Chapter 0129 Marriage Fraud
Because both Song Suo and Ashu used the term "sons of aristocratic families", Xiao Rong assumed that these people were all young men in their teens or twenties. He asked Song Suo to draw up a list, and the invitees must be either children of large families or children of poor families with a good reputation. In short, these people must have some value.
But when the banquet really started, Xiao Rong realized that he had misunderstood the three words "son of aristocratic family".
This thirty-something...
This guy with a big belly must be at least 40 years old.
How come there are still people coming in with crutches! ...
Xiao Rong looked dazed. He had never understood so clearly what it meant for a man to remain young until his death.
Xiao Rong sat on it, feeling a little guilty.
Since the banquet was held in his personal name, he naturally invited Song Shuo and Fuzi as well, but he was worried that inviting Gao Xunzhi would make these young people feel restrained, so he did not send an invitation to Gao Xunzhi as well.
Now he understood why Gao Xunzhi looked at him with such resentment today. …
Well, now that things have come to this, let’s not think about that old man anymore.
Xiao Rong smiled and said a few opening remarks as the host. Then he clapped his hands lightly. The singers and dancers came in to perform, and the servants also came in with the dishes.
No one started talking about business right away. They all exchanged a few polite words first, watched the singing and dancing quietly for a while, and then gradually threw out what they wanted to say. Xiao Rong sat at the top calmly, even though he might be the youngest person present.
Those who came to Chenliu at this time were either carrying out an important mission of the family, or were not valued by the family. It would be the same whether he was there or not, so it was most appropriate to send him here to take risks.
Xiao Rong's observations were similar. The entire banquet was divided into two extremes. On one side, the people had clear eyes and seemed to be immersed in the singing and dancing. In fact, they were keeping an eye on all directions and listening in all directions, behaving in a polite and restrained manner. On the other side, their true colors were revealed as they watched, with their eyes lingering on the dancers' chests and thighs. If this wasn't the royal palace, these people would have probably touched them.
Xiao Rong had anticipated this situation. He looked away after a few seconds and picked up a copper coin-sized snack from the plate with chopsticks. While eating, he wondered why it hadn't come yet.
Just as he was thinking about it, the ten-foot-high door was pushed open. Qu Yunmie was wearing a black scholar's uniform and a fine sword on his waist. He looked similar to the other children of the noble families present, but his aura was a mountain higher than theirs.
The sound of stringed instruments stopped immediately, and the dancers quickly retreated. Some people here had seen Qu Yunmie, and some had not. But no matter whether they had seen him or not, anyone with a reasonable level of intelligence could guess who the person was.
At this time, Xiao Rong stood up, walked down from above in an orderly manner, and saluted towards Qu Yunmie: "Greetings, Your Majesty."
With him taking the lead, others naturally followed suit. At once, everyone stood up and said respectfully in unison: "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Qu Yunmie was silent for a moment.
This was the way of entry arranged for him by Xiao Rong. He originally didn't understand why Xiao Rong asked him to do this, but looking at those lowered heads, Qu Yunmie suddenly understood why the princes and nobles of Jinling liked to humiliate people.
Because this is the biggest difference between them and ordinary people. If they want to be superior, they must highlight this difference. Seeing others bowing down to them, that kind of satisfaction cannot be replaced by anything else.
But Qu Yunmie didn't need to rely on humiliation to get this kind of pleasure. He only needed to draw his sword and look around to see people kneeling and begging for mercy. ...
He felt very bored, but in order to complete the task given by Xiao Rong, Qu Yunmie could only walk up with a dead look on his face. After he sat down, he said coldly to these people: "I heard that there is a banquet here, so I came here uninvited. Please don't be polite, and continue your banquet."
The people below thanked him politely, and the sound of stringed instruments began to sound again. Qu Yunmie sat where Xiao Rong had just sat, and Xiao Rong came forward with a look of awe and knelt down beside Qu Yunmie. In the eyes of the people below, it was only after Qu Yunmie said a few words to him that Xiao Rong relaxed his demeanor, and the two of them also had a pleasant conversation. However, the conversation between the two was like this.
Qu Yunmie: "Can I get angry now? How about using that person as an excuse? His alopecia areata makes me feel very unhappy."
Xiao Rong: "…Send one and try."
Song Suo and the Buddhist sat next to each other. Looking at Qu Yunmie and Xiao Rong above, Song Suo sighed, "Why did we invite these people here? Compared to them, my Song family can be considered to have a noble character."
Mi Jing didn't talk to him and just drank his tea. Song Suo liked to nag, but it was none of his business.
Song Shuo was used to Mi Jing ignoring him. He glanced casually around the entire hall, glancing here and there, and then he looked back up.
Even though they were so close, they couldn't hear the conversation as the two people above deliberately lowered their voices. Song Shuo just felt a little strange: "Huh?"
Mi Jing seemed to hear something else from this doubtful interjection.
He subconsciously looked at Song Shuo, whose eyes became increasingly strange: "Why do I feel like they are closer than before?"
Mi Jing was stunned and he also looked up. Originally, there was nothing wrong with the behavior of Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie, but when he turned his head, he happened to see Qu Yunmie reaching out and wiping away a piece of snack residue from the corner of Xiao Rong's mouth.
Mi Jing: “…………”
He turned his head subconsciously, and sure enough, Song Shuo's expression changed again and again.
After changing his expression for a long time, he finally settled on an angry expression: "Your Majesty is really indecent, isn't there a handkerchief on the table?"
Mi Jing is convinced, so this is where your focus is?! ...
Although Xiao Rong had asked Qu Yunmie to play the villain in the beginning, there were skills to that. He needed Qu Yunmie to play the villain that everyone would obey. He wanted these people to realize Qu Yunmie's dignity, so that they wouldn't say something to his face and then go back and still mock him in their hearts for being a refugee.
Moreover, judging from the extent of the trouble these people caused in Chenliu, they deserved to be scared half to death by Qu Yunmie. There had been no strong monarch in the Yong Dynasty since He Kui, so these people were used to controlling the emperor. It was time to let them remember what it felt like to live under the emperor.
Therefore, the black-faced role must be played by Qu Yunmie. After all, people can only be afraid of him. If Xiao Rong played it, it would be very strange. Not being afraid of the future monarch but only being afraid of the current military advisor, what kind of rule is this?
However, there must be a limit to playing the villain. You have to scare them, but you can't let them think that Qu Yunmie is going to kill someone. Otherwise, the words "murderer like crazy" will be attached to Qu Yunmie again.
So Xiao Rong specifically asked Qu Yunmie not to bring any weapons in, but Qu Yunmie was unwilling to agree to this. He felt that taking off his weapons voluntarily would be tantamount to surrendering to this group of people, so he refused to do so no matter what. There was no way, Xiao Rong could only contribute his Chilong sword. His Chilong sword was more like a work of art than a weapon. Wearing it could also enhance Qu Yunmie's taste.
A banquet where one can get angry and leave, plus the opportunity to possess the Chilong Sword for a short period of time, this deal was a good one no matter how one looked at it, so Qu Yunmie arrived on time.
After the first round of singing and dancing, everyone was free to speak, and soon the atmosphere became lively. There were some smart people and some stupid people present, but the stupid people trained by aristocratic families also knew a little bit of the art of speaking, so there was no dull moment at all.
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