Chapter 39 Hongmen Banquet? Red Gate Banquet?

The first mansion in Yongcheng, Zheng Jiang's mansion, is brightly lit today. The snow in front of the door was swept away, there were several red lanterns hanging at the door, and the servants in the mansion were also busy. Even a few stone lions at the door smiled, as if they were stained with today's joy.

Slightly famous social celebrities or families have received invitations from the Zheng family. It's really not that I dare not give face to the Zheng family in Yongcheng. The person who receives the invitation is also regarded as an honor. After all, not everyone can receive an invitation from the Zheng family. Therefore, there is no one who does not come to the appointment.

In the backyard, Zheng Jiang looked at these guests coming and going gloomly, and he kept touching the emerald green wrenches on his thumb.

"Along, how are you preparing?"

A Long, an eagle-eyed man, didn't have too much expression, and he couldn't even see whether his mood was sad or happy on his face. He just bowed his hand and said to Zheng Jiang, "Sir, don't worry."

"Hey, today is related to our survival. Don't be careless." Zheng Jiang sighed and then told him, "I'm always uneasy and have an ominous feeling."

"Kka." The jade wrench finger on Zheng Jiang's thumb was broken. Just as he was talking, his waved arm hit the stone table next to him. The broken jade piece scratched his finger, and the blood gradually flowed out of the wound. He squinted at the blood gradually flowing from his hand and muttered to himself, "When the knife comes out of its sheath, you will see blood. Either you die or I will die."

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As the key object of this invitation, Lord Pan Fengpan, is eating bean jelly heartlessly at this time. Zhang Baiqi touched the back of his head with a blank look.

"Lord, aren't we going to have a banquet? This is the third bowl.

Pan Feng wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth and wiped all over her sleeves.

"Boss, give me a bowl."

Zhang Baiqi's face was covered with black lines. When the boss brought bean jelly, he quickly turned his head and pretended not to know Pan Feng. Zhang Baiqi can't be blamed. Pan Feng's appearance is so shameful that even he can't stand his roughness.

"Master, can we eat slowly? You look..." Zhang Baiqi hesitated for a moment and said, "Tian Junshi often tells me that you should learn to be more decisate."

"Hm?" Zhang Baiqi's words attracted Pan Feng to look at him sideways. Pan Feng patted Zhang Baiqi's shoulder twice with a greasy big hand, and two greasy big marks suddenly added to his gray robe shoulder.

"You're good for riding! Have you learned to beat around the bush? Pan Feng praised with a smile, "My heart has grown a lot, but I don't know how much you have learned from the real ability to lead troops to war." As soon as her eyes turned, Pan Feng's normal smile was full of treachery. I saw him say, "Bai Qi, in this way, you recite Sun Zi's Art of War to me. If not, you hum. If you don't recite it completely, or you can't recite it. When we go back, you copy it a hundred times."

"Ah!" Zhang Baiqi's face suddenly fell down, as if he had just returned from the funeral. He said with a sad face, "Lord, you can't be so inhumane. Lord, where is the principle? Lord..."

Pan Feng was secretly proud, and he smiled at Zhang Baiqi's reaction. I feel very happy. A rude martial artist also wants to talk about civilization with him. If he doesn't punish him, that's the reason is gone. But soon his excitement was gone.

Isn't it bullshit to recite the full text of Sun Tzu's Art of War for such a martial artist who doesn't know many big words? Zhang Baiqi cried so much that his nose and tears came down. Maybe he was too sad and shook his head. A few drops of something like a runny nose were thrown into the jelly in the bowl.

Pan Feng, who ate bean jelly with relish, almost didn't spit it out, but it was not over yet. Zhang Baiqi's dirty right hand 'attacked' Pan Feng again.

"Bai, Bai Qi, do we have something to say?" As she said, Pan Feng retreated for fear that the big hands would touch her body.

"Oh."

Zhang Bai rode in tears.

"Lord, I only have such a decent dress. Now in the battle between the south and the north, it's not easy to get decent clothes. If Tian Junshi hadn't said that I would have dressed decently at the banquet, I wouldn't have been willing to wear this dress. After choking a few times, he stared at the oily place on his shoulder and said aggrievedly, "I don't know if it can be washed out."

Pan Feng was speechless. It turned out that this guy was not because he recited Sun Zi's Art of War, but because he was distressed about this dress.

"Well, Baiqi, can I buy you one when I get back? Didn't the military division tell you that this was a Hongmen banquet?

"What? What banquet?" Zhang Bai scratched his head with his left hand, looking puzzled.

In an instant, Pan Feng was defeated. This guy is too powerful! Don't you even know the Hongmen banquet? With the impulse to beat him twice, Pan Feng continued to say, "Bai Qi, you don't even know about the Hongmen banquet? You didn't mean to make me happy, did you?

"Hongmen Banquet?" Zhang Baiqi frowned, and his eyes were also dripping, thinking hard. At this time, he suddenly recalled the last time his father-in-law and Zheng Jiang took a big move in front of Zheng's house. He still vaguely remembered that the door of Zheng's house seemed to be red. Thinking of this, he felt as if he had grasped the key to the matter, so he smiled honestly.

"Lord, I know what the 'Red Gate Banquet' is." Zhang Bai said with his eyebrows.

I usually think about them, and they are like learned people for advice. In the clouds, these guys feel very deep and envious. And this is the first time he has figured out his doubts. Can he not be excited, just like a turned-up serfs singing?

This guy was really cute, and Pan Feng had no choice but to sigh.

When he saw the master sigh, Zhang Baiqi was excited in an instant. He thought Pan Feng didn't believe what he said. So he quickly replied, "Lord, don't you believe that the door of Zheng Jiang's house is red? So this banquet is called the 'Red Gate Banquet', right?

"Well." However, Zhang Baiqi looked at the big bull's eye because he was excited, and it didn't seem to lie to himself. Doesn't this guy really know what Hongmen Banquet is?

Thinking of this, Pan Feng couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

"Hahaha, ha ha."

I don't know why his master laughed like this after listening to his words. Although he didn't understand, he scratched the back of his head and laughed.

Pan Feng stretched out her hand to pat Zhang Baiqi, but Zhang Baiqi seemed to have a psychological shadow on his greasy big hand and hurriedly escaped Pan Feng's fatal blow to avoid Pan Feng's fatal attack on his only 'dete's clothes that he could wear out.

However, Pan Feng didn't care. He picked up the towel beside him and wiped his hands. He suppressed his smile and said to Zhang Baiqi, "Bai Qi, you can't tell others about your explanation of the Hongmen banquet in the future." Thinking of Zhang Baiqi just now, Pan Feng couldn't help laughing. Therefore, he endured very hard and his whole face kept twitching.

Because there were no napkins in ancient times, ordinary big hotels are equivalent to the restaurants of five-star hotels now. They usually put silk on the table and cut them into square pieces to wipe their hands and mouths for guests. But today's bean jelly is a small restaurant, which is not much better than a stall, so there is no such good treatment. Put a towel on the table and wash it after guests use it, which is economical and environmentally friendly. It seems that the ancients can do better than modern people in emphasizing low-carbon life!

After wiping his hand, Pan Feng patted Zhang Baiqi.

"Let's go to the banquet. By the way, I'm telling you about what Hongmen Banquet is. It is said that when Chu and Han competed for hegemony, Xiang Yu, the hegemony of Western Chu, invited our Han Gaozu to have dinner in Hongmen outside Xianyang..."

Pan Feng and Zhang Baiqi, talking and laughing, accompanied Meng Meng Xiaoxue, came to Zheng Jiang's mansion. Zhang Bai rode carrying Pan Feng's pear blossom axe, with an excited look on his face.

"Since it's so dangerous, the lord still came to the banquet. Or let's go back."

Although Pan Feng looked relaxed, in fact, he was also very nervous. He smiled bitterly and said, "I can't think of it, but there are some things that can't be shirked. As the head of a county, I can't do things on my own will, hey!"

"The lord is the governor of Hanzhong, and Yongcheng Mian County is under the rule of the lord. Who can stop what the lord wants to do?" Zhang Baiqi touched his head and obviously couldn't understand Pan Feng's words. "Lord, this last general really doesn't understand."

"Haha." Pan Feng smiled and said, "There are some things you don't need to understand. You understand everything. How can I be your master? Let's go!"

Zhang Baiqi looked at Pan Feng with a relaxed look. Although he could not understand why the lord went to the banquet, he could feel that the lord was not as relaxed as he appeared. His eyes became resolute and he said firmly, "Master, don't worry, no matter what happens, he will definitely protect the Lord to the death."

Looking at the blurred figure from afar, Zheng Jiang's gloomy face gradually faded away, and his hypocritical smile gradually covered his face.

A Long, an eagle-eyed man, obviously doesn't have such a deep city. He slowly holds the dagger at his waist, and his knuckles are 'squeaky'.

"Pan Feng dares to come alone. She looks down on us so much."

Zheng Jiang took A Long's hand and slowly pushed back the dagger that had come out of its sheath.

"This is not better, saving me too much effort." At this time, the smile on his face became stronger, but the cold killing in his eyes could not be concealed.

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