Beiming leisurely picked up the tea bowl on the table, lifted the lid to his mouth and took a sip, and slowly put the tea bowl back.

Dongyang was still waiting for Beiming to pick up his words, but the people didn't care about it at all, so he grabbed another tea bowl aggrievedly, drank all the tea in it in two sips, and smacked his lips: "The water you have here is still delicious." Bring me some when I get back later. ”

Beiming stretched out his right hand in front of Dongyang, and spread his palm upward: "Money." ”

Dongyang put the tea bowl back on the table heavily: "Are you embarrassed to ask me for money?"

"My brother still settles accounts. ”

Dongyang also spread his palms upward: "Then you give the tea money you owe me first." ”

Beiming turned his face and looked in the direction that Su Nanxing left: "You say, will they fight?

Dongyang knocked on the table: "Tea money." ”

Beiming complained with a sad face: "Alas, if I don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive, I have to support my daughter-in-law and son, I am poor." ”

Dongyang is called a grievance: "It's great to have a daughter-in-law? It's great to have a son? I have to give birth to a string of sons next year." ”

Beiming was amused by him: "Do you think that giving birth to a son is like making a gourd? ”

Dongyang looked at him with a strange smile: "Have you noticed that you talk a lot again." ”

Beiming was a little stunned for a while.

He was originally dull, and when several people met in the past, he basically couldn't speak, and he could even sit motionless all day without even saying a word.

Why did you talk so much later?

It should be that Nanxing once invited himself to discuss the matter of water alone, but when he arrived, Nanxing was busy dealing with the ministers, so he asked him to take him to the tea pavilion in the garden to sit down.

It stands to reason that with an identity like himself, no matter which realm he goes to, he should be respected as a guest, and it is not his turn to wait in the garden.

It's just that I like to be quiet, I really don't want to have too much contact with others, I would rather sit alone in the tea pavilion, meditate, or wander, it is a kind of enjoyment.

Just as he was emptying himself, a woman fell from a tree not far away.

She didn't know if she was stunned, or she wasn't awake at all, she lay on the ground and looked at the branches, and it took a while to stand up with the trunk, rubbing the sore place with one hand, and muttering: "It's falling down again." ”

The word "again" made Beiming curious.

He was born cautious, let alone falling from a tree, let alone letting him climb a tree, he refused, so he couldn't understand the woman in front of him, how could she "fall again"?

The woman limped towards the teahouse, and Beiming became cramped.

The one who can appear here should be Nanxing's woman, and she has to avoid it for a reason.

However, the tea pavilion is surrounded by water on three sides, and only in the direction where the woman came there is a thin and narrow wooden bridge, and if I leave from there, I will inevitably collide with her head-on, and won't it be even more embarrassing at that time?

Perhaps driven by curiosity, Beiming forgot that he could wade away from the water, and he didn't have to worry about bumping into it.

Because of the angle, the woman walked across the small bridge, stepped into the gazebo and found that there were people inside, and exclaimed: "You... Who are you?"

"The Southern Star Emperor invited me to discuss the matter. Beiming lowered his head, worried that he had seen something that he shouldn't have seen and caused unnecessary trouble to this woman.

The woman's tone sounded very casual, without the slightest respect for the Southern Star Emperor: "What about others?"

"Deal with the Minister at the front. ”

Although Beiming was both curious and wondering, what did such a woman who didn't sound like she didn't take the Southern Star Emperor in her eyes looked like?

But he still kept his head down, his eyes fixed on the tips of his shoes, and restrained his curiosity.

In the afterglow, the woman moved, limped to sit opposite him, rubbed her waist on both sides with both hands, and hissed from her mouth, which sounded like she had fallen lightly.

After rubbing it for a while, the woman seemed to remember that she hadn't introduced herself yet, and said, "My name is Youmeng, and I'm from Nanxing..."

Half of the words made Beiming even more curious, the name "Dream" didn't sound like the person above.

Who the hell is she from Nanxing?

Why is she so spitting?

Could it be that there is some shady deal between her and Nanxing?

Youmeng opened her mouth, and she could clearly feel that she was depressed: "I am Nanxing's maid. ”

Beiming's face was calm and waveless, and his heart turned over the river and the sea.

He and the Southern Star Emperor have known each other for a long time, and the two have many things in common.

For example, neither of them has a maid in the room, and the people who usually serve each other are basically men, and they will not let women get close at all.

When did Nanxing get a roommate?

Moreover, as a maid in the room, there is no awe of his master between words, and he can still wander around, it seems that there is something inside.

Before Bei Ming could figure it out, Nan Xing's voice came: "She is my daughter-in-law." ”

The impact of this sentence is too great.

As an emperor, Beiming knows how heavy the meaning of the word "daughter-in-law" is.

Now Nanxing casually said that this woman was his daughter-in-law, and he was not afraid that Xiling would kill her?

Bei Ming jerked his head up and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that the Emperor of the Southern Star was dressed in red, like a raging fire, walking here from the small bridge.

Beiming stood up and greeted: "Nanxing, don't come unharmed." ”

In the afterglow, the woman who called herself Youmeng was still sitting quietly, but her body changed direction, and she should also be looking at Nanxing.

"Long time no see. ”

Nanxing replied politely, walked straight to Youmeng's side and sat down, stretched out his hand to rub the place where she fell, and counted it down: "Fell from the tree again? How many times have I said that you should not sleep on the tree, the bed as big as the dormitory can't lie down on you?" and secretly ran out again, I can see you clean up well. ”

Beiming's gaze moved with Nanxing, and he saw everything in his eyes, and he was so shocked in his heart, is this still the Nanxing Emperor who is not close to women?

Take the initiative to rub a woman?

Besides, Nanxing usually doesn't like to talk much, and at this moment he is obviously a good man who is both angry and distressed.

This image really subverted his perception of him.

Yumeng replied weakly, "It's boring, and it's hot. ”

It was inconvenient for Beiming to look directly at Youmeng, so he could only look at her quietly with his peripheral vision.

In terms of appearance, she is not the top, but the indescribable seductive aura on her body is something she has never seen.

Beiming felt his heartbeat speed up a little, and secretly reminded himself that this was on the territory of Nanxing, that was the woman of Nanxing, what was she thinking?

stared nervously at Nanxing's expression, for fear that he would find out that he was wrong, but fortunately, his attention was on Youmeng at this moment: "Feel hot, let the maid prepare an ice basin for you, what does it look like to climb up the tree all the time." ”

"It's so boring. ”