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"You call me, how can you not be angry?!"

When the words fell, the anger in Du Weiwei's eyes became more and more uncontrollable, and immediately, Su Bai's hand slapped heavily on the table, and Du Weiwei's voice almost roared out: "Young Master Lang not only knows that he is worried about his mother, but also knows that when I see my relatives injured, I feel the pain in my heart!! ”

The entire tea shop was silent.

Liu Ke stood a little farther away, looking at Du's slightly angry appearance, his equally angry expression suddenly froze, lowered his gaze, and avoided his gaze.

Bei Minglang stood in place and did not move, his eyes had sunk instantly from the time he heard Du Weiwei say that there were people from the Bei Ming clan in the palace, until Du Wei became angry and slapped the table heavily, and his gaze fluctuated shallowly.

"Who is it?"

His voice was still hoarse, and he asked shallowly.

"Ho." With a sneer, Du Weiwei's eyes froze heavily, raised his eyes, and looked at Bei Minglang.

"You're going to ask me?"

Bei Minglang's always solemn and calm expression finally had a momentary crack, and his footsteps retreated three points, and he looked at Du Weiwei from a little distance.

"You're going to ask me?"

"Ho."

Du Weiwei sneered again and repeated the previous words.

"Young Master Lang actually came to ask me?!"

"That's a member of your Northern Hells clan, I didn't question you today, Beiming Lang has backed down, I didn't expect you to come to ask me?"

The anger in Du Weiwei's heart was completely uncontrollable, and when this last sentence came out, his hand had already grabbed the teacup that Bei Minglang had drunk before, and his strength was so great that his slender knuckles were almost white.

At this time, the shopkeeper came out of the room with a new pot of tea.

The shopkeeper didn't have any nervousness or embarrassment, and took the teapot steadily and sent it to the table where Du Weiwei and Bei Minglang were.

"Pavilion Master, this is new tea." The voice fell flatly, and the shopkeeper saluted, then raised his steps again, and turned into the room.

As soon as she entered the room, Zikou's hand had already grabbed the sleeve of the shopkeeper, and her eyebrows were full of worry: "How is Miss?" ”

The shopkeeper's brows were also deeply furrowed after entering the inner room, he stopped for a moment and didn't speak, looked at Zikou, shook his head gently, and lowered his voice: "The pavilion master is angry now, and he looks very angry." ”

Hearing this, Zikou's brows furrowed even more, and she lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, and turned around to go out.

The shopkeeper's hand was just right, and one turned over, clasped Zikou's hand, and immediately shook his head at her: "It's not appropriate, it's better not to go out now." ”

"......"

Zikou wanted to say something, but when she saw the shopkeeper silently shook her head again, she finally lowered her head and didn't make any more movements.

The anger in Du Weiwei's heart was obviously suppressed a lot after the appearance of the shopkeeper, he turned around and sat down at the table again, Du Weiwei picked up the newly sent teapot, poured tea from the new teacup brought by the shopkeeper in front of him, and took a sip suddenly.

The hot tea entered her throat and slowly flowed down her esophagus to her stomach, instantly warming Du Weiwei's body, and also suppressing her anger a lot.

Bei Minglang was still standing, looking at the place where Du Weiwei was standing before, and did not move for a long time. After listening to Du Weiwei's words, a lot of things surged in Bei Minglang's thoughts in an instant, making his always calm mind finally have waves.

Turning his eyes, Bei Minglang still looked at Du Weiwei, and his mind sank for a moment, and he was already about to speak.

"A new edict has come out of the palace!! Let's go and see it!! The Four Princes have boarded the plane!! ”

In an instant, an exceptionally loud voice sounded on the street outside.

Although the door of the tea shop was closed, the people inside could still hear it clearly.

Du Weiwei's body stood up in an instant, his eyes were fixed, and he looked in the direction of the closed door of the tea shop. The thought in his heart turned, and Du Weiwei quickly said: "Zikou, go and have a look." ”

Zikou had been standing in the separation between the inside and outside, but at this moment, after listening to the young lady's words, she answered again, turned around and left in the direction of the back door.

All the words that Bei Minglang was going to say dissipated in an instant, and it was enough to reflect the situation for half a quarter of an hour, before he opened his mouth in a low voice: "The new emperor ascends the throne? ”

Hearing this, Du turned his gaze slightly, raised his eyebrows, and sneered on his lips: "Yes, Young Master Lang is really a coincidence, today, the new emperor is on the throne." ”

The pupils became more and more locked, and more and more things in Beiming came to mind, and Beiminglang's hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve, and the scar on his face became more and more hideous because of his expression at the moment.

With a cold snort, Du Wei sneered again on his lips, sat down, poured himself another cup of tea and drank it.

"New Emperor, Fourth Prince Mu Yunjin?" Bei Minglang's expression became extremely unnatural, and he asked again with some uncertainty.

Du Weiwei put down the teacup, raised his hand and stroked his tassel ear: "What?" Does Young Master Lang still know the new emperor? ”

Bei Minglang's body shook suddenly, his eyes were dark for a while, his hand held on the table to stabilize his figure, closed his eyes, and repeatedly thought about all the things he had found in the North Underworld Clan, and finally, a hoarse voice fell quickly when he opened his eyes:

"Didn't Lord Du Ge want to know about the person in the Northern Underworld who was in the palace?"

Du Weiwei had already poured himself the third cup of tea, and was sending it to his mouth, when he heard Bei Minglang's words, his eyes darkened, and he instantly raised his head and looked at Bei Minglang.

Bei Minglang's hand was still supporting the table, and the light in his eyes was rare and solemn, and he met Du's slightly sharp eyes, and his voice fell:

"That person is Mu Yunjin."

Her eyes widened suddenly, Du Weiwei's breathing was suffocated, and she looked at Bei Minglang's gaze for a long time, until the tea cup in her hand slipped from her hand and landed on the table, Du Weiwei slowly stood up, looked at Bei Minglang's eyes, and fell word by word: "What do you say." ”

Taking a deep breath, Bei Minglang's expression did not dodge in the slightest, and looked at Du Weiwei quietly: "Mu Yunjin is a member of the Northern Hell Clan." ”

This time, Bei Minglang said it more bluntly.

"Mu Yunjin, that's what you said, that person."

Du Weiwei's brows furrowed suddenly, with a hint of disbelief and doubt in his eyes, but more than that, it was a relief.

"You, really?" Du Weiwei's hand in his sleeve was also slowly clenched.

Bei Minglang suddenly calmed down, looked at Du Weiwei's increasingly cold eyes, and responded: "It's true." ”