v7 Chapter 630： Goodbye (1/2)

Xiao Chen went out with a small amount of relatives, and based on his current practice, unless the strongest in the creation world took the shot, he would not have to worry about himself. Naturally, he no longer needs to be as usual. He must be followed by 300,000 guards. . ?

Although in the capital of Beijing, monks were not allowed to perform the flight of Lu Guang, but the position of the prince was obviously a privileged class. He was not within the limited scope and controlled Lu Guang to move forward, but he had already arrived at Weiyuan Houfu moment.

After Luanguang fell, his own soldiers held the invitation and passed the pass.

The emcee took a glance at the invitation, and she couldn't help but tremble suddenly. She dared to sing and sing, ”Qing Yungong congratulates Weiyuan on the birthday of Hundred Thousands of Birthdays!” The voice was louder than before.

Countless lights came together in an instant. Although Xiao Chen's appearance was not known to ordinary monks, but those who came to Heshou today all knew it. At this moment, they saluted one after another, saying that they refer to the Guogong.

The eldest son of Weiyuan Hou's face suddenly showed surprise, and he hurried down to report. People had hurriedly greeted him. ”Guo Gong can come to see my father ’s birthday. My Weiyuan Hou government is full of happiness, please.” Lead the way in front of yourself.

In the rank of the Three Gongs, the Rong State is the highest peak except the Rong State Lord. His majesty swarms of land and palms of hundreds of millions of troops are real strong figures, which are far higher than Weiyuanhou.

Today, Weiyuan Hou ’s birthday is 100,000. You can invite Qing Yungong. This is a great face!

Xiao Chen is just a cyan robe today, but all kinds of textures and embroidery patterns are exquisite and exquisite, showing the noble status. Wen Yan nodded slightly, and with a lot of awe, he took Daoxian to follow and walked towards Weiyuan Houfu. As for His Majesty's pro-arms, naturally, the people of Hou's government led to the side hall to say hello.

Before walking a few steps, I saw a red-faced middle-aged monk with a lot of faces, walking quickly with a large number of guests, and opening his hands far away. ”Guo Gong came here by car. Blame it! ”

Behind them, the guests naturally saluted.

Xiao Chen smiled mildly, bowed his hand, and said, ”Weiyuan Hou is polite. My father closed the door a few days ago. After leaving the customs, it coincides with Hou Yeshou's birthday. There is no gift.” It gave Wei Yuanhou face, and another signal was faintly revealed.

How can Weiyuan Hou not understand the meaning, only feel that the heart is open, the smile on the face is a little heavier, sideways fooled, and said: ”Please, please!”

Xiao Chen smiled and nodded, but never resigned, and returned to the hall again among the crowds.

As Xiao Chen, naturally sitting on the left side, coping with the monks who came to worship, all the time with a faint smile on his face, with a sense of grace and grace, but without a sense of grandeur, but the state of the majesty, still Awesome.

”Houye, the angel of the emperor is here!”

Weiyuan Hou's face was a joy, although the angel of the Emperor Yan had no real power in Rongguo, but after all it represented the emperor's face, and it was naturally a great face to be able to come to his birthday.

”Large guests, stay here, Ben went to meet the angel.”

Weiyuan Houying welcomed him as a respect for the angel's identity, but he didn't need to bring many guests together as he welcomed Xiao Chen.

For a moment, Wei Yuanhou and one person entered the hall while chatting and laughing, it was that Yan Mingyue. The man's gaze swept across the hall and fell directly on Xiao Chen, and nodded with a smile. Today, Weiyuan Hou Shouyan didn't want to get in touch, so he sent someone a gift. But when they heard that Qingyun Gong had arrived, he slightly groaned and brought some followers.

Xiao Chen arched his hands, and he was grateful to the angel brother who helped him through the difficult times.

”Angel, please come in.”

Weiyuan Hou arched his hand to the right seat, and Yan Mingyue had a special identity and naturally could not be rude.

Yan Mingyue nodded with a smile and turned around to take a seat with a follower. Naturally, guests from all parties came forward to greet each other. Yan Mingyue was also exquisitely smiling and welcoming in all directions to deal with these natural skills.

By noon, the guests have arrived. Although there are still a steady stream of guests, most of them are small forces or solitary monks who have not come to invite them to take the initiative. Although they will also be invited to eat in Hou's house, they do not enter the host. Qualification of the temple.

”You are grateful to be able to come to the old man's birthday, and I am grateful to you, please drink this cup together!” Weiyuan Hou stood up and drank Yuzhong Zhongmei wine.

Guests in the hall should drink.

After drinking a cup, the banquet was officially started, and the beautiful slaves offered various kinds of jade dishes, and singing and dancing performances have also begun.

The atmosphere of the banquet gradually warmed up, and the guests kept getting up to Weiyuan Hou Heshou, toasting away, drinking it, and presenting various valuable gifts.

Yan Mingyue smiled and smiled. When responding to your toast, she sent a screen with wind jade, exquisitely carved, exuding noble spirit, obviously not extraordinary. When placed in the room, a ”ding ding” light can be heard in the breeze, which changes with the size of the wind.

As the most distinguished person in the hall, Xiao Chen naturally had various monks toasting. He smiled and nodded, but he gave Weiyuanhou the full face.

Daoxian held a gold jug, filled with jade bottles, and Xiao Chen stood up to raise a toast to Weiyuan Hou. The spirit is condensed, the screen is turned back, and the Weiyuan Hou Quan is congratulated on his birthday. I wish Weiyuan the same life as the mountains and mountains. ”

Daoxian stepped forward, flashing aura of light in his hand, and directly took out the deep-sea red coral, which was about the size of a bird and had a good appearance. This kind of red coral grows under the pressure of thousands of kilograms of water, its texture is extremely hard, water and fire are not invaded, and the sword is difficult to damage. It can grow to a length of a finger every 10,000 years, and it has become the scale of today.