Chapter 10 Master Ye Xuan

Wang Bingyan looked malicious, and it was obvious that she wanted to bring Su Chen to the banquet inside to embarrass Jiang Tingyi. You know, the people who came to attend the welcoming banquet for Master Ye Xuan today were all the young generation of Qinghe City, and Su Chen was just an abandoned disciple who was expelled by Zhengyi Sect for stealing. Such a person is Jiang Tingyi's cousin. If it gets out, Jiang Tingyi will definitely lose face in the circle of the younger generation in Qinghe City.

"Su Chen, don't go in. Wait outside." Jiang Tingyi's snow-white forehead oozed fine beads of sweat, and she tried her best to stop Su Chen from entering the human-shaped private room to embarrass her.

Wang Bingyan said loudly: "Oh, Tingyi, why are you so unkind? After all, he is your cousin. How can you not let him sit at the table?"

Su Chen frowned. He didn't expect to meet Jiang Tingyi in Zuixianju, and he didn't expect that the other party completely misunderstood the reason why he appeared in Zuixianju, and thought he followed him secretly.

However, Su Chen was too lazy to explain at this moment, and looked at the two women quietly: "Anything else? Nothing else, I'm going upstairs."

"Upstairs?" Wang Bingyan was stunned at first, then covered her mouth and laughed, "You said you were going upstairs?"

"Do you know what upstairs is? But it's the Dizi private room and the Tianzi private room. Are you going to eat in the Dizi private room or the Tianzi private room? Jiang Tingyi, your cousin is really interesting. He doesn't even think about bragging. Hehe..." Wang Bingyan laughed so hard that her body shook.

Jiang Tingyi's face was livid, and she scolded Su Chen hundreds of times in her heart. Su Chen really embarrassed her. He was bragging here shamelessly. You should know that the second floor of Zuixianju is the Dizi private room, and the third floor is the Tianzi private room. Only people above the level of a few family heads are qualified to book it. How can Su Chen, an ordinary junior, be qualified to get involved?

But now that things have come to this, Jiang Tingyi can't just watch Su Chen being laughed at by Wang Bingyan.

She suppressed her anger and walked to Su Chen, saying coldly: "Since you are here, let's go in!"

As she said that, Jiang Tingyi grabbed Su Chen's sleeve and dragged him into the herringbone private room.

Wang Bingyan was stunned for a moment. She thought that Jiang Tingyi would definitely not let Su Chen attend the banquet for the sake of her face, but she didn't expect Jiang Tingyi to let Su Chen in.

However, it would be better to go in. With such a cousin who is not presentable, and Wang Bingyan's side to add fuel to the fire, Jiang Tingyi will definitely lose face today.

Su Chen did not expect Jiang Tingyi to take the initiative and force him into the herringbone private room. Looking up, there were more than a dozen young men and women around the table in the private room, all dressed in luxurious clothes, chatting and laughing.

At a glance, Su Chen sneered in his heart. It was really a coincidence that this small banquet table actually had many "old acquaintances" from the previous life.

Everyone at the banquet looked over at once when they saw Jiang Tingyi pulling Su Chen in.

Wang Bingyan followed in and deliberately said loudly: "Let me introduce a new friend to everyone. This is Jiang Tingyi's cousin, Su Chen!"

"Su Chen? Is he the disciple who failed to steal the elixir of the sect elders and was driven out of Zhengyi Sect, so he had to come to Qinghe City to seek refuge with his relatives?" A young man in gorgeous clothes said in surprise.

"Tingyi, so this kind of person is your cousin?"

Everyone laughed for a while, and everyone teased Su Chen.

Jiang Tingyi's face flushed red, and she was more embarrassed than ever in her life. She knew that letting Su Chen enter the banquet would make her laugh. However, if she really let Su Chen stand outside in the situation just now, she felt reluctant. After all, he was her cousin.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tingyi glanced at Su Chen fiercely, and cursed this unpromising cousin in his heart a hundred and eighty times.

However, Su Chen ignored Jiang Tingyi's expression. It was not his own decision to come to this private room. He was still waiting to go to the private room of Tianzi for a banquet. As a result, Jiang Tingyi dragged him in. Who could he blame?

Wang Bingyan saw everything and laughed secretly in her heart. She deliberately poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Su Chen: "Mr. Su, have a sip of tea. This is the unique snow mountain tea of ​​Zuixianju. You can't drink it outside."

A young man with a face full of arrogance immediately took over the conversation and looked at Su Chen with a mocking look: "Yes, this tea is very valuable. One cup costs a full ten taels of silver! Such tea, a country bumpkin like you has probably never drunk it in your life?"

This was said very bluntly, without any politeness. But after he finished speaking, the young man slapped his forehead in a pretentious manner: "Look at me, I don't mean to look down on Mr. Su, I'm just talking about the facts, don't blame me, don't blame me, hahahaha..."

The rest of the people at the table also looked at Su Chen with different eyes. They were all the proud sons of Qinghe City, but Su Chen was just an abandoned disciple of a sect, and he came all the way to Qinghe City to seek refuge with relatives, which was enough to show that his own origin was not noble.

In their eyes, such a person was just a country bumpkin who was made fun of and entertained them.

"I won't drink tea." Su Chen said lightly. He recognized that this arrogant young man was the son of a small family head in Qinghe City, named Zhou Rong.

A trace of coldness flashed across Su Chen's eyes, and he pushed Zhou Rong away and sat down on the nearest chair.

Zhou Rong was stunned, and then his face darkened: "Don't drink? Do you look down on me, Zhou?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense with Zhou Rong's words.

Su Chen was not afraid, and looked at Zhou Rong calmly, without any intention of compromise.

At this time, a gentle voice sounded: "Guests are guests, why should we be on edge? Let's drink some wine and eat some food together. We are all friends."

The voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the noisy private room.

Zhou Rong immediately turned around and bowed to the owner of the voice, looking extremely respectful: "Yes, Brother Ye Xuan!"

Speaking, Zhou Rong immediately sat back in his seat and no longer looked at Su Chen, as if the voice was an imperial decree to him.

Su Chen looked at the owner of the voice, and saw that the owner of the voice was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, with a purple gold jade crown on his head. His angular face was inlaid with handsome and profound facial features, red lips and white teeth, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, like a zhilan jade tree, and there was no imperfection in his body.

Su Chen looked at this perfect-looking young man calmly, his expression seemed extremely calm, but his heart was surging.

This person was an extremely important person in Su Chen's memory of his previous life, the first genius of the young generation in Qinghe City, the idol of all the young people in Qinghe City, and Ye Xuan, who had just returned from Tianyue College in the imperial capital.