Like that kind of gold thread, it is a treasure that is timely and precious for Yuze.

At this time, he actually used it as a sedan body, which shows his luxury and wealth.

And behind the sedan chair carried by these sixteen people, there were only 100 people, but seeing that they were not stable one by one, all of them were strong players.

The loud sound of praise resounded in this side, and the crown prince Xiahou Mobing and her own father, Prime Minister Murong Zhong, had already straightened up on the horse, and at this time they moved forward slightly and greeted them.

"On behalf of our king, this prince welcomes the regent of Liuli Kingdom to leave the prince and come from afar from the king, and my king is very happy." Xiahou Mobing was dressed in a yellow python robe, smiling and standing in the middle of the road.

The tone is not arrogant or too humble.

The sixteen horsemen stopped, bowed separately and stood, and the sixteen sedan chairs behind them slowly stepped forward.

"Yuze, Liuli, a friendly country, you don't need to be polite." A cold voice came, and the sixteenth sedan chair stopped, and a porcelain white slender hand slowly opened the sedan curtain and walked down.

Murong Xue suddenly looked sideways.

A waist-length long hair was tied up in a bunch of casual draped behind him, his eyebrows flew into his sideburns, and the pair of eyes under the sword eyebrows, oh my God, what kind of eyes are these, deep black with the blue of the sea, cold enough to freeze a qiē, but it is beautiful and makes people unable to take their eyes off.

The red lips under the high bridge of the nose are faintly blurred, and the stunning posture is overwhelming.

Dressed in a moon-white robe, in the golden sunlight, slightly breezed by the wind, he was like a fairy in the moon, luxurious and cold.

The eyebrows and eyes swept over, and the coldness that did not belong to the world froze all the qiē in place.

Cold, not like Xiahou Mobing's coldness, but a kind of coldness, a kind of indifference as if the world is not in his eyes.

The kind of coldness that radiates and outside, when people admire its dusty appearance, they don't dare to have the slightest obscene thought.

If Xiahou Mobing is a mixture of rakshasa and goblins, then Su Wanli in front of him is an ice lotus in the snow, one is enchanting and iron-blooded, and the other is indifferent and dustless.

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows when she saw this, her appearance is good, as for her character, it is up for discussion!

The eyebrows and eyes locked on Su gradually left, Murong Xue still wanted to take a closer look, and suddenly his eyes were blocked, and Murong Xue and Xiahou Mobing's dark eyes were closed, only to see a trace of danger flashing in the black eyes.

This person began to eat gratuitous vinegar again?

Murong Xue reacted instantly, and couldn't help but look at Xiahou Mobing angrily and funny, didn't she just take a look? As for being so stingy, it's not even accurate to look at? Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and asked silently!

"No, you're mine." Xiahou Mobing at the bottom seemed to know Murong Xue's inquiry, and asked questions silently.

Murong Xue shook her head amusedly, everyone has a love for beauty, she appreciates beautiful things, and she is not a nymphomaniac, what kind of jealousy does this person eat indiscriminately?

But she could understand his feelings. The more he cares about things, the more he cares about her opinion, what he cares about is actually just her opinion, sometimes people themselves don't understand, why do they care so much about a thing, in fact, love and occupation are different, the more things that can't be occupied, the more uncomfortable they are, the more they are afraid of losing. Just like he is now.

Xiahou Mobing turned his head and glared at Murong Xue, the meaning of that glance was clear, don't look at it much, if you want to see it, it depends on you and me.

Murong Xue suddenly chuckled, this Xiahou Mo Bing!.

"Leave the king, please." Below, Xiahou Mobing's beautiful voice came.

"Prince Xiahou, please." The voice of indifference was filled with coldness.

However, no one minds in the slightest, the regent of Liuli Kingdom is gradually leaving Wang Su, and his nature is cold, this is not a top secret news, in the Three Kingdoms, it is an open fact.

Murong Xue stretched out her head again, the aura on Su Yanli's body was a little weird, she couldn't say that feeling, this was the first time she was a little uncertain.

Getting on the horse, Su gradually left side by side and Xiahou Mobing walked forward.

Before the horse's hooves stepped forward, Su gradually left, and suddenly turned his head as if he was very casual and looked in the direction where Murong Xue was, as if he could understand something in his indifferent eyes.

The dark eyes met the black and blue eyes, and the eyes were calm and insightful.

Murong Xue had no doubt that he recognized her, although she thought that her reputation was really not that loud and could spread throughout the Yuze Continent.

The black and blue eyes swept over Murong Xue's face and met Murong Xue's eyes.

Swarthy and black and blue, this is a pair of primary colors that can collide with countless shades.

It seemed to be intentional, and it seemed to be unintentional, Xiahou Mobing suddenly inserted himself horizontally into the middle, once again cutting off the sight of the two of them.

Su Yanli, who was expressionless, looked at Xiahou Mobing, who was blocking his vision.

Between the two, sparks flew and the breath was amazing.

Rao is Murong Zhong, who was separated by a distance, could also feel that the atmosphere between the two was wrong.

This is not right because of her daughter.

Forget it, the affairs of their young people, they solve it themselves, he will not be involved.

Turning his head, Su gradually left the horse and left, and never looked back.

Murong Xue drank all the wine in her cup in one gulp and was no longer in sight.

Staggered, it is also the beginning of this moment, and the fates of several people are closely linked.

But that's just the beginning.

"How can this person be so cold?" Su gradually moved away from Xiahou Mo Bing, and the imperial guards also dispersed, and the people below who were silent just now suddenly began to make noise, and Mo Yi, who had been standing on Murong Xue's left, twitched the corners of his mouth.

Su gradually left the coldness, not the coldness of the killer, not the coldness of their prince, but the coldness of any love, as if he was a piece of ice for a thousand years, but he made a mistake and became a human.

Mo Er, who was standing on Murong Xue's right, pondered for a moment when he heard this, and said slowly: "It is said that there is no one in this world who can cause his feelings to fluctuate. ”

As soon as these words fell, Wu Yue immediately took a breath, there was no one, so this means that he despised a qiē person and didn't take a qiē in his eyes, this man like ice, so arrogant and dustless.

This man's is good-looking, but it's too cold, it's still good for his uncle, and he is kind and gentle to Miss.

Listening to the few people beside her, Murong Xue, who didn't speak, turned her eyes slightly, if the pair of ice eyes just now could have other colors, then I don't know what kind of brilliance it would be.

But she regretted it, because the color in her eyes was too heavy for her to bear.

The weather in autumn is cool, it is no longer as hot as in summer, and the sultry weather makes people breathless. Now in the blue sky, the clouds are doing all kinds of shapes, and there is really a feeling of autumn air and open-mindedness. These are two very different smells from summer, with its scorching heat and cold.

The friendship of the Three Kingdoms, like Murong Xue, who has no official position and no position, is not allowed to congratulate the Golden Palace, so he missed the court and watched the sparks encountered by the two heroes of the world up close.

However, Murong Xue didn't feel any disappointment, she didn't have much interest in these, (to be continued.) )