The girls and boys of the officials' families were indeed versatile, but Wan Guojun did not care whether their skills were superb or not, and whether they could really please the guests and liven things up with wine. He just wanted to use these people to show off to Yang Fan, so he did not even allow the use of musicians. From music to dance to singing, everything had to be done by the boys and girls themselves.
The eight men and eight women discussed for a while and began to divide the work. Some played the zither, some played the zither, some played the flute, and some plucked the strings. The songs they played were actually quite good. Two of the others sang a song, while the rest performed a song called Hu Xuan.
Usually, Hu Xuan was performed by two people, but this time, there were six people dancing, in pairs of two. Each team consisted of one man and one woman. Their dancing skills might be different, but they were equally serious when they danced.
However, the girls' dance movements were lively and agile, and the boys inevitably paled in comparison. This was not because their dancing skills were not as good as these girls, but because they had not been subjected to castration for too long. Their wounds had just healed, and it was still somewhat inconvenient for them to move.
These boys and girls danced so hard, of course, not because they really wanted to entertain the guests, but because they were forced by Wan Guojun's despotic power. Their hearts were full of fear, fearing that if they did not do well, they would be tortured by him later. Therefore, the children played, danced, and sang with all their might, but the whole hall was silent, as if no one was watching.
They were all children of official families. Many of the officials present were very familiar with their fathers. Some of them had close relationships with them in the past and had even visited their homes. These children were called uncles and uncles by the children.
Now, not only had they become servants, but all the boys had been castrated and became useless. No one had a heart of stone, so how could these officials be in a good mood? How could they applaud and cheer? It was already a great restraint that they did not shed tears.
At first, Wan Guojun only cared about enjoying Yang Fan's increasingly gloomy face, and his heart was incomparably happy. When he had enjoyed enough, he noticed how oppressive the atmosphere in the whole hall was. Wan Guojun frowned, and began to applaud loudly, loudly cheering, and presumptuously laughing.
At first, there was no response from the officials, but when Wan Guojun, with a gentle smile, swept his two extremely cold eyes across their faces, the officials finally braced themselves and echoed:
"Sure! Sure! "
"Rainbow!"
"Good song, good dance, good playing! Haha, hahaha … hehe … "
The smiles on the officials' faces were uglier than crying, and the laughter they let out was very different from usual. Perhaps because they were too nervous, their laughter and shouts were somewhat out of tune, sounding like they were wailing. But Wan Guojun really laughed. He laughed very happily.
"Hahahaha …"
The more Wan Guojun laughed, the happier he became. He rocked back and forth, almost unable to sit still.
Of course, there was nothing funny about the singing and dancing of the young girls and boys. They were not performing a comedy. Wan Guojun was laughing at Yang Fan's gloomy face and the officials' laughter, which was worse than crying.
Wan Guojun laughed so hard that he picked up his sleeve and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"This is the moment!"
Feng Yuan kept dancing, enduring the faint pain in his crotch. His eyes never left Wan Guojun's figure. When Wan Guojun lowered his head to wipe his tears, Feng Yuanyi suddenly let go of the girl who was dancing with him and jumped toward Wan Guojun.
His hand was tightly gripping his only weapon: the stone knife.
They had been inspected before entering the reception hall, but they had already been carefully searched when they were taken as official slaves. Since then, they had been locked up in the West Crossing Courtyard. Everyone behaved very well, so when they were brought into the banquet hall, the inspection was not so detailed.
Although it was called a stone knife, it was just a flat hard stone. The front end was sharpened into the shape of a sharp weapon. Before entering the banquet hall, Feng Yuanyi had put it flat in his shoes and took it out when he needed to tidy up his shoes for the performance. Thus, he was able to fool the inspection.
Although Feng Yuanyi was only ten years old, he had the strong physique of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old. His face was red, and his eyes were filled with tears and anger. He gripped the stone knife tightly in his hand and roared, "I'm going to kill you!"
Wan Guojun laughed so hard that he was crying. He was lifting his sleeve to wipe the corners of his eyes when he suddenly heard the commotion. He looked up and saw a young man who was like a fierce tiger out of its cage, roaring and pouncing toward him. He was shocked.
Wan Guojun didn't know any martial arts. Now that he was so close to him, it would be difficult for him to dodge. This was a banquet hall, so it was impossible for him to arrange two guards behind him. Now that he could only watch helplessly as the youth approached him, he actually had no way to stop him.
Li Qianli was frightened out of his wits. He was in charge of the defense of this place. If Wan Guojun was killed here, he would not be able to escape responsibility. Li Qianli raised his hand and lifted the tables in front of him, smashing them toward Feng Yuanyi. He then jumped up like a tiger, ready to pounce.
At the same time, the guards who were alarmed also drew their knives and pounced.
"Bang!"
The tables hit Feng Yuanyi's body, sending him flying. He rolled a few times on the ground. When he stood up again, half his body was numb and the stone knife in his hand was broken. The guards who were about to pounce on Feng Yuanyi saw him crash into the crowd of guests and hurriedly turned around and pounced on him again.
In this split second, something strange happened again. A few more guards suddenly rushed into the hall. They were holding steel knives and chopping, but they were killing Wan Guojun's men. Wan Guojun's guards cried out in alarm. Someone shouted, "Are you crazy? Why are you killing your own people?"
Another person shouted, "It's a spy! They are assassins! Not one of us! "
At this moment, an imperial bodyguard who had rushed forward to grab Feng Yuanyi was knocked down by a guest who had tripped and flew into Feng Yuanyi, causing the dazed Feng Yuanyi to stagger back five or six steps. Seeing this, one of the spies immediately rolled on the ground and threw himself in front of Feng Yuanyi. He grabbed Feng Yuanyi and rolled back on the ground. Under the cover of his companions, he jumped up and ran away.
Wan Guojun's guards chased after him with sharp knives in their hands. When Wan Guojun came to his senses, he saw that the hall was a mess. The assassins had already disappeared.
This was what Wan Guojun saw in his flustered state. If the scene just now was played ten times slower and replayed a few times, Wan Guojun might be able to clearly see what exactly happened in the hall just now.
Feng Yuanyi held a stone knife in one hand and pounced on Wan Guojun! He had been prepared to die, so he had never thought of escaping. He had used all his strength to pounce on Feng Yuanyi. His weapon was the stone knife in his hand, as well as his body. Like a moth flying into a flame, there was no turning back!
Wan Guojun raised his head. He had not put down his sleeves. He had wiped away the tears in his left eye, but there were still tears in the corner of his right eye. His face was frozen in shock.
Feng Yuanyi's hand that was holding the stone knife pointed forward with all his might. It was less than half a foot away from Wan Guojun's throat …
Li Qianli flipped over a few tables and jumped up.
Yang Fan, who was sitting next to Wan Guojun, raised his eyebrows. The wine cup in his hand flew out and hit the tip of Li Qianli's foot. Li Qianli seemed to have bumped into something when he jumped up. Before he knew what had happened, he rolled on the ground in pain, and the wine cup broke into pieces.
Yang Fan seemed to have just noticed the assassins. He suddenly lifted the table, and all the cups and plates on the table fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The broken wine glass was naturally mixed in with the broken cups and saucers.
Feng Yuanyi was hit by a few tables and fell into the crowd of guests.
The guests were scared out of their wits. They were so scared that they ran around in circles.
If Wan Guojun could see their behavior at this moment, he would definitely be angered to death. How could these officials and leaders be so cowardly? There was no lack of valiant generals and warriors among them. They would not even bat an eyelid in the face of an army of ten thousand. How could they be scared out of their wits by an assassination attempt?
As they ran around in circles like headless flies, they coincidentally blocked the guards who were pouncing on Feng Yuanyi with their steel knives. As a result, Feng Yuanyi, who was standing there in a daze with the broken stone knife in his hand, was not immediately chopped into meat paste by the crazy guards who were pouncing on him.
At this time, the guards who were patrolling outside the hall saw the sudden change in the hall and immediately drew their swords and rushed in. Because at this time, the surrounding guards all drew their swords and rushed into the hall, everyone treated them as accomplices and thought that they had the same goal as them, to rescue the imperial envoy, so no one stopped them.
Who would have thought that when they rushed into the hall, they would immediately start killing the guards in front of them. The guards were both shocked and angry. For a moment, it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.
After flipping over the table, Yang Fan suddenly stood up. He was originally going to charge at Feng Yuanyi, but when he saw a group of guards who were not guards suddenly rushing in and wildly brandishing their knives, his feet immediately paused. It was only a pause. Even if his movements were a little slower, Wan Guojun would not be able to clearly see or understand what was going on.
Yang Fan's body only paused for a moment. A fat-headed and big-eared leader beside him suddenly screamed and bounced out like a ball.
Staining Clothes Eighteen Falls, Forty-Eight Trembles, Absolute Ecstasy!
The fat-ball-like leader flew out with his back facing up and crashed into the back of a guard who was holding a steel knife and was about to chop down on Feng Yuanyi. The guard responded and pounced forward, crashing into Feng Yuanyi's body. After his failed assassination attempt, Feng Yuanyi was momentarily at a loss and could only stand there in a daze. The collision sent Feng Yuanyi tumbling back five or six steps, bringing him closer to the 'guards' who had barged into the hall to kill the guards.
Next, a nimble fake guard dragged Feng Yuanyi away. The other guards followed closely behind, one fleeing and one chasing, disappearing without a trace.
Then... the groaning Li Qianli crawled up from the ground and looked around blankly. The fleeing officials and headmen stopped in their tracks in fright. The young girls and children who had been crouching on the ground with their hands over their heads slowly stood up, cowering in fear...
Wan Guojun blinked his eyes. His Primordial Spirit, which had been scared away, finally returned to his body. All he saw was the mess in the hall...
"Damn it! How dare you! How dare you assassinate the imperial envoy! I want to hack him into a thousand pieces and dismember him into ten thousand pieces! "
Wan Guojun finally came to his senses. He angrily slammed the table, causing the cups and plates on the table to clatter noisily.
Just as the silver wine jug was about to fall from Wan Guojun's slap, Yang Fan reached out and caught it. He raised his little finger and used his thumb and forefinger to pinch the handle of the jug and bring it to his mouth. He took a sip of wine in a very refined manner and said to Wan Guojun with a faint smile, "Deputy Minister Wan, this welcome banquet is really unique!"
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