But it was only a moment's work, and all the food on the table was taken away, and it was also a quick effort, and the warm tea and delicate pastries were already served. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Su Wushuang's eyes were obviously full of resentment, and his head drooped, looking in the direction of Bei Minglang.

Bei Minglang didn't seem to expect that this Su Wushuang would have such a childlike side, and he couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart, but because he was an outsider, he had to restrain himself.

Ziko's movements were very dexterous, and she brought the pastries, and she had already picked up the teapot and began to pour tea for everyone.

The clear tea water enters the tea cup, and the fragrance of tea is instantaneous.

Bei Minglang's gaze slowly fell on the tea water in the tea cup, and it was obvious that this tea was the same as the tea in the tea shop, and it was different when you sniffed it carefully.

After pouring the tea cups of the four people, Zikou put down the teapot, stepped back, and stood aside.

Du Weiwei always watched Zikou's movements, and only when she retreated did she raise her eyes and wink at Zikou.

Zikou noticed her young lady's expression, and with just one look, she already understood what Du Weiwei meant, nodded slightly, slowed her steps, and slowly withdrew from the middle room.

In an instant, in the entire front hall, only four people were left who were sitting quietly.

No one speaks, no one looks.

Su Wushuang drooped his head and held the teacup in both hands.

Bei Minglang sat upright, his breath was heavy, and his eyes fell on the tea cup in front of him.

The most leisurely is He Xiao, leaning back slightly, leaning on the back of the chair, the tea cup was gently shaken by him in one hand, the heat was dissipated, floating in front of his eyes, and the whole person exuded a faint lazy atmosphere.

Du Weiwei was shining between his eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes swept over the two people in front of him several times, and finally landed on the man beside him.

Pursing his lips slightly, Du Weiwei had already gotten up, picked up the teacup with both hands, like a child of the rivers and lakes, and said heavily to Bei Minglang: "Young Master Lang, the matter of dispersing the fake news of the antidote is indeed arranged for me, there are many inappropriate, I Du Weiwei is here to replace the wine with tea, and I am not compensatory." ”

After speaking, Du Weiwei raised the tea cup in his hand high, and raised it towards Beiminglang very heroically.

Bei Minglang's expression did not change in the slightest, he was still calm, and the scar on his face was dark brown, but it was much milder at this time. Looking at Du Weiwei's movements, Bei Minglang naturally got up, picked up the tea cup in his hand, and saluted Du Weiwei back, without speaking.

Du Weiwei was not polite, nodded his head, raised his hand, and drank the tea in the teacup.

Seeing that Du Weiwei was so heroic, Bei Minglang naturally wouldn't be stingy, and he also drank it all.

He Xiao sat beside Du Weiwei, the tea cup in his hand was still slowly shaking, and his vision was full of gloom.

The moment he sat down, Du Weiwei's whole breath had been completely released, he reached out to get the teapot, refilled himself with tea, and then handed the teapot to Bei Minglang, and said with a heavy smile in his mouth: "Young Master Lang has already figured out the matter of the loss of interest and dispersing medicine, I am afraid that he will also have to make it clear about Mu Yunjin, right?" ”

Du Weiwei's voice sounded particularly hearty, and there was no questioning tone. When she was in the tea shop, she already knew that Mu Yunjin was a person from the Northern Underworld, but she didn't know the ins and outs of it, He Xiao and Su Wushuang were both here at the moment, if they were to make it clear together, it would be the best.

After hearing Mu Yunjin's three words, Su Wushuang's drooping head instantly moved, his body straightened up, his eyes were a little shining, and he looked at Bei Minglang.

Without waiting for Bei Minglang to answer, Du Weiwei smiled and first looked at Su Wushuang, then turned his eyes and looked at the man in white who was sitting next to him and had not spoken:

"Young Master Lang is extremely sure, the people of the Northern Underworld in the palace ......"

"It's Mu, Yun, and Jin."

As Du Weiwei's most critical sentence fell, the cup that had been shaking stopped in He Xiao's hand, his eyebrows were raised, He Xiao looked at Du Weiwei, and the leaning body also sat up slowly, put the tea cup on the table, He Xiao crossed his hands, his eyes were heavy, and he looked at Bei Minglang.

Bei Minglang naturally felt that at that moment, He Xiao and Su Wushuang's eyes fell on him, and there was a moment of turmoil in his heart, but he quickly calmed down and met He Xiao's gaze.

The voice that has always been hoarse is even hoarse to the extreme at this moment.

"When I got the antidote to the loss of dispersion that day, I hurried back to the North Underworld."

"My mother has been out of breath for ten years, and I naturally hope that she will get better."

"The antidote is indeed useful, and within three days, my mother has recovered her breath."

"But she can't speak."

Bei Minglang's voice was hoarse and low, word by word, like the low sound made by people grinding in the old days, and slowly entered the ears of the other three.

"My mother is not a woman from a big family, but she saved her grandfather who was seriously injured in the mountains, and she was brought back to Beiming and became close to my father."

"She couldn't speak or write, and even though I could feel that she had a lot to say to me, I couldn't do anything about it."

Bei Minglang's voice became deeper and lower, for some reason, he could have directly said what he had discovered in Bei Ming, but at this moment, he actually wanted to tell the three people in front of him all these things.

Du Weiwei also didn't expect Bei Minglang to say something about him, and the lips that were originally smiling gradually converged.

He Xiao's eyes have not changed, full of gloom, looking at Bei Minglang.

"It was also after that I began to pay attention to my father's movements."

"It was a few days before I left Beiming to come to Tingyuan, I found a letter from Tingyuan in my father's study."

"There were only a few words on the letter."

Hearing this, Du Weiwei's mind seemed to be filled with deep thought for a moment, his brows furrowed, and his eyes slowly fell on his teacup.

Intentionally, Bei Minglang's voice stopped for a moment, and then slowly resounded:

"The world will be one."

"Who's the signature?"

The next moment, Su Wushuang blurted out a sentence, and his eyebrows and eyes were also heavy.

And this sentence is also what Du Weiwei wants to ask.

Bei Minglang's gaze had been looking at He Xiao, but when he heard Su Wushuang's voice at this moment, he slowly turned his gaze: "There is no signature." ”

"At the end, there is no signature."

"It's just an ink painting of two clusters of bamboo."

In an instant, Du Weiwei's breathing was already suffocated, and the hand under the table was raised, already grabbing the hem of He Xiao's clothes.

He Xiao's hands were placed on the table and folded, feeling the woman's movements, she didn't say anything, but she put down her hand, held Du Weiwei on the back, and slowly exerted her strength.