Lang Zhong, who was bandaging Xuan Wenrui's wounds, suddenly froze, and turned his head to look at Ziye in disbelief.

This little girl's mouth is too poisonous.

Talking about people in front of outsiders like this is tantamount to slapping them in the face.

And it was a hard slap in the face.

The muscles on Zixuan Wenrui's face twitched significantly again, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, signaling Lang Zhong to retreat.

When the hall was empty, he said in a deep voice: "I know your position in the heart of the Son of Heaven, and I also know the weight of your words...... As long as it is you, the Son of Heaven will definitely listen to ......"

Zi Ye frowned slightly, and looked at him with some amusement: "You want me to say good things for you in front of the Son of Heaven, and then improve the relationship between you......"

"Yes...... As long as the Purple Night Girl does it, whatever you want, my Xuan family can agree......"

At this time, even a fool can see that if their Xuan family can climb the ion Xuan, then their Xuan family is a veritable uncle of the country.

This honor and status is enough for their Xuan family to expand their business indefinitely.

Without Hu Xuetong's connections, their Xuan family will lose a lot of business.

But if you hug Ion Xuan's thigh, the situation is different.

Xuan Wenrui is not a fool, and the ability to see the wind and steer is definitely an innate talent of businessmen.

Leaning over slightly, Xuan Wenrui lowered his voice: "Purple Night Girl, when the time comes, gold, silver, jewelry, fields and pavilions, as long as you want and want, our Xuan family will give you whatever ......"

Ziye took a sip of tea, and looked at Xuan Wenrui with charming eyes: "Do you know? I've always wondered why the Son of Heaven can do so well outside...... It turns out that he has inherited the treacherous and tactful ...... of your Xuan family as a businessman in his bones."

Xuan Wenrui's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Ziye expectantly, tilting her head slightly, nervously waiting for her next.

Ziye's lips hooked a clear smile, and raised her eyebrows lightly: "But I'm also glad now...... He didn't inherit such a shameless ...... as you."

Xuan Wenrui's face gradually became stiff, and Zi Ye slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, and looked at his eyes as sharp as a blade.

"Xuan Wenrui, in fact, you can't be such a villain...... If Zixuan wants to move you, with his means, he will make your Xuan family bankrupt, and you don't know who you have offended...... Now that the Xuan family is safe and sound, it means that he is too lazy to touch you......"

Standing up leisurely, Zi Ye gently brushed off the folds on her skirt.

"At the very least, when Lady Xuan is well, he won't touch you...... You should be glad that Madame Xuan is still healthy, otherwise, you will wait to bear his wrath......"

Xuan Wenrui hurriedly got up and wanted to defend himself, but was stopped by Ziye raising his hand.

With a slight shake of his slender fingertips, Zi Ye sneered disdainfully: "There are some mistakes, and if you do it, you will be punished......"

"Daddy......"

A hurried cry suddenly came from outside, followed by the sound of flying beasts landing.

Xuan Wenrui's face changed suddenly, and she instinctively grabbed Zi Ye's arm and stopped her steps.

"Purple Night Girl, please wait a minute...... This is my son Xuanhui...... This kid is reckless and irritable...... If he ......"

"Dad, what about my mother......" Xuan Hui's eager voice cut in with his footsteps.

In the midst of the words, the scene of Xuan Wenrui holding Ziye's arm was impressive.

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