Intentionally avoiding unhappy things, Yue Ziqing briefly learned about Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu's life during this period. It was midnight for this chat.

When Wen Yao came to his senses, he realized that Bei Minglin had fallen asleep on the stool next to him at some point.

Wen Yao shouted: "Dongliu, what should he do?"

Yue Ziqing looked at Bei Minglin: "No matter what, my mother really owes him a lot. It's okay for him to resent me. There are still free rooms in this yard. Please place him in the moment."

Wen Yao had no objection to the sudden extra person, so he asked Ping'er and the others to arrange it. Then the two of them found a room here to live.

The next morning, the west courtyard was already lively, and many maids rushed in. Some maids standing outside the door lined up at the door of Mrs. Qing's room waiting.

"Madam Qing, the time is coming soon. The head of the family lets me and others dress up for you."

There was no movement inside, but the room next to him was pushed away. Wen Yao walked out and shouted to the people with a gloomy face: "Stop talking nonsense, don't go."

The nanny was stunned and smiled when she saw Wen Yao, "Mrs. The people who came today, even the heads of several major families, are there. No matter what, they have to give the heads a face!"

The front door slowly opened, and Yue Ziqing walked out with a calm expression and graceful manner.

She raised her chin gently, pressed her hand to Wen Yao and signaled: "If I say no, he will definitely come to invite him in person later. The goal he wants to achieve has never failed."

This sentence means something, Yue Ziqing changed into extremely luxurious clothes with expressionless face and went out with dozens of maids and nannies.

Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu immediately followed and came to the banquet hall in the center of the North Underworld. This place was empty, and even if thousands of people were left, they would not feel crowded.

On both sides of the hall were seated with exquisite and extraordinary people. The faces of these people exuded a high aura, making people realize that each one was not simple.

Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu hid among the people passing by. The people entering the banquet hall were all of extraordinary people. They needed the license of the head of the family to enter.

The servants in the mansion were not familiar with the two, so when they arrived at the door, someone stepped forward to stop them.

"Idle people are not allowed to enter."

Yue Ziqing stopped and her face became a little more gloomy: "You can stop the young head of the family?"

She had no expression on her face, only her strong majesty. When she heard this, the servant immediately took a step back and said nervously: "The subordinate is aware of his crime."

Mo Dongliu frowned slightly, obviously not very fond of this name, but now he doesn't want to waste more time, so he can only remain silent.

He led Wen Yao to find a seat in the hall. Although this place is not conspicuous, it also attracted many curious eyes.

After all, those who can come in are all famous people, while Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu are too young.

Bei Minglie sat in the main seat, not surprised by Mo Dongliu's arrival. He smiled and walked down, holding Yue Ziqing and sat next to him.

"Thank you all for taking the time to attend the wedding banquet of my Beiming family. This is my wife, the daughter of Yue's family, and Yue Ziqing."

He stood in front of everyone, and clearly introduced Yue Ziqing's identity. Hearing this, Yue Ziqing's face became even more ugly. She lowered her eyes and fell on a figure who was getting off the seat. However, the figure did not

Leave a little look for her.

Everyone looked at the old man and stood up to congratulate: "Old Yue, I didn't expect that such a daughter would be born in your family. It would be a great blessing to marry the head of the Beiming family."

In addition to the heads of the family inside the door, there are countless figures outside the door. The status of these people is obviously not as good as those inside, and thousands of people gathered in the dispersed seats.

The man who was called Mr. Yue showed a wry smile on his face: "Where is it, thanks to the love of the head of the Beiming family, it is a blessing for the Yue family to be able to get this husband."

Wen Yao looked at Mo Dongliu in confusion: "Prince, is that your grandfather?"

Mo Dongliu did not wink the man, lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "No."

"oh."

Wen Yao vaguely noticed a little anger in Mo Dongliu's tone, but she really didn't expect that the man around her was actually related to two major families.

His identity and status are far beyond ordinary people, but he does not seem to have the golden spoon in his mouth.

With one hand, he held his chin and looked at the hypocritical smile on those people's faces, Wen Yao was bored: "You said, the head of the Yue family is also one of the dignified families, why should he be so respectful to the Beiming family? And so

For many years, the Yue family obviously ignored you, mother and son. Now that they are looking for benefits, it is also disgusting."

Mo Dongliu pinched the teacup in his hand.

He looked sideways and rubbed Wen Yao's head with his hands: "Didn't you guessed it all?"

It is indeed quite easy to analyze, but Wen Yao did not expect that the seven major families on the surface would be so respectful to the Beiming family. After she came here, she did not see the Beiming family.

What's powerful.

Mo Dongliu opened his thin lips lightly, "Did you see the long sword guards who besieged us yesterday?"

Wen Yao nodded: "What's special about them?"

"It is said that the Beiming family has a secret technique that can train a group of killers who surpass the innate warriors in a very short time. These people have extremely short lives, probably only one year, and they do something shameful.

"

Wen Yao was stunned: "Innate warrior?"

Even Liu Tingjiang Wei and the other two generals were just the peak of acquired nature. Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu were able to enter the innate realm by chance. However, at this time, Mo Dongliu told her the subordinates of the Beiming family to follow.

Anyone who comes out casually is such a master.

"These people were also become dead soldiers of the Beiming Palace. They killed people like a scattered person, regardless of life and death, and were called monsters."

Mo Dongliu obviously knew some of these, and also knew how terrifying the man who stood at the top and spoke like a human being was.

Wen Yao's heart tightened: "Then will our idea of ​​taking my mother away from here be ruined?"

Mo Dongliu lowered his eyes: "Watch one step and watch one, he dare not fight us head-on."

He glanced at Wen Yao beside him, and when he saw Wen Yao's eyes were frowning, he suddenly laughed: "You girl, do you really think that you are the one who is pure and has no backer? The reason why Beiming is

Lie is so polite to you, isn’t it because you are the lord of the Northern Song Dynasty and the Western Xia?"

No matter how powerful the Beiming family is, it is just a small family, but what about Wen Yao?

Now, with the order of hundreds of thousands of troops in her hands, she will let her control it. If she really wants to fight to the death, who in the world will not be moved and not be afraid?

Wen Yao didn't feel much when he heard this. The identity of the Queen of Xixia was too unreal no matter how she thought about it.

After all, the old emperor gave everything to her too suddenly, and she had not had time to experience the taste of it.

What's more, whether in the previous life or this life, Wen Yao was used to being alone and didn't like to stand in front of everyone to give advice.

Moreover, there were people who helped her out for advice in the past, and she only had to implement it seriously.

My thoughts couldn't help but float away a little. Wen Yao thought of someone, and his heart was slightly sour.

I don't know what happened to everyone else.

The banquet there was very harmonious, except that Yue Ziqing's face was cold and she didn't like to talk much.

At this moment, Bei Minglie suddenly spoke.

"Today is a happy event for the Beiming family. It happens that all the heads of the family are here, so I have something I want to say."

When he spoke, all the heads of the family raised their heads, and the head of Yue still had a complimentary smile on his face, and he whispered: "I don't know what the head of the Beiming family said?"

Bei Minglie raised his eyebrows, with an unknown smile on his face: "The seven major families decades ago were frightened by the royal family. However, now, the people in the aristocratic families are separated from all over the world and are hard to see for many years.

It also makes those small countries not take the people of my aristocratic family seriously, and no matter their majesty or reputation, they are not as good as before."

Everyone looked at each other.

"What do you think?"

Someone bowed his hand and stepped forward to ask his doubts. Bei Minglie said these words, which were definitely not just casual words, but must have a purpose.

Bei Minglie's smile became stronger and stronger: "Of course, people from our aristocratic family can join forces to make the Tianheng Dynasty give in to three points."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked.

The Tianheng Dynasty, the largest country in the Eastern Region, the Northern Song Dynasty and the Western Xia, are probably not even more than one or two of the other's land.

It takes only seven or eight days to cross the Western Xia, but it will take at least several months to cross the Tianheng Dynasty.

Everyone below looked a little ugly, and someone swallowed, saying, "Head of Beiming, if you are heard by the royal family..."

Bei Minglie raised his eyebrows lightly: "Since I have said this today, I will naturally not be afraid of you spreading it. If you agree, then we will still want to see you in the future. If you don't agree..."

With a wave of his hand, countless guards and archers appeared around, including on the walls.

Many people holding long swords quietly entered the crowd, controlled the exits, and sealed all directions that could leave.

"Bei Minglie, what are you doing?"

With a loud shout, several heads of the family not far away stood up together, with a gloomy face.

The man in his forties was about forty years old. Judging from his clothes, he was the head of the Shangguan family.

Shangguan family respected martial arts, and this person carried weapons with him. Seeing this situation, he took the soft sword wrapped around his waist in his hand, and his vast aura surged out, which was obviously against Bei Minglie.

He was completely dissatisfied with his behavior.

The heads of the family standing beside him had pale faces and hesitated for a moment.

The only young man who kept his head down and his inconspicuous appearance hid in the corner, wearing a cloak, Wen Yao never noticed it.
Chapter completed!