"Second prince, the southern prince is here......" The attendant walked to Optimistic's side, leaned closer, and reported in a low voice, he got up slightly, hesitated a little, and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Optimism raised his eyelids, glanced at him slightly, his slender fingers pinched the white porcelain teacup, the aroma of tea mixed with the mist curled up, and the mist was in front of him, blurring the emotions in his eyes.

"He also brought a woman, who should be his princess."

Optimistic picked up the teacup and wanted to drink, but when he heard the waiter's words, he paused, and raised his eyes to look outside the pavilion.

This pavilion was discovered by Optimistic when he and several of his subordinates went out to survey the terrain, and it was located on a low peak between Qi Beicheng and the military camp where he was stationed. The pavilion is not big, but it is designed beautifully, and it is very comfortable to sit here and enjoy the view.

Outside the pavilion, there is a bluestone paved path that winds up along the low peak, and looking down from the optimistic sitting position, you can clearly see that not far away, a man in a dark robe with a long figure and a petite woman walked along the bluestone path.

"Fu Moyu and his princess?" Optimism lowered his eyes, unhurriedly sent the teacup over, took a sip, the bitter taste of the tea spread on the tip of his tongue, he hooked his lips, and his expression was a little colder.

"Prince Fu is really courageous."

The attendant brought Fu Moyu and Nie Linyu in, and he didn't get up optimistically, he only glanced at it lightly, his fair and slender fingers pinched the teacup and gently put it in front of the table, his posture was elegant and noble.

Optimistic and coldly hooked his lips: "Prince Fu not only dared to go to my appointment single-handedly, but also brought a weak woman from the princess over, and he was not afraid that there would be no return?" ”

"Does the second prince dare?" Fu Moyu pulled Nie Linyu to sit at the stone table, just face-to-face with optimism, his tone was neither light nor serious, plain but with a sense of provocation.

Obviously he was invited over, but his expression was indifferent as if he was the master, picked up the teacup, added a cup of tea to Nie Linyu, and added another cup to himself.

Nie Linyu sat next to Fu Moyu, holding the tea that Fu Moyu poured for her, and didn't drink it, just quietly watched him and the optimistic back and forth in the dark.

Fu Moyu took a slow sip of tea, her fine eyelashes narrowed slightly, and she raised it again. He casually put down the teacup, casual and extravagant, even if the momentum was restrained, it could not be ignored, just a glance over, it made people feel frightened.

Optimistically, the fingers pinching the edge of the teacup clenched, and his calm voice was gloomy and cold: "You're not afraid that I will poison you?" ”

Nie Linyu also took a sip of tea, the bitterness of the entrance made her frown slightly, put down the teacup, she looked directly at the optimistic and cold eyes, not half timid: "The second prince said that he laughed." ”

Optimism does not dare.

Once something happens to Fu Moyu and Nie Linyu here, Li Xian will immediately attack with the army, optimistic that he still lost on the previous battlefield, the general trend has gone, and he is powerless to resist at all. Moreover, once the war resumes, it will be the Jiangbei Kingdom that will suffer even greater losses, and the lord of the Jiangbei Kingdom will not allow optimism to do so.

In other words, in this pavilion, Fu Moyu is safe and sound, and optimism can be safe and sound.

This truth, how can optimism not be clear, it is precisely because it is clear, so he hates it even more.

Optimism had green tendons on the back of his hand, and there was a small crack on the wall of the teacup in his hand, Optimism didn't exert any more force, he gritted his teeth, staring at Nie Linyu's beautiful and beautiful face, which was indifferent and even vaguely arrogant, almost the same as Fu Moyu.

Optimistic and angry: "It is worthy of Princess Fu, such courage is very out of the reach of a woman." He turned his eyes to look at Fu Moyu again, "Prince Fu really married a good princess, and this prince is ashamed of himself." ”

"The second prince praised it falsely." Perhaps it was Fu Moyu's casual indifference that affected Nie Linyu, the little nervousness in her heart when she just came over disappeared at this time, but she became more and more calm and calm, and she accepted optimistic words without saltiness.

"The princess is really modest." Optimism almost gritted his teeth to squeeze out the words, his face was very heavy, the light and shadow in his eyes were dark, and the cold and cold eyes were like poisonous snakes in the dark, and he said to Fu Moyu word by word, "Lord Fu, the defeat in this battle is just my carelessness, if it weren't for ......" read for a long time

Optimism paused, his complexion changed, slightly restrained the cold look on his face, and snorted coldly: "If there is a next time, the person who wins may not necessarily be Lord Fu." ”

Fu Moyu's eyes drooped slightly, as if he had never looked optimistic from beginning to end, he was playing with a white porcelain teacup in his hand, his fingers were slender, and his finger bones were born very beautifully, like jade finely carved, lined with the refined teacup, more like a work of art.

"Boom."

The teacup was placed on the stone table, and a slight sound echoed through the slightly stagnant air.

Fu Moyu was still bland: "The second prince has that opportunity, let's talk about it." ”

He got up, his posture was as tall as a bamboo, and he was condescending: "If the second prince is fine, this king will leave first." ”

didn't care about the optimistic reaction, took Nie Linyu's hand, the shape of the almost perfect lip flap moved slightly, and threw a sentence: "The second prince doesn't need to send it, say goodbye." ”

Optimistic and cold-eyed, he watched Fu Moyu leave with Nie Linyu Shi Shiran, sitting in his position without moving, his expression calmed down, his expression was faint, but in his eyes, there were lights and shadows, and the yin owl was vicious that could not be hidden.

"Fu Moyu." The words were clear, and the voice was soft, floating in the air, and quickly dissipated.

At the same time, the teacup in his hand shattered completely.

The bitter tea is fragrant, and the table is full of messes.

Nie Linyu followed behind Fu Moyu, slightly half a step behind.

"Lord Wang." Nie Linyu looked at Fu Moyu's back, his delicate eyebrows twisted, and after hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "What is the second prince of Jiangbei asking you for this time?" ”

Although Nie Linyu didn't say a few words, she saw the edge between Fu Moyu and optimism, that optimism, obviously didn't have any good intentions, and asked Fu Moyu to come over, just to be ridiculed for a few words?

Fu Moyu thought about it and frowned: "It should be unwilling." ”

Optimistic and heavy-minded, and cunning and ruthless, if it weren't for his preparations, he might not have won this time. The emperor of Jiangbei was unwilling to increase his losses and send troops, otherwise, how could he give up easily. It's just this appointment......

Fu Moyu pondered, suddenly stopped, and suddenly turned around-

"Lin Yu?!"

Behind him, the winding bluestone path was empty, and there was no one left.

Fu Moyu's eyes were cold, and he hurried back with his internal strength, and summoned someone over: "The princess has been kidnapped, go find it, and don't let go of a nearby place!" ”

“…… Be. ”

Fu Moyu's hand tightened, and the letter paper in his hand was turned into a fragment by internal force.

I searched almost all the places, but there was no news from Nie Linyu.

Fu Moyu's always plain eyes sank, and the dark waves were surging in the depths of the darkness, gloomy, cold, with a trace of imperceptible anxiety.