In the past, when Li Wenjun was eating other people's food, he might be suspicious, worried that the other party would harm him and poison him. However, since he found that the green light in the dantian could detoxify in the fake tomb, he had no longer had any worries about this. Even if he ate the poison in his stomach, the green light could detoxify him in a very short time.

Of course, if the emperor really wanted to win him over, he would not foolishly poison the food at this time. The emperor should be very clear about how lethal a cultivator's counterattack before his death was to them ordinary people.

Seeing that Li Wenjun didn't say hello, he started eating. The emperor was stunned at first, then smiled indifferently, picked up the chopsticks, signaled to the surroundings, and said aloud: "All the immortal masters, all my dear friends, come together."

The emperor was used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and he was not hungry at this moment. He just symbolically accompanied Li Wenjun to eat a few bites, then put down his chopsticks. Then, he leaned over and patted Li Wenjun on the arm. When Li Wenjun looked over, the emperor raised his wine glass and said, "Come on, Master Li, Xiao Wang respects you."

Li Wenjun glanced at the emperor, thought for a while, then picked up the wine glass on the table and touched the emperor. "Emperor, I have to say that the first impression you gave me is pretty good."

"Is that true?" the emperor smiled happily, "Xiao Wang hasn't heard anyone praise me like this for a long time."

Many of the civil and military ministers frowned. In their eyes, Li Wenjun was unruly, disrespectful to the emperor, and had a lack of etiquette in front of the king. They wanted to go beyond the crowd and follow Li Wenjun's books.

The consecrated people in the sacrificial court had not looked very good either, but the emperor had never treated them with such a low attitude, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

Li Wenjun held the wine glass with no intention of drinking it. He looked at the emperor and said, "I heard that you can give me anything I want, right?"

The emperor smiled and said, "You are right or wrong. The reason why you say it is wrong is that the throne of Xiao Wang was passed down by the ancestor and the ruler of Taizu. Unless I want to be an unworthy descendant and a king of the country to destroy the country, I can only continue to sit down the dragon throne. In addition, Xiao Wang can promise you, Li Xianshi, and Xiao Wang will give you whatever you want. Even if Li Xianshi, you want to be a king in one word, the little prince can agree."

"Your Majesty, never." Before the emperor finished speaking, one person jumped out of the king, prince, general, and minister. He was about fifty years old, wearing robe sleeves, dignified and solemn. He walked a few steps and then knelt in front of the emperor.

The emperor's face was slightly unhappy, and he said in a deep voice: "Marquis Po Jun, what do you have to say? Let's talk about it later. You go down first. I don't want to listen to you now."

Li Wenjun's face was slightly dark. He leaned against the back of the chair, squinted his eyes, and looked at Po Junhou up and down several times. For some reason, Li Wenjun remembered the gaze that hated him just now. Could it be that this old thing was sent by this old man?

The civil and military officials of the court, including the emperor, were the one Li Wenjun hated the most? First, the third son of Pojun, the grandson of Pojun, robbed his Taizu dictionary through Wu Xuemei's hands. Later, the third son wanted to kill him and replace him with his merits. Then, the second son of Pojun, Liu Zhiyun, went to Wufeng Mountain to chase him. At the exchange meeting, the eldest son of Pojun, sixth brother, opened the fake tomb, which almost made him unable to get out.

Each of these items has a very direct relationship with Po Junhou. Po Junhou’s two sons and one grandson have this kind of virtue. It can be seen that Po Junhou is not a good thing.

Li Wenjun wanted to split Po Junhou in half with one knife, but he wisely resisted the impulse. It was not that Li Wenjun was worried about causing any trouble, nor that he was afraid of the emperor and the sacrificial court, but that he felt that the emperor spoke nicely, but he might not be as good as he said verbally. He wanted to watch the emperor's performance by how the emperor dealt with Po Junhou.

To put it bluntly, Li Wenjun hopes that the emperor can give him a letter of fame, show his attitude and express his determination in front of him.

"Your Majesty, you are entertaining the immortal master with kindness. The old minister dare not object, nor will you object. But if you want to share the country and country left by your ancestors with others, the old minister has to say.

The old minister also knows a little about how Li Xianshi is. This man became famous at a young age, was stubborn and domineering, and did not obey the rules of the king.

He killed Wu Qi, the magistrate of Zhengtang of Sanjiang County, which caused Wu Qi to destroy his family. He disguised himself as a bandit, robbed offerings, killed several yamen servants, and killed several sons of the imperial court, which caused me to break the roots of the back. This is nothing. The old minister also heard that he started a massacre at the exchange meeting. There were dozens of immortal masters who died at his hands, which caused our great Song Dynasty to seriously damage the vitality of the immortal world. Once our great Song Dynasty and neighboring countries are in a quarrel, will there be an immortal master willing to help?

In the foolish opinion of the old minister, Li Xianshi is a very vicious person. Even if His Majesty cannot kill him, he must find a way to imprison him. He cannot reward him at all, let alone share his country with him."

Po Junhou lay on the ground, crying bitterly, and it was so loud that he could be said to have cried blood.

"Your Majesty, the old minister is loyal to Your Majesty, so that you can see the sun and the moon. I hope that Your Majesty can listen to the old minister's words and quickly catch Li Wenjun so as not to harm my Song Dynasty. The old minister is willing to show his ambitions by his death."

The banquet that was very lively just now suddenly became deserted. Everyone put down their wine glasses and turned their eyes to the emperor or Li Wenjun.

Almost everyone thinks that as long as the emperor is determined to capture Li Wenjun, Li Wenjun will definitely not be able to escape. This place is a sacrificial courtyard, which not only concentrates almost all the cultivators who are willing to use for the emperor, but also has several large arrays. As long as these large arrays are activated, Li Wenjun will be useless even if he has a pair of wings.

Li Pan and Fan Huawei were both a little anxious, especially the former. I just learned that Li Wenjun was actually an immortal cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. Not to mention that Li Wenjun has always had the combat power that surpassed those of the same period. Even if there was not, just because these people present were like dealing with an immortal cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, wouldn’t it be a joke?

Li Pan and Fan Huawei stood up almost at the same time, ready to speak to Li Wenjun. At this moment, the emperor's face sank. He slapped the table and said sternly: "Marquis Pojun, you are so brave. Master Li Xian is a native of the Song Dynasty. How can you do something to harm the world? What do you mean by slandering Master Li Xian in public in front of me and all civil and military officials? Are you going to rebel?"

Po Junhou couldn't help but be stunned. This is not right. Why did the emperor react like a different person?

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There were dozens of tables in the ritual yard, which had long been filled with fruit and snacks. In front of all the tables, there were two tables, and the emperor invited Li Wenjun to sit with him one by one.

Then, the eunuchs and palace maids began to place delicious food on the table. The jars of palace imperial wine were also opened and the mud seal was poured into the wine pot, and delivered to each dining table. For a moment, the wine was filled with fragrance and the food was fragrant, which made Li Wenjun, who had never eaten much delicious food, drool.

Li Wenjun was a civilian and had a very average family background. He couldn't eat meat a few times a year.

After cultivating immortality, he devoted most of his time to practice and had no time to consider his appetite. Speaking of which, the meal he ate at a Jingxiang County Restaurant was the best he had ever eaten in his life. But how could the chef in a county restaurant compare with the imperial chef?
Chapter completed!