Chapter 167: The One You Lost, How?

Previously, he had escaped from Xiangyu and Yin Heng one after another, but today he didn't seem to have a trace of cowardice at all.

He was still dressed in autumn-colored clothes, with red lips and white teeth, delicate and beautiful cheeks, and a strong bookish atmosphere all around him.

At this moment, Qili was talking with several nobles who came to talk to him, looking from the direction of the sleeping fence, he was decent, neither humble nor arrogant, his posture was calm and unhurried, and he had a hidden aristocratic charm, which was particularly comfortable among the nobles.

The embarrassment and humility when he knelt in front of Xiangyu in Xiangfu that day had completely disappeared from him at this time.

If you look through the eyes of ordinary ghosts, he does mix like a fish in water among humans, and lives up to his reputation.

At the moment when the eyes of the sleeping fence were removed from Qi Li, Qi Li, who was originally talking with the nobles, lifted his eyelids, raised his head slightly, and his eyes had drifted to the direction where the sleeping fence was standing.

Almost at the same time, he sensed gaze from the other direction, burning and lingering.

Qi Li subconsciously looked over, and met the gaze of Luan Xiuyin, who was standing still behind Luan Chang.

The shyness on Luan Xiuyin's face suddenly appeared, Qili's eyes moved, and she nodded slightly towards Luan Xiuyin, Luan Xiuyin couldn't help but purse her lips and smile sweetly, and just when she was about to nod to Qili, he had already drifted away from sight and turned his head.

Luan Xiuyin was slightly stunned.

There was a sudden commotion at the scene, and Mian Liang didn't need to look to know that it was Gongzi who came.

Because she was arranged by the tanuki slave to fetch some cold melons for her son to prepare in advance, she went out alone this morning and directly met Xiangyu and the tanuki at the student meeting venue.

Mian Liang looked ahead, looking at Xiangyu, who was slowly walking towards him under the gaze of everyone.

She originally had a shallow smile on her face to greet Xiangyu, but when she saw what Xiangyu was holding in her hand, the smile froze.

It was a potted plant with soil, and what was growing in it turned out to be a three-color cloud!

Xiangyu is swaggering to bring it to the student meeting.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the three-color clouds, and there were constant exclamations in their ears.

Obviously, many of the people present who have read poetry and books have recognized the strange flowers in Xiangyu's hands.

Mian Liang stared at the three-colored cloud with an incredulous expression, and for some reason, she had a gut feeling that this was the one she had accidentally lost before.

"Childe, this three-color cloud tan......" After Xiangyu approached, Mian Liang stretched out his hand and pointed to the potted plant, and his mouth couldn't help but ask the guess in his heart.

"It's the one you lost, how?" As if she could read minds, Xiangyu already knew what Mian Liang wanted to ask, and answered her very dryly.

Mian Li took a deep breath.

Really!

"How could it be with you?"

"I took it. Xiangyu explained very frankly.

The face does not change color and the heart does not beat, as if there is no weakness and apology for taking away other people's things.

Mian Liang stared at Xiangyu, not knowing how to react for a while.

Xiangyu looked at Mian Li, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

Mian Liang thought for a while and shook his head: "Since Childe likes it, naturally it will belong to Childe." ”

Xiangyu didn't see the slightest surprise on his face.

"Hmm. He only made this sound, and then stepped forward and sat down on a soft mat very close to the hedge.

The three princes standing beside the emperor at the top had been looking in the direction where Fang Cai Mian Fence and Xiangyu were.

Today's seats, Xiangyu and the emperor each sat at the head of the left and right seats, and the seat space was farther than during the last night banquet, and the positions where the three princes and the sleeping fence were standing were just facing each other.

The eyes of the three princes slowly fell on the three-colored cloud that had been placed on the table in front of Xiangyu, and he did not move.

Both the tanuki slave and the sleeping fence noticed the third prince's lost eyes with a hint of hurt.

There was a meaningful look in the raccoon slave's eyes, and then he looked away and looked at his own son with a leisurely face in front of him, and his eyebrows like a crescent moon were more and more curved.

But Mian Liang made eye contact with the three princes.

At this moment, Mian Liang was very sure that she really had no intention of the third prince.

That palpitation had disappeared after the "First Admiration" mantra in the body was removed.

The three-color Yuntan that Ben promised him had already paid off with the "Sky Patrol Grass" when he was on the previous trip to Jiqi Mountain, so this three-color Yuntan, even if it was given to the child, Mian Liang thought it would be fine.

Yes, she politely nodded politely to the third prince with peace of mind, and then looked away.

The corners of the third prince's mouth froze, and the smile that had not yet melted froze at that.

He felt that today's attitude towards him seemed to be different from that of a few days ago.

Or rather, it was only a few days ago that the hedge was a little different, and today's hedge seems to have returned to the way it was when he first knew.

There is a detachment that is not easily compromised in the politeness, and there is no longer the closeness and eagerness that suddenly and inexplicably gave birth a few days ago.

The third prince lowered his head, and a puzzle flashed in his eyes.

Mian Li's gaze had already left the Third Prince, but on the way to look elsewhere, he paused again.

Because she saw the scribe who had greeted her last night.

I saw that the scribe walked steadily, and soon he came to the third prince, he bowed to the third prince, and then leaned down slightly, and talked to the third prince in a low voice.

The hedge's face was revealed.

It turned out that he was the man of the three princes.

"This person's name is Gu Yong, and he is the advisor of the Three Princes. Mi Yan, who had been summoned by the Sleeping Fence earlier to help carry the cold melon together, whispered at her side.

"Strategist?" said Sleeper.

Didn't the three princes never participate in the affairs of the court?

"Idle princes and clans, even if they are far away from court disputes, but in the midst of it, just in case, they still have to raise a few strategists in the mansion. Mi Yan, who had already read the inner thoughts of the sleeping fence as he wanted, said again.

Mian Fence nodded knowingly.

The people of the Han clan also arrived at this time, and their seats were next to Xiangyu, sitting at the head of his seat.

As soon as Hantang pear appeared, her eyes always drifted to the direction of Xiangyu, she was panicked in her heart, and she couldn't help herself, but she had to stick to the demeanor of a noble girl, dignified and elegant, gentle and calm.

Because she didn't dare to be too explicit, in the end, her full of affection could only be counted in Chu Chu's eyes.

At this time, Hanyu, who came with her, naturally walked to Xiangyu's side, and after saluting Xiangyu, he whispered a few words to Xiangyu.

The sleeping fence was close, and he knew that Han Yu was preparing for the student meeting with Xiangyu, but Han Tangli, who was sitting a few steps away, couldn't hear it.

Just looking at the picture of the two standing so close apart was enough to sting Han Tangli's eyes.

Previously, when Han Tangli learned that Han Yu and Xiangyu were traveling alone in Jiyu Mountain, the resentment and jealousy in her heart unconsciously came out at this time.

After all, the sleeping fence is a ghost, or a sacrifice, and there will be death.

Compared to the former, Hanyu is the most threatening person.

"Sister, the method of awakening the blood of the ancestor of the powerful ghost, have the people over there inquired about the result?" Han Yunguo, who was sitting in front of him, turned his head and saw Han Tangli staring in the direction of Xiangyu, so he asked in a low voice.