Chapter 45: Dancing at Night (4)
Not to mention Zhang Renhui was speechless, Yinyin was the same, of course, not because of these rare treasures delivered to her door, but because of Feng Qinghan's purpose and origin...
——After that——
As soon as the You hour arrived, Feng Qinghan came to the banquet as promised. One thing was that, as far as Feng Yan knew, this was the first time that he was so punctual, but he had guessed it would be so, so he was not too surprised.
"I pay my respects to the Prime Minister and his wife—"
"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Feng, there's no need to be so polite—"
Feng Qinghan was dressed in white, neat and elegant, and with his peerless beauty, when he just arrived at the gate of the [Prime Minister's Mansion], whether it was the gatekeepers or the maids and servants who entered the [Prime Minister's Mansion], they were fascinated by him and fainted. Now it was even more so. After standing close and seeing Feng Qinghan's face, not many people could stay awake. Zhang Ren would not be shaken, and the Prime Minister's wife was the same. As expected, at a certain age, she had already seen the world indifferently. Although beautiful, she would not be affected...
"Mr. Prime Minister, I wonder if the princess is satisfied with the gift I sent earlier?"
"Those girls have something to tell you, sir. They hope you can take back the gifts you sent—"
"Why? Could it be that the princess doesn't like it?"
"No, I like the gifts sent by Mr. Feng..."
"Why?"
"Because all the things that Master Feng sent me are rare and precious, I can't afford them, so I hope you can take them back."
"Since you like it, then keep it. Any rare things are just rumors from outsiders. It would only be a waste if they are left there. It is better to give them to the most suitable person. I remember that when I first came to visit, I said that the princess's dancing posture is worth a fortune. Now I think that description is too vulgar. The princess's dancing posture should be said to be something that can be encountered but not sought after. It is truly extremely rare in the world. How can the things I sent you that can be seen at any time be compared with the princess's? No matter how precious and rare they are, even if they can be passed down for a thousand years, they are not as good as the people who exist in the world now. What do you think, Prime Minister?"
In other words, human life span is limited. Only when one is full of vitality can one create all kinds of good stories that will be passed down to later generations. Treasures are different. Their life span is infinite. The longer they are passed, the more people they hold will change. It is really impossible to measure a person who exists in the world now with these. What Zhang Ren cares about more is Feng Qinghan. Since the first meeting, he seems to take everything very lightly, but he has a great interest in Yinyin's existence. Is he really doing this just to see Yinyin's dance? If measured by value, his contribution is far beyond and even more than that. Of course, price cannot measure a person's soul and heart. Even if he is willing to exchange the world, he can't get the heart of a person who doesn't belong to him.
"Mr. Feng, what you said makes sense. Let's not talk about this matter for now. The banquet is ready. Please start the show..."
"Then please excuse me for disturbing you—"
"No way."
Zhang Ren really had to admire Feng Qinghan. Whether it was the first time he came to pay a visit, the imperial banquet in the palace, or now, he had never seen Feng Qinghan waver. If it were other people, they would be panicked or nervous when they met him or the emperor, but Zhang Ren could not find a similar feeling in Feng Qinghan. His words and actions were extremely calm. Feng Qinghan was just a businessman, and he was only in the Wu Kingdom. How could he remain calm in the face of danger? He was calm and composed? This was really puzzling.
During the following banquet, Zhang Ren still could not find a single sense of disharmony in his conversation with Feng Qinghan. Moreover, Feng Qinghan had been smiling since the moment he came to the [Prime Minister's Mansion]. His attitude was gentle and his conversation was humorous . Zhang Ren wanted to take this opportunity to find out more about Feng Qinghan, but he was led by Feng Qinghan from beginning to end without realizing it. By the time he found out, it was too late...
Around the hour of Xu, a servant came and whispered something in Zhang Ren's ear, and then Zhang Ren left.
"Mr. Feng——"
"What's the matter, Prime Minister ?"
"I'm really sorry to disturb Mr. Feng's pleasure. Actually, I want to thank you in person for giving me the 'Flame Flower' and the gift today. I wonder if you would be willing to do me the honor?"
Feng Qinghan put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "No need to thank me, but if the princess invites me, I will definitely do my best to accept it."
"Then I'll trouble Master Feng to move to Gu Yue Xuan. I'll lead the way for him. Please—"
Zhang Ren stood up to lead the way for Feng Qinghan, and Feng Qinghan also stood up immediately. Feng Yan was about to follow, but Feng Qinghan stopped him. So only Feng Qinghan left the banquet alone with Zhang Ren. Feng Qinghan didn't seem to be surprised or surprised by this sudden arrangement. Instead, he felt like he had expected it?
A slight chilly wind blew along the way. The night wind at this time was still a bit chilly. After going through many turns and passing through the back garden, we arrived at [ Gu Yue Xuan]. When we could only see it from a distance...
"I'll drop you off here. Gu Yue Xuan is just ahead. Please go there alone, Mr. Feng—"
"I understand. Thank you, Prime Minister—"
"please!"
After saying goodbye to Zhang Ren, Feng Qinghan walked towards Gu Yue Xuan alone. The closer he got, the more he could see the whole picture of Gu Yue Xuan. Although Gu Yue Xuan was small, it was elegant and unique, and the workmanship was also very delicate. Following the only light path, Feng Qinghan gradually approached. After getting closer, a dancing figure caught his eye...
