On the day of the banquet, the Feng Mansion was packed with people and the atmosphere was bustling. Most of the celebrities in the capital were invited and happily attended the banquet.

When Yan Sikong arrived, he saw Xue Bo welcoming guests at the door. Upon seeing him coming, he greeted him warmly, "Master Yan, thank you for your visit."

Yan Sikong looked around and whispered, "Did you tie up the soul seal properly?" With so many people here, if the giant wolf was allowed to come out for a stroll, it would probably scare a few of them to death.

Xue Bo chuckled: "Master Yan, don't worry." He instructed the servant beside him, "Take Master Yan to the seat of honor."

"That's inappropriate." Yan Sikong stopped him, "I'm just a minor official, it's inconvenient for me to take a seat. Let me find a seat by myself."

"This……"

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "If your young master has any objections, I will explain it to him." After that, he went straight into the mansion without waiting for Xue Bo to say anything.

It was early summer and the weather was pleasant, so the wine table was set up in the courtyard. Yan Sikong looked around and saw an acquaintance - Zhou Mixing.

Zhou Mixing was also quite surprised to see him: "Brother Yan, what a coincidence..." Most of the guests invited to Feng Ye's banquet were high-ranking officials and nobles. Although Yan Sikong had just been promoted to the prince's tutor, he was still relatively unknown. He was also among the invited guests, which surprised him.

Yan Sikong did not explain, but smiled and said, "Can I sit at the same table with Brother Zhou?"

"Please, please, please sit down quickly." Zhou Mixing said, "Hey, let me introduce you. This is the second son of Mr. Gao, the Minister of the Dali Temple. This is Mr. Zhang from Jinan Prefecture, who happened to return to the capital to report on his work. This is..."

Several people bowed to each other.

"This guy is a celebrity in our capital recently." Zhou Mixing patted Yan Sikong on the shoulder and said with a smile, "In the blooming May, the emperor reopened the imperial lecture, and it was this brother Yan Sikong. At the imperial lecture, he stunned everyone with his talent and beauty. Even the emperor praised him greatly."

"Oh, I've heard a lot about you."

"I've heard that at the imperial lecture, Brother Xian was the most popular person, even better than Shen Hexuan who won three first prizes."

Yan Sikong said humbly: "I am not talented, I have only a little knowledge. There are many hidden talents in the Hanlin Academy, I am really nothing."

"How humble! Too humble! Hahahaha."

"I heard that Brother Xian was recommended by Master Yan Ge to be the prince's tutor?"

Yan Sikong said: "That's right."

Everyone's eyes lit up: "Is the prince studious?"

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "The prince is extremely intelligent, quick-witted and studious. In time, he will become a wise and benevolent ruler." He knew that these people didn't care whether the prince was "studious" or not, they just wanted to get some good information from him.

They wanted to continue exploring, but were cleverly blocked by Yan Sikong.

Feng Ye appeared at that moment, and the eyes of all the guests in the courtyard were immediately attracted by the heroic and wild little wolf king.

Feng Ye was wearing a lake blue double-breasted suit today, with a rhinoceros belt around his waist, and black trousers tucked into brocade boots rimmed with gold thread. His narrow waist and long legs set off his handsome and upright figure. His good looks were so good that one would be ashamed of themselves at first sight.

Feng Ye first apologized to the guests, explaining that he could not meet them due to poor acclimatization and illness, and then he expressed his gratitude on behalf of King Jingyuan. His words were flawless, but the arrogance that permeated his bones could not be concealed even with humble words.

As Feng Ye spoke, he looked around.

Yan Sikong heard people whispering around him, discussing Feng Ye's appearance, King Jingyuan's power and so on, but he turned a deaf ear to them and couldn't help but look towards Feng Ye.

When the two people's eyes met from a distance, Yan Sikong twitched the corner of his mouth slightly to hide his smile. He knew that Feng Ye must have been looking for him.

The dinner began, with dancing and music, clinking glasses, and a lively atmosphere.

Yan Sikong, Zhou Mixing and others were drinking, but their minds were not here. He secretly glanced at them from time to time and saw Feng Ye drinking and chatting with others.

Feng Ye was born and raised in the military camp, so he inevitably has the wildness and unrestrainedness of a battlefield man. His behavior and speech obviously lack etiquette, and sometimes he is straightforward and aggressive. Of course, red tape is not always a good thing, and it is understandable that he is not bound by etiquette, but on the scene, Yan Sikong is somewhat worried that he will offend people by entertaining guests.

But seeing that he seemed to be able to handle it with ease, I felt a little relieved.

After the dance and music, Pei Fanjia, the deputy chief of the Censorate, was in a poetic mood: "Poetry and wine, poetry and wine. Only with poetry can there be good wine. I suggest that those who have poetry should compose poems, and those who have wine should toast. How about that?"

"good!"

"Master Pei, come first!"

"Then I will throw out a brick to attract jade." Pei Fan smiled with a red face, raised the wine glass, shook it a few times, and chanted loudly:

The silkworm leaves are blown by the spring breeze, and the reeds are covered with dew at dawn. The cranes are singing to warn the birds, and the wild geese are flying high in the sky, and the cold is about to come.

The moon mirror is like an open box, and the cloud thread is like a tiara. The clear cup faces the order of the sun, and the high banquet is full of joy.

"Good, very poetic!"

"Come, let's toast to Master Pei."

Pei Fan started the process, and the scholars and officials also showed their talents and started to compose poems and poems, and to make friends through poetry and wine, which really made the most of this beautiful time with clear wind and bright moon.

When it was Yan Sikong's turn, Zhou Mixing said, "Let's let Brother Yan Xian come to our table."

Feng Ye walked over with a wine glass in hand, and looked at Yan Sikong with a smile: "I heard that Master Yan is very talented, and we are looking forward to it."

"It turns out that the prince has also heard of Lord Yan."

"Who hasn't heard of the emperor's praise at the imperial banquet?" Feng Ye raised his glass to Yan Sikong, "Please."

Yan Sikong smiled and bowed to everyone: "Then I am embarrassed."

"please."

Yan Sikong looked at the bronze cup in his hand, thought for a moment, and then chanted in a clear and melodious voice:

God has prepared fine wine, and we follow him on the cloud-covered road.

There is a table mat in front of the blue dragon, and a jug is held by the white tiger.

In the south, people play the qin, while in the north, people play the sheng and the yu.

The hanging dew forms a tent, and the running stars turn the wheels.

When the poem was finished, everyone was amazed.

"What a beautiful poem, 'God has prepared fine wine for us to walk on the cloud path'. After drinking a bottle of wine, we will soar into the sky. Hahahaha, it's a beautiful poem, it's really a beautiful poem."

"What a nice poem! Lord Yan really amazed us..."

Yan Sikong said repeatedly: "You're welcome, you're welcome."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Yan Sikong's rosy face, his eyes that were filled with drunkenness and talent. His breathing became a little faster. He listened to the envy and praise of Yan Sikong from all around, as if he was praising himself.

"Master Yan, I want to toast you."

"Brother Yan, come here, you have to drink this cup. On the fifteenth of next month, there will be a moon-viewing banquet at my house, you must come."

"Master Yan, I respect you too..."

Seeing that Yan Sikong was about to be overwhelmed by the toasts, Feng Ye squeezed to Yan Sikong's side and took the wine from his hand: "Everyone, if this continues, Master Yan will probably leave sideways."

"Hahaha, why did the prince suddenly stop drinking?"

"Although I am a military general, my father taught me to cherish talents since I was young." Feng Ye smiled and said, "Why don't I drink three cups on behalf of Lord Yan, and save the rest for next time." After saying that, he drank Yan Sikong's wine in one gulp without waiting for those people's consent.

Yan Sikong wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He thought, Feng Ye’s alcohol tolerance is not even as good as mine, how could he have the courage to help him stop drinking?

Feng Ye, however, did not allow anyone to say anything. He quickly drank three cups of wine and then looked at everyone with a half-smile.

Those who were interested retreated one after another. This young master was so imposing that it seemed as if he would bite anyone who dared to take another step forward.

After everyone dispersed, Feng Ye's body swayed, and Yan Sikong helped him sit down: "Prince, are you okay?"

Feng Ye waved his hands: "It's just a few glasses of wine, no problem."

Yan Sikong smiled helplessly, moved closer to him, and said in a low voice: "You can't drink as much as I can, why are you trying so hard to show off?"

Feng Ye pretended to be angry and said, "I helped you block the wine, and you are ungrateful, but you dare to tease me?"

"I dare not, I dare not." Yan Sikong smiled, "Drink some tea to control the alcohol." He poured a cup of tea for Feng Ye.

Feng Ye pushed the tea away: "No."

“You…”

Feng Ye held the wine bottle in his hand and said, "I just heard them say that they are going to ask Master Yan to arrange a marriage for you. I heard that it will be with the daughter of some Shangshu family."

Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Really? Which minister? How old are you?"

Feng Ye glanced at him: "It seems you are looking forward to it."

"Men should get married when they are old enough, and women should get married when they are old enough. I am not young anymore."

Feng Ye glared at him: "I'm not even engaged, what basis do you have for marriage?"

"What's there to compare? Do you think you can beat me in this? How come I'm five years older than you?"

"Do you really want to get married?" Feng Ye's face was already filled with anger.

Yan Sikong didn't know why Feng Ye was angry, but seeing that he was really unhappy, he could only smile and say, "I'm not really interested, but my parents have gone. If the teacher wants me to marry someone, how can I not follow his lead?" He didn't lie. He didn't want to get married at all, and he didn't even want to have children, but marriage was not something he could decide. His thoughts on getting married were not much different from when he was a child. The only difference was that although he didn't want to get married and didn't care who he married, if he wanted to marry, it had to be a daughter of a wealthy family.

Feng Ye pursed his lips, pushed him away, stood up and left.

"Prince..." Yan Sikong smiled and shook his head helplessly.