"It's also true that Miaobai didn't wake up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The person next to him couldn't help but interject. "Miaobai hasn't woken up yet, Aunt Qiu is right to say so."

"Miaobai's body is not very good when he is small, maybe he is recuperating at home." Aunt Ding didn't argue much. "Okay, okay, don't talk about this. Later, the Lord of the Stream will come. ”

Aunt Ding still has some prestige among this group of people, and when she said this, the rest of the people were suddenly bored, so they had to expose the matter.

After waiting for a long time, Heng Yuanbai's figure slowly came from far and near.

Heng Yuanbai flew up to the high platform in a few vertical steps, his hair was meticulously tied with a purple and gold crown, and the purple robe on his body set off him became more and more imposing, and he had a shallow and polite smile on his face today, subtle and restrained.

However, many of the girls who were originally coming to him were even more like Xizi holding their hearts, and they couldn't wait to send a heart to him when Heng Yuanbai set his eyes on them.

"Keep you waiting."

For some reason, as soon as Heng Yuanbai's words came out, there was silence for a moment.

Heng Yuanbai was not in a hurry, and slowly walked to the only long table placed on the altar and sat down slowly.

Shaped between flowing waters, the posture is elegant.

Wuhua looked up at Heng Yuanbai on the stage, with a look of surprise on his face.

When I first met, Heng Yuanbai was a hanger, but now with a tense face, her rigorous appearance refreshed her impression of him.

Wuhua and Heng Yuanbai have only been together for a short month, and it is difficult to accept his change.

Mo said that it was the group of people who grew up watching him grow up.

At the moment when Heng Yuanbai came to power, Wuhua seemed to hear the sound of many jaws falling to the ground.

Turning his head, he found that Shang Jiu on his side was also shocked.

As if sensing Wuhua's gaze, Shang Jiu retracted a moment. .... Wuhua suddenly wanted to know how many ridiculous things Heng Yuanbai had done in the past to surprise others like this.

Heng Yuanbai sat quietly, calmly accepting everyone's attention.

His eyes slowly looked around the audience.

Just bumped into Wuhua's sight, and his delicate peach blossom eyes blinked mischievously.

Wuhua was stunned for a moment, and after retracting his gaze, the corners of his lips unconsciously curled upward.

On the stage, a woman dressed in light purple cloud silk and silver white shoes jumped on, and a beautiful mole on her forehead was the finishing touch.

The woman was graceful, and slowly walked in front of Heng Yuanbai, blessed her body. "Stream Master."

As if the person who winked at Wuhua before was not him, he was sitting in a precarious position, and when he heard this beauty calling himself, he only responded superficially. "Yes."

The woman was not annoyed, and stood quietly on the other side of the long table.

"This woman." Shang Jiu thought that Wuhua was asking him about the identity of this woman, and was about to explain.

But I heard Wuhua Dao again. "It's a girl, right?"

was guessed by Wuhua, Shang Jiu didn't show any surprise, nodded slowly, and responded. "Indeed."

"Well, but I don't know that Miss Cheng is the censor of this scene?" Wuhua asked again.

Under Wuhua's attention, Shang Jiu slowly shook his head and nodded again.

He immediately explained. "For the master of the stream, this scene is just a formality."

When he said this, Shang Jiu had an unconcealed look of pride on his face, as if the person sitting on the stage was himself.

I think it is full of confidence in Heng Yuanbai's ability.

But this may be Heng Yuanbai's personal charm, right?

While they were talking, there was already a girl with a pill box on the high platform, lined up in front of Cheng Su.

Cheng Su just glanced down casually, then waved his hand and asked the girl to send it to Heng Yuanbai's table.

Wuhua took a look and found that the first tall figure was the daughter of Aunt Qiu, Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu clutched the medicine box in his hand tightly and cautiously approached Heng Yuanbai's gaze.

She strides with small broken steps on her face full of shyness, which really doesn't match her tall figure.

Suddenly, Wuhua actually felt that she was like a little eunuch in the palace who was carefully carrying medicinal food. Sensing what he was thinking, Wuhua couldn't help but cry and laugh.

"Please take a look." In fact, Qiuqiu's body is not strong, but it is relatively large compared to other women's skeletons, so it looks more generous from the back.

She is also beautiful and lovely, especially when she stands in front of the person she likes, her youngest daughter is delicate.

Heng Yuanbai didn't seem to be aware of Qiuqiu's daughter's thoughts, but gently opened the medicine box in his hand and observed the herbs placed inside.

"The root is yellow and bitter, and the root ring is fine." Heng Yuanbai just glanced at it and pulled out a smile shallowly. "Hook grass."

Heng Yuanbai waited for a while, and found that the person standing in front of him did not reply to him, and couldn't help but look up, but he found that the little girl in front of him was flushed, staring at himself directly, but there were no stars in his eyes.

On the contrary, Cheng Su on the side glanced at it, and her voice was as cold as a deep pool. "It's a hook."

Hearing the sound of Cheng Fu, Qiuqiu was clever and came back to his senses. Hurriedly nodded in praise. "The owner of the stream has good eyesight, and there is no doubt that he is hooking grass."

Heng Yuanbai just nodded, did not answer, and moved his gaze to the long line lined up on the side.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, how could Qiuqiu not understand this meaning.

Hurriedly put away the hook grass and hurriedly ran towards the altar.

Seeing her shy appearance, the people around below couldn't help laughing in unison.

"It's rare that Qiuqiu is actually shy."

"Hahaha, Qiuqiu originally liked the stream."

"Look at Qiuqiu's appearance, it seems that he can't walk when he sees the owner of the stream."

Seeing that her daughter was shy, Aunt Qiu turned her head and glared fiercely at those who were coaxing.

"Thread grass."

"Mo Ningxiang."

......

Next, Heng Yuanbai just glanced at it a few times in a hurry, and he was able to accurately identify those herbs.

Sure enough, as Shang Jiu said, for Heng Yuanbai today, it was just a formality.

Shang Jiu accompanied Wuhua to stand not far away for a long time.

I saw that the long line had already gone for most of it in an hour or so.

Heng Yuanbai finally raised his head from behind the table, and his eyes seemed to inadvertently touch Shang Jiu's.

Shang Jiu's eyebrows moved, and he nodded slowly.

"Master Wuhua, I'll leave for a while."

Heng Yuanbai and Shang Jiu's eye contact was not long, but Wuhua standing on the side could see it clearly.

She knew in her heart that after this scene was over, she was afraid that a good show was about to be staged.

After saying hello to Wuhua, Shang Jiu wanted to retreat quietly.

Unexpectedly, his footsteps turned slightly, and when he turned his head, he saw a man standing not far away.

Finding that Shang Jiu didn't leave, but turned back, Wuhua couldn't help but turn around and saw the man.

"Who is this?"

I only heard Shang Jiu sigh in a low voice. "Brother Qi." (To be continued.) )