The 'imperial capital' city of Kyoto in the Stardust Continent has become more and more rich and powerful under the baptism of Emperor Han for more than ten years. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoWhen the people's lives are better, the foundation of the land will be strengthened.

The imperial capital city, the streets are vertical and horizontal, and the market is prosperous. All kinds of famous signs abound, and the traffic is busy on all four horizontal streets. The shouts of the shopkeepers and the businessmen who set up the stalls fluctuated, and the streets were full of people.

Located in the bustling streetscape and famous 'Qing Ya Lou', the appearance is beautiful and gorgeous, and the five-storey height highlights its uniqueness. It is precisely because of its uniqueness that it has attracted many people from the rivers and lakes, even the nobles of the palace. There are three similar 'Qingya Building', which are distributed in various prosperous places. No one knows who owns it, and naturally there is suspicion among them.

In a private room on the fourth floor of the Qingya Building, near the stairs, there were three men with different personalities. A man in purple in a strong suit, with a handsome and upright posture, as beautiful as a crown of jade, and between his eyebrows is an uninhibited heroism. At this moment, there was a smile on his lips, playing with the teapot in his hand.

Opposite him, the man was dressed in a moon-white robe, with a simple style and a first-class texture. Worn on a man's body, it fits elegantly and is not stained with dust. But his face was calm, as if nothing was interested in him.

In front of the window, a man in a green shirt with dark hair and silent eyes looked like a frozen deep sea, silent and cold. He is Lin Zhitao, the son of the general of Xingchen Zhenguo, with the silence and coldness on his face, he must have practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child, went to the battlefield to kill the enemy since he was a child, and was accustomed to the strangeness of blood and corpses.

"Second brother, what do you mean by saying that my father held the Treasure Gathering this time?" The person who spoke was Han Weiyang, a man dressed in purple, the fourth prince of the imperial capital. And the second brother in his mouth is the man Han Weiyang who is like a fairy opposite him, and he is also the second prince of the imperial capital.

Hearing Han Weiyang speak, Lin Zhitao in front of the window turned around, his eyes fell on Han Weiyang's body, and it seemed that he also wanted to know the secret.

Han Weiyang raised his head, his face was still calm for a hundred years, he glanced at Han Weiyang, and his warm and clear voice paused: "The emperor's thoughts, but we guessed thoroughly." ”

"Aren't you curious?" Lin Zhitao asked, his thick and dull voice giving people the perception of a serious statement in the next second. It's okay if he doesn't speak, but as soon as he says it, he feels like he's standing on the battlefield and listening to his instigation.

Han Weiyang silenced the two: Big brother, isn't this a battlefield, is it okay to speak softly?

Han Weiyang coughed lightly, turned his head to look at Lin Zhitao, the man in front of him, although he was their friend, but he was far away from the border city with General Zhenguo to fight against the thieves, he was only twenty years old, and he had developed a tall and burly body, coupled with his cold and ice-like expression, standing on the street would definitely scare away many people.

"I heard that my father invited the Flower Fairy and the Nighthawk this time." The corners of Han Weiyang's mouth raised, and Lin Zhitao understood just one sentence. Then he turned and continued to look out the window.

Only Han Weiyang couldn't figure it out. As soon as his brain was hot, his heroic eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were disdainful: "Isn't my father sick in the brain, why do you want to invite them with a lot of money?" ”

Then, he received a gorgeous white eye from Han Weiyang, and Lin Zhitao simply turned around and glanced at him indifferently, left a sentence and left.

I saw Han Weiyang's eyes red with anger because of Lin Zhitao's words, and his red lips were pursed.

"I don't associate myself with people who don't have any ink on their chests."

Look, what is this, he is a prince anyway, but he has been reading poetry and books in the Royal Academy since he was a child, why does he have no ink on his chest?

And, did he say something wrong? My father is the supreme emperor, who dares not to give face, as for the 'heavy money' invitation?

Seeing Han Weiyang's incomprehensible look, Han Weiyang shook his head, got up and waved his robe, and walked away.