When the turtle slave walked away, she turned around and said with a shallow smile: "Two sons, please." ”

Looking closer at this moment, she felt more and more that the eyebrows of one of them were very familiar, the kind of familiarity that she hated, like in her memory, when Mu Wanqing first saw the demeanor of the palace night from afar, she hurriedly glanced at the pair of phoenix eyes she saw.

Zhuge Wuwei accompanies him, this person, will it be the night of the palace? Yun Jinghua secretly guessed, and was a little disgusted with the person in the purple brocade robe next to him because of Gong Mingye's ruthlessness and coldness towards Mu Bangqing, but there was still a light smile on his face.

Mo Ziqian looked at her smile, stunned, and suddenly felt that everything around her seemed to be quiet, leaving only a smile in front of her that was as fresh as lotus dew and as elegant as Mulan.

In a trance, he mistakenly thought that he was going out to go out and meet a beautiful woman, instead of "messing around" in a crowded green building.

It wasn't until he heard a crisp "bang" nearby, and he didn't know what fell to the ground and shattered, that he suddenly woke up, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Curled his lips and smiled, he picked up the wine glass and drank it elegantly, the already fragrant wine seemed to have a different taste because it was poured by a beautiful woman, and the aftertaste was endless.

Gong Mingye glanced at Yun Jinghua lightly, and he also had doubts in his heart, he couldn't understand how there could be such a beautiful and light woman in this kind of dirty place that can be called the most filthy place in the world, although she was in the Qinglou, she did not have the smell of wind and dust that other Qinglou women had, but there was a kind of arrogance that seemed to be Hanmei.

She behaves appropriately, seems to be respectful to people, but not as humble as other Qinglou women, she has a cold arrogance in her bones, like the green lotus in the pool, although it is out of the mud, it is slim, not stained with mud, and she is full of Qinghua.

Lowering his eyelashes, Gong Mingye thought to himself, came to Yunshang Pavilion today? Is it really today? If you just came, how could you be so calm?

On the side, seeing Yun Jinghua's smile, Qingye raised his eyebrows, and a trace of surprise crossed his eyes.

How can there be such a gentle side? The last time we met in Peach Blossom Mountain, I was full of anger and a posture of wanting to kill, if it weren't for the fact that there was no second person in this world, he would almost think that they were two unrelated people at all.

The turtle slave who went to the back hall quickly took two clean cups, Yun Jinghua took them with a light smile, put them on the table in front of him, and then poured two more cups, picked up one of them and came to Zhuge Wuwei, but did not cross the three-foot boundary that she had already heard of.

"Would this boy like to have a drink?" The corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and the light in her phoenix eyes was bright and clear, "This wine may not be as good as what Gongzi drinks on weekdays, but when you come to Yunshang Pavilion, Gongzi neither talks nor drinks, doesn't she feel bored?" ”

As she approached, Aoba subconsciously went into a state of alert, and he couldn't forget what happened last time in Peach Blossom Mountain.

It was the first time in his life that a woman could hurt him, again with a tree branch.

In his mind, he had classified her as a dangerous person.

It's uncertain, it's good at this time, maybe the next moment he will suddenly slash at his master, absolutely careless.

Zhuge Wuwei raised his eyes to look at the person who automatically kept a distance of three feet from him, his gaze stayed on that face for a moment, and then moved back to the white wine glass in the slender jade-like hand, and his clear phoenix eyes flashed a little dark.

Seeing that Yun Jinghua didn't seem to go crazy suddenly, his vigilance against her relaxed a little, and Aoba also lowered his eyes to look at the glass of wine, and sneered proudly in his heart.

What is she afraid of? She wants her glass of wine to keep her master and him silent about what she has seen, right? Hum! A glass of wine wants to seal the master and his mouth, she can't help but belittle the identity of the master too much, how can the master be the kind of person who will casually drink the wine of others, even if it is a toast on the saint today, the master may not ...... Hiss......