Bei Lingyue frowned, the hot and humid breath spread in her ears, and she quietly avoided it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, Bei Lingyue sneered disdainfully, and also learned to whisper in the East Night: "Third Prince, I have made it very clear just now, are you deaf?" ”

"You ......" Dong Yeyan glared at her viciously, and smiled with the same disdain: "Don't think that this prince doesn't know what tricks you play again, don't pester me in the future, don't think that with your father's support, you will be able to show off your might, and when your father collapses, you will be nothing!" He glanced at the North Ridge Moon with bad intentions, shook his sleeves and left.

Bei Lingyue watched Dong Yeqi leave, and shook her head slightly in her heart, what a fool, how could she Bei Lingyue fall in love with him.

When I came back to my senses, I turned around and simply went back.

The two guards looked at each other as if they were each other, and sighed at the same time, the county lord was really infatuated, and he even watched the three princes leave, but why didn't the three princes like the county lord, looking at the county lord's sad back, even they were a little unbearable!

I don't know how Bei Lingyue will feel when she hears it, I'm afraid she will vomit blood angrily, this brain is made up, I really admire.

However, the last sentence of Dong Yeqi is worth considering.

She believed that King Su would not be defeated so easily.

……

"Let's take a look and take a look......"

"Selling Sugar Gourds ......"

On the lively streets, all kinds of merchants sell their goods, and there are excited people and restless crowds, which presents such a scene in the capital city of Martingale.

Bei Lingyue is dressed in a red shirt, with a petite posture, a slender waist that is not in a hand, a transparent red scarf covering half of her face, a pair of eyes that are ruthless and affectionate, curved willow eyebrows, and three thousand green silk tied into a low ponytail with a red hairband.

Looking forward to brilliance, provocative.

The people who walked by looked at it with nostalgia one after another, and they all thought: "What a beautiful woman who captivates the country and the city!" ”

She came out this time just to get familiar with the martingale, I thought that wearing a cloak would be too eye-catching, so she showed her true face, who would have thought that her real face would be more eye-catching, it seems that this skin is really a bit troublesome.

Maybe she is the only woman in the world who will dislike her skin.

Entering a teahouse, the enthusiastic Xiao Er hurriedly greeted him, and saw that Bei Lingyue's good temperament was also sluggish for a while, and then said slowly with a red face: "This ...... Girl, there are no wings here, can you take a seat in the hall? ”

"Yes" Bei Lingyue wanted to go to a private room, but since it was full, forget it.

Turning around and walking to the window, Bei Lingyue sat down and ordered, "Bring me a good cup of tea." ”

"Eh, okay, this girl, please wait a minute." Xiao Er hurriedly replied, glanced at it again with a red face, and hurriedly left.

In ancient times, there was no pollution, and the streets were full of handsome men and women, which was indeed pleasing to the eye.

Bei Lingyue leaned against the window, and saw a group of teenagers gathered together, punching and kicking a ragged child, Bei Lingyue's expression was cold, and her veiled mouth slightly hooked her lips.

Xiao Er held a pot of tea, put it lightly on the table, and whispered, "Girl, tea is here." ”

Take out a cup and pour it full, the green tea rolled up small ripples in the cup, and then said: "This is the top tea in our store, called Da Hong Pao, the aroma is rich orchid-like, and resistant to bubbles, refreshing, the effect is huge, the girl and taste slowly, the small one will retreat." ”

Bei Lingyue always looked at the group of teenagers, and with a soft hum, Xiao Er retreated.

Attracted by a fragrance, Bei Lingyue picked up the cup of big red robe, smelled it, and raised her eyebrows quite unexpectedly, it was really a good tea.

Isn't the big red robe a tribute to the palace, I remember that her father mentioned two sentences to her when he drank tea, the big red robe is the favorite tea of today's monarch, and the scarcity is expensive, and the big red robe is only four or five catties offered to the palace, and now this small teahouse will have such high-quality tea?

It seems that the owner of this teahouse is not a simple person......

The veil was slightly lifted, revealing a cherry-like small red lips, bright eyes and bright teeth, which was really stunning.

Bei Lingyue tasted slowly, and looked at the group of teenagers again, they had been fighting for a while, and this group of children didn't know that they were tired?

And the child curled on the ground, doesn't he know to resist?

Shaking his head slightly, he flicked his hand and the cup was thrown out of his hand.

In an instant, the young man in the middle of "Eh~" stopped, howled, covered his right hand and said, "Which one dares to beat Young Master Ben!" ”

The others immediately stopped, and it could be seen that the young man was the eldest among them, and they all shook their heads, indicating that it was not themselves.

The boy angrily kicked the person next to him, and the boy didn't dare to say anything when he was kicked.

One of the swarthy attendants respectfully said to the young man, "Little young master, don't be angry, maybe someone accidentally bumped into it." ”

"What a bad luck!" The young man kicked twice at the child on the ground again, and scolded: "It's just a waste who can't cultivate, and he dares to steal Young Master's money." ”

"Little master!" The swarthy young man who had just spoken hurriedly spoke: "If this waste is beaten again, it will die, and the master instructed you not to cause trouble, otherwise you will never be allowed to come out casually!" ”

When the young man heard this, he stopped, slapped the swarthy attendant in the head, and said angrily: "Young Master Ben is measured, you slave don't give me any pot and don't mention which pot!" ”

The swarthy young man covered his head and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes!" ”

Seeing that everything was safe, the young man suddenly felt bored, glared at the child on the ground, turned around and left.

The child on the ground was always curled up in the corner, unmoved, as if it were a dead man.

Bei Lingyue picked up another cup of tea, ignoring the attention of the guests, and looked at the corner quite interestingly, with a faint smile in her eyes.

I saw the child slowly climbing up against the wall, his fluffy hair covering his face, in terms of figure, this child was generally only nine years old, thin only skin and bones, dark skin, full of patched clothes.

It's like a beggar.

After the child finally stood up straight, his head slowly raised, and his eyes looked at one place, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but Bei Lingyue knew that the child was looking at herself!

The smile in Bei Lingyue's eyes slowly expanded, it seemed that this child was not simple, and he actually knew that she helped him.

Holding the teacup aloft, he lifted it slightly towards the child.

However, the child didn't seem to appreciate it, and glanced at Bei Lingyue coldly, then turned his head and left.

Bei Lingyue was stunned, and then laughed, he was really a child with personality.

A wing room on the top of the teahouse, with an ink-colored curtain in the middle, is a study on one side and a bedroom on the other.