The next day, the Prince of Chu held a banquet. Lu Qing and Lu Zheng went to the Prince of Chu's mansion in a carriage. Lu Qing's face was not good. In fact, since Lu Yuan was arrested and put in jail, rumors have never stopped.

Lu Zheng was as honest as a quail, for fear that his father would see him and get angry and beat him up again.

The Prince of Chu's mansion is right next to the imperial city and occupies a large area. Emperor Yongning gave it to the Prince of Chu, which made many people jealous. Unfortunately, the Prince of Chu went to the northern border at the age of fifteen. The mansion has been guarded by the housekeeper until the Prince of Chu came back two years ago, and it really began to gain popularity.

However, the Prince of Chu has been staying at home for the past two years. It was not until the incident in Jiangnan broke out that everyone's attention was turned to this mansion.

This was the first banquet held by the King of Chu after returning to Beijing. Even though not many invitations were sent out, the door was still crowded.

Lu Qing and his son were welcomed into the hall. The guests who were originally talking loudly fell silent when they saw them, and then became lively again, but an invisible barrier was pulled apart around Lu Qing and his son.

This was the first time that Lu Zheng truly realized the importance of family to the ancients. Even though the Duke of Ying's Mansion had long been separated from the Lu family, they were still one in the eyes of the world. Therefore, once the suspicion of Lu Yuan's murder of his wife and father was exposed, even if it was just a rumor, it was enough to destroy his bones and melt gold.

Several of Lu Qing's friends quickly pulled him aside, and one of the old men with a rosy face smiled and said, "This is your third son, he is really a handsome man."

Lu Zheng bowed and said, "Uncle Ji." He also greeted the others one by one.

"Your father always says that you are naughty, but I think you are quite good. Boys, if they are not naughty, they will be just like embroidered ladies!" Ji Cheng patted Lu Zheng's back vigorously, "I like boys like you!"

"Stop it!" An old man named Wang exposed him unceremoniously, "Your granddaughter is not married yet, come on, Lu's boy, uncle has a niece, gentle and virtuous, suitable for family..."

"But she is ugly!" Ji Cheng added coldly.

"Old Ji, do you want to fight?"

"Let's fight, who's afraid of who!"

Lu Zheng was sweating profusely. Wasn't he here for a banquet? Why was he being matchmade for no reason? Lu Qing, on the other hand, was calm and composed: "Let them be, it will be over in a while."

Sure enough, the two old men were drinking again with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Their table was full of nobles who had fought together before. As they chatted loudly, they heard someone next to them secretly mocking: "A rough guy is a rough guy. Even if he wears a brocade robe, he can't hide his rustic smell!"

Ji Cheng was irritable and couldn't help but stand up when he heard it, but was held down by the old man next to him.

But someone beside him was still complaining: "That's right, he has no sense of propriety and can even kill his wife and father, it's really..."

Lu Qing's face darkened, but Ji Cheng couldn't help it anymore, and stood up to teach others a lesson.

At this time, someone shouted at the door: "His Royal Highness the King of Chu is here."

Normally, as the host, the King of Chu should have greeted everyone in the hall early, but he had a high status and was injured, so even if he didn't come to greet, no one would say anything, not to mention that Song Zhiyi was really a smooth person, and no one felt ignored when he greeted everyone.

Rong Zhen's armbands were removed, and he was wearing a prince's outfit, which made him look tall and straight, noble and incomparable. His black hair was neatly combed and tied in a golden crown. His eyebrows were long, but his eyes were not frivolous at all. He had a high nose and thin lips. Because he had been in the army for many years, he was wearing the military's weapons. When he walked in, the hall was suddenly quiet. Rong Zhen

took a glass of wine: "I am late, so I will punish myself with a glass of wine." After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass neatly.

"Good!" The crowd immediately became lively again.

Although Rong Zhen was a little cold, he was very polite and didn't make the atmosphere cold. Instead, many military nobles came to toast him, and he drank.

In the middle of the banquet, Rong Zhen was injured and had to leave the table temporarily. With Song Zhiyi's consideration, the atmosphere of the banquet was not affected.

Lu Zheng was forced to drink several glasses of wine by several uncles, and he shook his hands repeatedly with a red face.

Ji Cheng laughed and said, "My dear nephew, you can't drink that much! Think about how your father and I were in the army, and we could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. You have to practice!" Lu Zheng

was confused, and pushed them aside to find the toilet. The palace was very big, and fortunately, the eunuch who served on the side led the way. Lu Zheng refused his help and stumbled for a long time before finding it. After going to the toilet, he was about to go back when he heard the sound of a piano. Lu

Zheng rubbed his forehead and thought it was an auditory hallucination, but he went back halfway and saw a pavilion following the sound of the piano.

In the pavilion sat a young man wearing a wide blue robe. His hair was not tied up, but tied in a knot behind his head with a ribbon of the same color as his clothes, leaving the rest of his hair loose. This made him look even more handsome, his eyes as cold as stars, and his slender figure

made him look like a handsome young man in the world. His fingers danced lightly on the strings of the zither, and he didn't play any music, but people could hear the sound of pine trees, birds and insects, and springs. Lu Zheng never liked to listen to these classical instruments in modern times, but he didn't know that it wasn't because the sound of these instruments was bad, but there were too few people who could play them well.

Ye Wenguan pressed the strings of the zither with both hands, and the music stopped abruptly. He looked at Lu Zheng, who had suddenly woken up, and said with a smile: "Young man,

why don't you come over and tell me?" Lu Zheng thought that this was the Prince of Chu's mansion and there would be no danger, so he walked over and asked curiously: "Who are you? Why don't you go to the banquet hall?"

"Me?" Ye Wenguan plucked the strings of the zither and made a clear sound, "I am just an ordinary person in the secular world." Lu

Zheng smiled: "Ordinary people can't play such beautiful zither sounds."

Ye Wenguan raised his head and smiled: "It's just borrowing one or two natural sounds. You said it was beautiful because nature is beautiful." He seemed to have some fun, "I wonder if you have heard of the Wuwei Dao?"

Lu Zheng was stunned. Wuwei Dao was one of the two major religions in the Great Xia Dynasty, competing with Buddhism and Taoism, but compared with the temples everywhere, Wuwei Dao was too low-key. They emphasized advocating nature and following the natural laws of the development of things.

This was the first time Lu Zheng saw someone practicing Wuwei Dao.

Ye Wenguan said, "I have no other strengths, but I am pretty good at face reading. Would you like to have your face read?"

Lu Zheng had also heard that Wuwei Dao's face reading skills were unparalleled in the world, and were comparable to Master Le Chen of Fengguo Temple. Lu Zheng had met Master Le Chen, and the other party did not see anything wrong with him, which made him a little suspicious of these legends. Hearing Ye Wenguan say this, he was also a little uninterested.

However, Ye Wenguan seemed not to notice his perfunctory attitude, and still smiled gently.

Lu Zheng was also a little embarrassed, thinking that there was no harm in trying it, so he said, "Okay."

Ye Wenguan stretched out his finger and drew from Lu Zheng's forehead to his jaw, and then from his cheekbone to his jaw. His expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with turmoil. He believed Chen's fortune-telling. The real Lu Zheng should have died at the age of fifteen. A lonely soul from outer space occupied this body. He had seen this situation before, but such souls were either extremely evil or doomed to die young. That was why he gave Rong Zhen such a suggestion. However, at this moment, he hesitated.

"The forehead is full, the chin is plump, and the nose is like a hanging gallbladder. This is a life of smooth and indescribable wealth." Ye Wenguan said.

Lu Zheng touched his forehead curiously. This was his first time to have his fortune told. He thought that fortune tellers would talk a lot, but he didn't expect Ye Wenguan to say such a short sentence.

Ye Wenguan frowned slightly. Lu Zheng's soul and body were very compatible. If it was his first time seeing him, he would definitely not believe that there was a lonely soul from outer space living in his body. But the problem was that he had also seen Lu Zheng's birth date and eight characters. No matter how he calculated it, it was a sign of sudden death. The eight characters and the face were completely opposite. This should never happen.

Lu Zheng couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with me?"

Ye Wenguan shook his head. Wuwei Dao advocated freedom from restraint and unattachedness. He believed that everything he did was worthy of heaven and earth. This was the first time something left a knot in his heart.

Lu Zheng didn't know what Ye Wenguan was thinking about. After they chatted for a while, he realized that Ye Wenguan was knowledgeable and well-informed. He was not a bookworm or a charlatan. He felt like a close friend.

But he had stayed there for too long. If he didn't go back, his father would come out to look for him. He could only say goodbye to Ye Wenguan reluctantly.

After he left, Ye Wenguan sat quietly there for a while before he plucked the strings of the zither again: "Your Highness, you've been listening for so long, it's time to come out."

The bushes beside him trembled, and Rong Zhen pushed aside the leaves and walked out. He looked at Ye Wenguan for a while before saying, "Mr. Ye, your mind is confused."

For the first time, a bitter smile appeared on Ye Wenguan's usually calm face: "Your Highness, I was wrong."

"Oh?"

"He shouldn't have been dragged into this vortex."

Rong Zhen sat opposite Ye Wenguan and said lightly: "But he is already in it."

"In the end, I was too hasty." Ye Wenguan sighed. Rong Zhen sent someone to bring him to Yanjing before. No matter how good his temper was, he still held a bit of resentment, and now he only has regret.

Rong Zhen asked him, "You said before that he was a lonely soul from outer space. I asked Master Le Chen before, but he said something different."

"He is indeed a lonely soul from outer space. However, to be precise, he should be the real owner of this body. I don't know what went wrong, so another soul occupied his body for fifteen years, and now his soul has returned to its original place." Ye Wenguan said, "His birth date and time are very strange. When Le Chen calculated his fortune, Madam Lu begged Le Chen to change his fate. Le Chen then went to my master, but unfortunately both of them were helpless."

"After his soul returned, Madam Lu would definitely take him to Fengguo Temple. Lechen must have seen all this and realized that he was wrong in his prediction. He felt guilty towards this young master and knew that he was the real master, so he lied to protect him." Ye Wenguan sighed, "Now, it is my fault that Lechen's hard work has gone to waste."