Chapter 2293: Sigh for the bright moon in the Mingyue Tower (1)

The waning moon is like a hook, hanging high in the sky, the stars are hidden, and the night sky is quiet.
Chen Fan took Weng Yan and Wang Liang to Mingyue Tower, where the state banquet was held in the beam. As long as it is a banquet that rises to the national level, it is here!
As for Jia Boqian, he did not appear.
Chen Fan did not intend to bring Jia Boqian to the banquet, because the other party had more important things to do.
There are few pedestrians on the street at this moment, and it seems that only the footsteps of Chen Fan and others are reverberating slightly.
From afar, a towering building appeared in front of him.
Eaves and arches, carved beams and painted buildings, look up straight into the sky, as if climbing this building, you can go straight to the sky.
This building is Mingyue Building.
Chen Fan stopped for a while, looked up at the Mingyue Tower in front of him, and muttered to himself: "This is really a good place to admire the moon, Emperor Liang, he would definitely choose the place."
"If your Majesty likes it, how about building one in Dachen?"
Weng Yan spoke from the side, but Chen Fan shook his head.
"It's too exhausting and hurting money."
After all, Chen Fan first walked into Mingyue Tower. Two eunuchs stood respectfully at the door. After seeing Chen Fan, he immediately saluted.
"I have seen Emperor Chen, please come with your child."
After all, an led the way and walked into a teleportation formation.
Chen Fan didn't hesitate to move forward, reaching out and hearing what Wang Liang followed. While paying attention to Chen Fan's movements, he carefully looked at everything around him.
The light of the teleportation array lit up, and a group of four people, including the little eunuch, were teleported to the top of the Mingyue Tower in an instant.
And here is where the banquet was held.
Chen Fan, who had just walked out of the teleportation formation, frowned, looked back at Weng Yan and Wang Liang, and saw that they also had different expressions, and Wang Liang said in Chen Fan's ear, "Your Majesty... we……"
Chen Fan waved his hand, but did not let Wang Liang continue.
Turning to look at the beside him, he said gently, "Continue to lead the way, right?"
The moment he stepped on the top floor of the Mingyue Tower, Chen Fan sensed that the formation was set up here, and any cultivation base was suppressed.
In other words, in this Mingyue Tower, he didn't have any advantages in cultivation.
Everyone is just an ordinary person.
Then at this time, Emperor Liang's advantage is bound to be infinitely magnified. After all, this place is his home court. He has enough time to set up a net here!
Both Weng Yan and Wang Liang were very nervous. After all, as monks, they were accustomed to mastering the turbulent power in their bodies all the year round.
On the contrary, Chen Fan's state is much more natural.
He has experienced many crises in his life, and he has already reached the point where he is not surprised.
Even if he knew that Emperor Liang had a murderous intent on himself tonight, and arranged a formation to suppress his cultivation, Chen Fan didn't care.
Because he knew that the real test of today's banquet is not cultivation, but politics!
It is the icing on the cake that he has the cultivation skills, but even if he doesn't, Chen Fan is confident, and no one is there to touch him.
Chen Fan is no longer a silly boy full of enthusiasm. When he is now, he already knows what he can do and what he cannot do.
Isn't he afraid of death?
On the contrary, Chen Fan is very scared!
He has never been so afraid of death now.
Behind Chen Fan, there are great Chen Yizhao Li people, cultural officials who are loyal to him, his mother, lover, and even the entire Eastern China, plus the thirteen desert continents.
With so many people or expressions of worship or hope on his shoulders, Chen Fan could not die anyway.
So why did he come to this banquet which is obviously another attempt?
He... still has confidence!
With his head held high, one person walked into the main hall of Mingyue Tower. At this time, the hall was singing and dancing.
I saw a lot of dancers wearing tulle and graceful dancing, sparing no effort to show the beauty of their dance, and even more neatly kneeling in two rows of musicians, playing fresh and elegant music.
This was supposed to be a very pleasing discourse, but it was a pity.
In the entire hall, there is a sense of killing at this moment!