When the two of them walked into a brilliantly decorated tavern, Yuebai, who was dressed in a black robe, let go of Nan Moyi's hand. At this time, she was still wearing a big black hat, but Nan Moyi could feel her face soothed.

Nan Moyi looked at her meaningfully, although she didn't have any martial arts, she knew how to disguise, and she still had a little bit of light skills, and she could stay in the palace for two years, so she must be a person who was extremely good at acting.

An ordinary subordinate has such skills, and Nan Moyi can't help but be more curious about the city chief.

Her knowledge of him was limited to his prodigy, and the wine under the moon that night.

Walking to a room with Nan Moyi, Yuebai took out a handkerchief to help Nan Moyi wipe all the paste off his face, his movements were cold, and his tone was also cold.

"The eighth master is inside. I know that you have changed a lot, and even suspected that Nan Moyi had been dropped at one point, but the eighth master denied my speculation. So, no matter what, please respect him. ”

Nan Moyi touched his wiped face, and said with a smile, "Didn't you betray him once?" Why are you so loyal all of a sudden? ”

Hearing Nan Moyi's taunt, Yuebai's fists clenched, and his voice was still hoarse, "Because he saved me a second time." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, bursts of sandalwood came to the nose.

On the windowsill on one side of the room, a man in a white brocade robe and carrying a long sword wrapped in black cloth behind his back was looking down at the crowd under the window.

Nan Moyi looked at his back, looked outside the door again, there was no one, closed the door, and walked in.

didn't speak, Nan Moyi just stood quietly beside him.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't have any news of the Supreme Glazed Tower, and there was a ready-made one in front of her, she wouldn't have bothered to come with Yuebai.

The city chieftain tilted his head, a smile in his eyes.

A tight-fitting white robe outlines the slender figure vividly. The narrow eyebrows had a feminine atmosphere, and a pair of dark eyes stared at Nan Moyi, as if she was the only one in the world who was still alive in his eyes. A pair of pale pink lips under a high nose. The cheeks like a demon are portrayed by the white clothes with a proud and unblasphemous temperament like a fairy.

It is clear that the last time we met, there was still a childish appearance, and now goodbye, it is like a few autumns apart, and the changes are great. Perhaps, this is the real him......

"I heard you've been beaten into a dungeon?"

"Why ask?"

Nan Moyi propped his elbows on the windowsill, and the crowd going downstairs and back and forth looked quite calm, as if he was saying something that was not a big deal.

The city chieftain weir is the same age as Nan Moyi, but it is much taller than Nan Moyi.

I saw that he stretched out his big hand and wanted to rub it on her head, but she avoided him when he just stretched out his hand.

Cheng Chiefyan retracted his hand helplessly, and his voice was full of banter, "He dared to lock up my woman, it seems that he has to teach him a good lesson." ”

"Who's your woman?"

"You."

"Do I have your name engraved on my face?"

"Nope. Where am I willing to carve your face? ”

Nan Moyi reached out and grabbed the claw he was about to reach out again, and threw it back, "Where is the Supreme Glazed Tower?" ”

"We finally met again, and you didn't even ask me, okay?"

Nan Moyi stood up straight from the windowsill, took a step back, and looked him up and down, "It looks good, aren't you tired of sleeping on the table." ”

After listening to Nan Moyi, the interest in the eyes of the city chief Yan is also getting stronger and stronger, he has already asked people to investigate all the traces of Nan Moyi for a while, and naturally knows about the Hundred Flowers Society. It's just that why didn't he find out that she still had such a ability before?

"Yiyi is the one who defeated the master in the Hundred Flowers Society, right?"

"Why ask." Nan Moyi didn't shy away from suspicion, anyway, she wasn't going to go to the Drunken Xiang Pavilion to go to the agreement with Cheng Ruoqing.

"My ink clothes are really getting more and more capable. "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", tsk. ”

Nan Moyi didn't know that since her poem was written, all the scholars and masters in the capital were all boiling, looking for the person who made the poem, and figuring out the artistic conception and meaning of the poem day and night.

It's a pity that this handsome boy has disappeared since he appeared in the Hundred Flowers Club! I can't help but be disappointed.

"It's not yours."

"Yiyi." The city chief weir suddenly called, Nan Moyi turned his head, and saw the broken depth in his eyes, "Have you changed your mind?" ”

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