is also obvious, she doesn't want to continue this topic, and she doesn't want anyone to look at herself.

The person behind the screen was silent for a while, and then said: "Well, please come tonight, but there is no other meaning."

"..."

"The distinguished guests in this seat are all dragons and phoenixes among some people, so naturally this seat cannot be rude."

"..."

"Tonight, we won't talk about business or other things. Just have a good time."

After speaking, he clapped his hands.

A row of maids came in from outside.

These maids are very young, but they are eighteen or nine years old, with good looks, and wearing beautiful clothes and clothes, one by one, they deliver good wine and food to their tables.

The musicians behind the screen also began to play a cheerful and clear tune.

It is indeed a very good banquet atmosphere.

When the wine and food were all served, I saw the host behind the screen, took the wine glass from the table, raised it high, and said, "Everyone, please drink this glass together."

Jian Ruocheng and Nan Yanke were just the host, and naturally they both picked up their wine glasses.

On the other side, Munch also held a glass, but smiled and said, "I don't know, how to pray for this glass?"

The master thought for a while, and through a layer of screens, his gaze seemed to flow over each of them.

Then he said: "I wish, everyone who is sitting here again, all got what they wanted, how about?"

"..."

This was originally the most common prayer at a banquet.

Getting what you want is naturally what everyone expects.

However, as soon as this sentence was said, the atmosphere during the dinner was a little strange.

Nan Yan looked at Munch on the opposite side, and carefully glanced at Jian Ruocheng beside him.

No matter what, this business deal this time will not allow everyone to get what they want. If he did his wish and asked Munch to buy this batch of ironware, then the best situation would be that he would go back and bite the dog with the Ajislan dog, and it would be too late to use his brains on their Yan Nation, and King Ning could not get this batch. Ironware naturally has shortcomings.

But then, how should Jian Ruocheng go back?

Although that day, he said lightly that King Ning would not do anything to him because of a deal, but this deal was not about soybeans and sorghum, but weapons.

Thinking of this, she looked at Jian Ruocheng's eyes slightly heavier.

But Jian Ruocheng was all smiles.

He said to the owner behind the screen: "Okay, I hope everyone here will get what they wanted."

After speaking, he looked down at Nan Yan next to him, smiled and raised a glass of wine to her.

"..."

Nan Yan also smiled with a complicated expression.

Then, I saw Jian Ruocheng drank it.

Nan Yan also took a sip and found that this wine was unusual, at least it was made of bamboo leaf greens that had been in the cellar for more than 30 years. The taste was mellow, and only a faint coolness was felt on the tip of his tongue, and he slid directly into his throat.

A soft feeling dissipated to the limbs and five bodies.

Suddenly, the whole body Shutai.

So comfortable!

Nan Yan couldn't help but sighed slightly.

However, she didn't drink cups and cups like they did, she just drank two sips, and she faintly felt that although the wine was not strong, but the stamina was great, she just drank a little and felt a little soft in her hands and feet.

And Jian Ruocheng beside him is still pushing a cup with them.

She thought for a while, and subconsciously said softly: "Second Young Master, drink less."

Jian Ruocheng turned to look at her.

At this time, the smile on his face was a little different from usual, and his usual smile was gentle and restrained, he looked like a gentleman, and at this moment, Jiu Jin seemed to let all these restraints slowly loosened.

There was a little more idleness in his smile.

"It's okay."

Fortunately, speaking, I am still more sober.

In a short while, even a group of dancers came out to cheer up. Beautiful dancers danced in front of them. For a time, the singing voice was clear and the dance was awkward.

Nan Yan glanced at the figure on the screen unexpectedly.

This person, mysterious, did not expect to enjoy it.

Although there were not many people at this banquet, he was also very impressive.

At the end, everyone was drunk, singing and dancing gradually subsided, and the owner behind the screen said: "It's not too early tonight. Let's go back and rest."

Everyone nodded.

Nan Yan drank two cups, and some of her cheeks were hot. As she was about to get up, she heard a plop next to her.

Turning around, Jian Ruocheng fell on the table.

She froze for a moment, thinking that he was leaning on the table to look at something, but when she leaned over, she realized that his cheeks were flushed, his eyes had been closed, and he fell on the table, actually falling asleep drunk.

Just now, he was still speaking in a serious manner and looked like a person, so why did he become drunk at once?

It turned out that he was drunk like this?

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw him like this.

Munch said: "It seems that this son of Jane is not good at drinking."

Nan Yan shook his shoulder slightly: "Second Young Master Jian? Second Young Master?"

Jian Ruocheng didn't respond at all.

The owner behind the screen said: "It seems that Mr. Jian is too strong to drink. Come here, let Mr. Jian go back to rest.

At this moment, Munch stood up suddenly and said: "Don't bother, let me come."

"..."

Everyone was stunned.

Although he is now here as a guest, he is also the king of a country. He actually wants to help a drunk man go back to rest. Isn't he too approachable?

Nan Yan frowned slightly and saw that he had walked over, grabbed an arm of Jian Ruocheng, put him on his shoulder, and then turned to look at her: "Please lead the way."

"..."

Nan Yan hesitated.

The owner behind the screen seemed to hesitate for a while, but seeing that he had already started, he said, "If this is the case, then I will trouble the monarch."

Nan Yan could only stand up and said with a complicated expression: "Come with me."

She took him, and after a while, she arrived at Jian Ruocheng's room.

Munch carefully put Jian Ruocheng on the bed, Nan Yan walked over, pulled the quilt over him, and then stood up.

I saw Munch looking at her with a smile.