Of course, when Xue Xiang led the river, the two of them entered the garden, so they naturally did not enjoy the flowers. It turned out that Xue Xiang was cleverly arranged by the gardens on both sides, and each had several tables, which was barely equivalent to a VIP room. On the right side were full of high-ranking officials, plus Yishui'er's military generals, and on the left side were all big and small yamen sent by their fathers to celebrate their birthdays.

On this side, Xue Xiang had just led Jiang Chaotian and Shi Jian into the garden, and the noise in the garden stopped immediately. The big and small Yanei, who were shouting, widened his eyes and looked at Xue Xiang and the other two, lowered his heads. These guys were not afraid of Xue Xiang, after all, no matter how cruel Xue Laosan was, he did not make any move to clean up the gift giver. Instead, Jiang Chaotian's evil aura in the Yanei was too heavy, and when these people saw it, they would not be able to fight in their hearts.

Xue Xiang saw the warmth and warmth of these yamen, and thoughts were heard, so why? Today is Xue Anyuan's good day. Xue Xiang didn't want to be cold, so he called Xu Cuihuang, who had returned north with Xue Lin, to accompany him. Xu Cuifeng had a handsome face, and was famous in the yamen circle of Sijiucheng because of her shy nature. She had amazing affinity. As soon as he arrived here, there seemed to be a warm sun in the field, completely grinding the severe cold brought by Jiang Chaotian, and there was a sound in the garden immediately.

After Xue Xiang arranged for the river, the two of them sat down, sued for guilt, and left the garden. Who would have thought that as soon as Xue Xiang went there, Xue Lin came in, greeted everyone, and then pulled Xu Cuihuang, who could not speak, and ran away without a trace.

Looking at Xu Cuihuang's figure leaving, Jiang Chaotian whispered: "It seems that Xue Laosan has always been lucky."

Shi Jianfei smiled and said, "Why, is Deputy Director Xu's recent market very good?"

Both of them are extremely smart people. They only know what the other person means when they speak.

Jiang Chaotian held the teacup, shook it lightly for a few seconds, and smiled and said, "Jianfei, you are pretending to be confused when you understand it. After that, he whispered again: "Don't say that this Nanxing, Director Xu has good luck and proper operation. Just say that our newly-listed leader has more than a little bit of a favor to him, an old subordinate of the Central Z department..."

Shi Jianfei said in surprise: "Is it true that Director Xu is going to enter the General Office of the CPC Central Committee?"

As soon as this question was released, Shi Jianfei regretted it. It turned out that this question was inconsistent with the question just now.

Jiang Chaotian pretended not to realize it, laughing but not speaking. The latter blushed slightly and raised his glass to drink tea.

A cup of tea was about to drink, and Shi Jianfei found the topic again: "Brother Jiang, is it getting late?"

"Jianfei. If you are hungry, the cake on the table tastes good. You can put it on the mat first. I guess you have to wait." Jiang Chaotian and other people. Naturally, he knew the meaning of Shi Jianfei's words, because in this moment, he had seen many people expressing their praise.

Before Shi Jianfei could speak, suddenly, the curious Yanei intervened in. "Jiang Da... Section Chief. Tell me about this hour, why haven't the banquet started yet? Waiting for a big man? I see that you and the second brother of Shi have come, and the member Shao of the Military Commission has arrived over there, and the third son-in-law of the Committee of the Communist Party of China and two sons-in-law have arrived. Who else has not come? I have specially checked the calendar before I came. On Xinmao, it is a good thing for the emperor to do. The Lunar New Year is the most auspicious time. Logically, noon has arrived. If the banquet is not held, it would be a good time..."

Nowadays, fortune tellers on the street have not yet reopened, but there are many young masters in Sijiu City who are interested in the feng shui metaphysics that have been defeated and criticized. The person in front of him is just right, and no one here knows that he is.

Jiang Chaotian smiled, but did not answer. After all, this place is someone else's place, and the host family does not have a seat, so there is no reason for the guests to urge him.

Jiang Chaotian did not answer, and no one dared to force him. The Yanei who asked was afraid that he would offend Jiang Yanei just now, and laughed at him from afar.

Shi Jianfei, who was standing beside him, chuckled in a low voice, "You said that if the person who was waiting doesn't come, will there be a good show today?"

"Is it possible?" Jiang Chaotian gently flicked the tea cup.

Shi Jianfei smiled back and stopped answering.

On this side, Shi Jianfei and Jiang Chaotian chatted and savored tea, which was very leisurely. On that side, Xue Xiang was so anxious that the corners of his mouth were blistering, and he wanted to call to ask.

At this moment, in Xue Xiang's room, Xue Anyuan, the three heads of the Xue family, Xue Pingyuan and Xue Xiang who came from afar, had gathered together and discussed solutions. But after discussing, there are only two results, a banquet or awaiting. Xue Anyuan is stubborn and is a person who wants face. Although he doesn't believe that he will give up his own face on this special day, he firmly demands the banquet.

Xue Anyuan, the head of the family and birthday star, made up his mind, and things naturally couldn't turn around. Xue Xiang ran out of the door, and immediately the biggest salute was ignited. The sound of the cannons soared into the sky, but Xue Xiang felt uncomfortable.

"Haha, the meal finally started, but I'm starving to death." Shi Jianfei said happily to Jiang Chaotian, who was drinking tea with his head down.

"What's going on? You can wait a little longer, why is the table going on?" In the garden on the right, An Zaijiang looked at the artillery fire rising from the sky with disbelief. He didn't know if this was for Chen Dao on the left or for Zuo Qiu Ming on the right.

Shi Jianfei and An Zaijiang said in two sentences, one statement and another question. Although they mean the same meaning, they express completely different feelings. These two feelings represent the two mentalities of the group of people who were present who knew the reason for the delay in the meeting.

Just as everyone thought the dust was settled, amid the sky-high fire, Mr. Zhike pulled his tone and sang full of energy, shouting, "A guest is here!!!"

The sound was long and clear, and it was hard to say that the sound of the trees was shaking the clouds. It was definitely more thrilling than the salute being fired. Because of the shouts, two people stepped into the door, one after another, attracting countless sights.

But when the man in front was about forty years old, he had a white face and a gentle expression. He was holding a big red wooden box in his hand. When he stepped into the threshold, he walked slightly. When he came in, he realized that his right leg was slightly fast; while the man behind him was extremely long, his temples were slightly frosted, his buzz head was red, his face was majestic, and his mighty military uniform greatly increased his power.

When Xue Xiang saw the person, a big rock fell to the ground and shouted: "Uncle Guan, why did you come?"

The tall man in military uniform behind was Xue Anyuan's old subordinate, Guan Chunlei, the guard of the old leader, and the person the Xue family was waiting for.

Because Xue Anyuan celebrated his birthday this time to Zhang Mu for Xue Xiang, and to open his eyes was nothing more than showing his strength. The greatest strength of the Xue family is undoubtedly the old leader standing behind him. With the current status of the old leader, it is naturally impossible to come to celebrate Xue Anyuan's birthday in person, and the replacement person is undoubtedly Guan Chunlei, the close person.

By chance, Xue Xiang finished speaking, the sound of cannons outside the door also stopped, and Guan Chunlei's firecrackers were connected: "Why don't I like to listen to you, boy? Today is the old platoon leader's day, will your Uncle Guan be vague?" Guan Chunlei did not explain why he was late, but instead beat Xue Xiangxiong.

As Xue Xiang was about to resist the discrimination in this case, the elegant middle-aged man on the side spoke: "You are Xue Xiang? I heard that you are very noisy and don't stop in my plum garden. He is very brave. I like it..." The middle-aged man's voice was warm, but the half of his words were inexplicable.

However, Xue Xiang heard the mystery from this inexplicable half of the words: "My plum garden" and the thunder of the spring of Guan Chun arrived, and the identity of the middle-aged man was about to emerge.

"You, you are..." Although Xue Xiang guessed the identity of the middle-aged man, he didn't know how to greet him because he didn't know whether to call him uncle or uncle.

"Silly boy, this is your Uncle Nan. He just came back from abroad and is a great intellectual." It turned out that Xue Anyuan, who was strode behind him, helped Xue Xiang decide the title.

Before Xue Xiang could call out, the middle-aged man dragged his legs slightly, took a few steps, held Xue An's big hand stretched out from afar, and smiled and said, "Brother Xue, happy birthday, my father has something to do, he asked me to wish you a day every year and a day every year." Although the blessings were cliché, it was valuable as a middle-aged man.

Today, Xue Anyuan heard countless congratulations, and this sentence made him the most excited because it was given to him by the old leader.

Just as the two shook hands, many congratulatory guests got up and surrounded them and greeted the middle-aged man from afar. Xue Xiang looked carefully and found that they were all high-ranking officials in the right garden. Those who did not come were obviously self-aware and knew that they were not qualified enough.

The middle-aged man was not arrogant, and greeted him one by one. After a lot of cumbersome greetings, he stuffed the mahogany box into Xue Xiang's arms. Xue Xiang thought he was asking him to take it into the warehouse, so he carried it around and wanted to leave, but the middle-aged man grabbed it and scolded him, "Brother Guan is right. I have never seen you like a kid. He is so anxious to receive the gifts in front of a real guest."

At this moment, Xue Xiang probably knew that the middle-aged man had a lineage with the old leader, and was humorous and restrained, and replied: "Uncle Nan, you have wronged me. I saw you coming from afar and had not even had tea in my mouth. So, hurry up and pour you tea." Xue Xiang naturally opened his mouth to express his words.

The middle-aged man laughed and scolded, and did not continue to make jokes. Instead, he asked Xue Xiang to hold the wooden box. He opened it himself and pulled out a scroll of about mine from it. After pulling out the scroll, he handed one end to Xue Xiang, and he held the other end and slowly unfolded it.

Xue Xiang was curious. Looking around, he saw that there was a flawless snow-white rice paper on the snow-white rice paper, with eight large and three small characters, totaling eleven large characters, all in regular style, with vertical and horizontal brushwork, with wide open and close together, but with rigorous structure and a demeanor. From the perspective of calligraphy, the whole large characters are not very accomplished, but each stroke and stroke penetrates the back of the paper, showing the sincereness of the person who writes.

After the entire scroll was fully unfolded, a low cry suddenly came from all around him, obviously there were eleven big words on rice paper, which shocked everyone.
Chapter completed!