And under the sachet, there is a silk silk woven with colorful silk threads, and at the lower end of the silk is decorated with a piece of crystal clear jade.

This sachet, whether it is material or handmade, can be called priceless.

And the most important thing is that this sachet must have a different kind of deep meaning for Geng Yingsleeve.

Li Bian grabbed the sachet quickly, but was grabbed by Li Zhenrong's wrist.

"Big brother, the girl didn't say that this sachet was given to you......"

Li Bianshu's wrist suddenly twitched, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was clenched in the palm of his hand by Li Zhenrong's yin and yang weirdness, and he didn't mean to let go.

Geng Yingsleeve quickly snatched the sachet in Libianshu's hand and glared at him coquettishly.

"Brother Bian Shu, Brother Zhenrong is right, this sachet is not for you......"

She grabbed a sachet from the sandalwood incense box and stuffed it into his hand: "This one is the ...... for you"

Before she could say anything, she had already turned to look at Ion Xuan, and the sachet in her hand was also sent to him.

"Brother Zixuan, this is a ...... for you"

"Isn't that okay?!" Ionic Xuan instinctively resisted.

Although he does not have high emotional intelligence, he also understands one thing.

The meaning of the sachet seems to be somewhat unusual in the relationship between men and women.

"What are you afraid of? Everyone has ......" Geng Yingsleeve gestured with his eyes to look at the sandalwood incense box in his hand.

In view of this, it seems that Ion Xuan is not good to refuse too much, otherwise it will seem a little too pretentious.

With a dry smile, he took the sachet in a slur, some didn't know where to put it, and instinctively searched the purple night around with his eyes.

Now he really hopes that the purple night will suddenly pop out to relieve his embarrassment.

After all, Geng Yingsleeve didn't do anything, and gave the sachet without discrimination, theoretically speaking, he didn't seem to have any reason to refuse the crown thousands of miles away.

Tanxi in the distance has been peeking at Ziye, observing the cloudy color on her face.

When she saw the scene when Ion Xuan accepted the sachet, Zi Ye's eyes trembled obviously, and she looked at the surrounding crowd in surprise, her eyes shining slightly.

"Tanxi...... You've been in the Celestial Clan for so long, you should know someone, right? ”

"Who?" Tanxi was confused.

The corners of Zi Ye's lips smiled, her fingers hooked, hooked Tan Xi's ears, and whispered a name.

"Huh?!" Tan Xi's face stiffened slightly: "What did you ask her to do?" ”

"You just say you don't know each other......"

"I kind of recognize it...... I've seen her before......"

"Where do you think you'll find her?"

Tanxi's lips twitched slightly, and she raised her hand and pointed in one direction: "With her identity, she disdains to watch the excitement here...... So in principle, she should be drinking tea and chatting at the teahouse over there now......"

When Ziye heard this, she raised her feet without raising her head and left, and Tanxi hurriedly trotted to follow.

"Purple Night Girl, we have never had anything to do with her...... Why did you find her now? ”

"Haven't you heard? The enemy of the enemy is the friend ......" Zi Yetou replied without replying.

"Huh?!" Tanxi didn't understand what Zi Ye was trying to mean: "Who is the enemy with whom?" ”

……

In a room in the corner of the teahouse, two women were looking coldly at the bustling crowd, and the corners of their eyes and eyebrows were sneering disdainfully.

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