Two days later, in a five-star hotel in Xinjiekou, Nanjing, on the twelfth floor, there was a long banner outside the Wutong Hall. On the long banner was a photo of a child carved in powder and jade, smiling sweetly.
There is a line of words written under the photo.
?Mr. Tang Xinhe, Ms. Shen Jia, Linzi Full Moon Banquet respectfully invites all guests to enter.
The furnishings in the Indus Hall are very childlike at this time, all in warm colors, as well as various cartoons and dolls. Photos and videos of a family of three are played in a loop on the big screen, which is very festive.
In today's society, holding a full moon wine for children may be more grand than getting married. The ostentation is not ordinary. In the past, the full moon wine was actually just setting up a few tables and inviting relatives and friends to come and get together. Just collect some gift money and so on. The current Full Moon Wine Leng is in the state of a party. The master of ceremonies hosts, the scene is arranged, the music and lighting cooperate with each other, and all kinds of links are available. It is a matter of eating a meal, but it can be tossed for two or three hours.
Both Tang Xinhe and Shen Jia had a wide network of contacts. After the birth of the only son of the Tang family, it was natural that things should be arranged in a big way. More than 60 tables were set up by the people invited.
At six o'clock in the evening, people began to enter the Wutong Hall of the five-star hotel one after another. Half an hour later, almost every table was seated. Tang Xinhe and Shen Jia had been waiting for the guests at the door.
In the corner of the banquet hall, Xiang Que and Zhang Huaiqing sat together, neither of them spoke, just watching the scene in silence.
At 6:40, most of the people who were supposed to come had already arrived. Shen Jia and Tang Xinhe walked in from the door, got on the stage and began to chat with the host in a low voice.
At 6:50, in the parking lot below the hotel, a convoy drove in. The license plates were all Lu plates. After the convoy came to a complete stop, the driver of the front car came out and opened the back door.
"Mr. Kong Da, please"
Deacon Kong stepped out of the car, and then the other doors opened one by one. Among them were Kong Dejing and Kong Deru brothers and sisters. The group entered the hotel lobby and went straight to the twelfth floor.
At seven o'clock, the full moon wine officially started, and the host started the first session on stage, which was to welcome guests from all over the world. At this time, a rather eye-catching team appeared at the door, led by Mr. The Fuzi stepped into the venue, then gestured respectfully to Tang Xin and his wife on the stage, then found two tables and sat down casually.
Tang Xinhe and Shen Jia looked at each other with helplessness and sullenness in their eyes. Once they came, the full moon feast would never stop.
The Confucian Mansion team and Xiang Que, Zhang Huaiqing and the others were not far apart, only about four meters apart. After the Confucian Mansion people sat down, they glanced at Xiang Que. Deacon Kong just glanced at him lightly. Turning her head at a glance, Kong Dejing glared and her pretty face was tense, Kong Deru squinted her eyes and gritted her teeth with a sullen face.
"Shua" Xiang Que raised his hand, and raised his middle finger there in a very rogue manner.
"This bastard is too arrogant." Kong Dejing gritted her teeth, and Kong Deru patted her lightly and said, "It's all about being quick with your tongue. Let him be frightened first, and he will feel uncomfortable later."
Xiang Que bared his teeth and smiled: "Before I hit you, I'll make you sick first. It's not for anything else. I'm happy if you're unhappy. Although you don't hurt or itch, as long as you're disgusting, I'm satisfied. "
Confucianism is good at the way of Confucianism, and it convinces people with virtue. It is quite helpless to meet Xiang Que, a rascal and ruffian.
One third of the full moon banquet passed, Shen Jia came out from behind with the child in her arms, and then walked off the stage to shuttle back and forth among relatives and friends, allowing the child to meet everyone.
All the people in Confucian Mansion stood up in unison. Just because of such a little guy, their Confucian Mansion hadn't been so mobilized for a long time, and it was even more likely that they would have to confront people again.
Mr. Kong Da stretched out his hands and asked, "Ms. Shen, can the child give me a hug?"
Shen Jia hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the child in her arms.
After Mr. Kong Da took the child, he put his left arm around his body and grabbed the child's wrist with his right hand in front of him.
After a while, Mr. Kong Da let out a long breath, and then handed the child back.
After Shen Jia left, Kong Dejing asked softly: "Deacon, this child"
"The way of heaven and luck is here, it really is the way of great luck, and the source of blessing is profound." Mr. Kong Da said with emotion: "In this world, Confucius and Mencius are no longer popular, and the number of people who worship Confucius is becoming less and less. I don't know how many years there will be." In the past, the sage's family has lost its glory, this child is an opportunity for us, we must fight for it."
Kong Dejing glanced at Xiang Que and said, "He?They must be inevitable too? "
"That's natural. We were lucky because we didn't know the Tang family well beforehand, so the people from the Zhongjing mansion took the lead and won their favor. Moreover, the person surnamed Xiang has a very good relationship with the Tang family. It helped them a lot.¡±
Kong Deru said angrily: "It's just a shit stick"
"Dejing, go fight for it again," Mr. Kong Da said softly.
Kong Dejing gritted her teeth and said, "Deacon, do we care about that kid?"
"It is naturally the best to be able to fight without bloodshed. When two tigers fight, there will be a wound. If we can avoid it, we can avoid it. If we really can't win, then we can only forget about etiquette and benevolence."
Kong Dejing got up and walked towards Xiang Que.
"Hello, Ms. Kong," Xiang Que greeted with a smirk.
Kong Dejing glanced at him, and ignored him at all, but took the initiative to salute Zhang Huaiqing and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are polite."
"The Confucian family is really talented. Miss Kong is known as a model of Confucianism and Taoism at such an age. It is really a good fortune."
Kong Dejing said with a faint smile: "Mr. Zhang, you are too proud."
Putting aside the current rivalry, the Confucian mansion and the Zhongjing mansion are both the courts of saints. The two sides are considered to be the only remaining saints in the world today, and one advocates Confucianism and the other practices the way of helping the world. There is really no conflict .
If it weren't for a reincarnated Cao Qingdao, the two of them could have made friends if they met, but now they are hostile because they want to compete for Cao Qingdao, which is bloody enough.
Kong Dejing opened the chair and sat down, then said again: "Mr. Zhang, are you sure that you are bound to win the empress of the Tang family?"
"each other, each other"
Kong Dejing bit her lip and said softly: "What if our Confucius Mansionwant to marry your Zhongjing Mansion?"
"Shua" Xiang Que and Zhang Huaiqing were stunned at the same time, they really didn't expect Kong Dejing to throw out such a bait.
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