However, Yan Qingrui wanted to go to the Famous Sword Villa, not for the owner of the Famous Sword Villa, but for a person who might be in the Famous Sword Villa. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Qingrui held the teacup and looked at the gently rippling tea in the cup, her eyes were clear and shining. In the Qinghe Mansion before, although she couldn't stop her footsteps, she was still a little fettered in the end, unlike now, she was so freewheeling and did whatever she wanted.

It's a wonderful feeling of being free and carefree.

That small mansion was originally a place she bought to get out.

It's not so much that Yan Wanshu, the sixth princess, Xia Zirou and her gang are bullying her and calculating her, it's better to say that she is using them.

It was a temporary thought to find Shangguan Qianyu to take a leave of absence, but everything after that was in her plan. Each time, she didn't get out of her plans.

Now, Yan Qingrui in the capital is dead, but she, Yan Qingrui, will live a more chic and wanton life as Yan Qinglei.

Wouldn't it be a thousand times better to be happy and free than to be that Princess Qinghe?

Suddenly, the figure in front of her moved, and a person sat across from her.

Before I saw the face, I saw a head that could be seen by light.

Why is he everywhere?

The teacup in Yan Qingrui's hand was almost thrown over, but fortunately, her heart was very calm, even if she encountered such a sudden phenomenon, she was shocked, but she immediately calmed down.

She is now dressed as a black boy, and although this monk appears very abruptly, he may not be able to recognize her.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Monk, you don't sit at so many empty tables, what are you doing sitting here with Young Master Ben?"

Zhen Zidemon poured water from the pot, and said in his mouth: "I'm a thirsty monk!"

But the pot he was pouring water was gently pressed by the folding fan in Yan Qingrui's hand and pressed on the table.

Zhen Zidemon stretched out her left hand dissatisfied, and she didn't know what method to use, so she snatched her folding fan, tore it a few times, and said while tearing: "Call you not respect the old and love the young, call you stingy, call you slight, tell me to be a monk, and tell you to pretend!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

All the people she meets, whether for fame or profit or wealth, or for recklessness, or hidden scheming, she can see through it, even if she can't, she can see through it, but she can't see through this monk.

She can't see through this monk's skills.

For example, this time, although her folding fan was pressed casually so that he could not pour tea, who was she? A person who would not be found if she picked someone's money bag under the nose of the number one master in the rivers and lakes was actually robbed of the folding fan.

Moreover, this monk who is not in the Bodhi Temple in the capital will come to Guzhou? What is he doing here?

In a blink of an eye, Zhen Zidemon had already thrown the folding fan, poured three cups of tea and drank it in a row, he drank the tea very quickly, as if he had not eaten this meal.

By the time Yan Qingrui wanted to pour another cup, the teapot was already empty.

Zhen Zidemon also grinned at her proudly: "I'm done drinking!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

This monk is here to be angry with her, right? However, to say that he came all the way from the capital to Guzhou just to grab her a few cups of tea, this is too unbelievable.

She said, "You can go after drinking!"

Zhen Zidemon said: "Let's go, how can I go, I'm here for you!"

Yan Qingrui's heart jumped, but her face was silent, and she said lightly: "I don't know you, you are here for me?"