Liang Pengfei nodded subconsciously and then suddenly stunned, his straight body was a little stiff, and he turned his face in disbelief and looked at the palace dancer. What he heard was Wu Nong's soft language in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, although the tone seemed to have changed a little, but the Wu style was still seeping into his bones.

"What's wrong with General Liang, is it because he is not satisfied with this girl?" Over there, the prince hugged a hot beauty, raised a glass and invited the king to drink, and his eyes seemed to notice the abnormality here. "This palace maid has just been trained, I'm afraid she doesn't know the rules very well, if the general is ......"

"It's nothing, it turns out that this little beauty's name is Qingcom? Not bad, it's really tasteful. Liang Pengfei smiled, his eyes were silver, his eyes were obscene, and his eyes were squinted to the extreme, even Wang Shouli, who was already pinching the waist of the beauty and secretly screaming cool.

"Since the two generals like it, how dare Xiao Wang not be sincere and benevolent, come and send the dancing girls who serve the two generals to the generals' bedrooms, don't be lazy." Ruan Bao laughed.

Wang Shouli and Liang Pengfei glanced at each other, and after thanking the prince, they were about to leave the table under the pretext of going back, Wang Shouli was hungry, although there are maids and maids these days, but where can they match the beauty brought by the prince today.

Liang Pengfei was suspicious, and wanted to go back and interrogate the comb who served him well, Liang Pengfei had always trusted his sixth sense, anyway, he felt that something didn't seem right.

Liang Pengfei walked back to his courtyard, and as soon as he arrived at the front of the house, he heard a faint cry, and couldn't help but slow down his steps slightly, and raised his hand to stop the white scholar and Monk Chen from trying to open their voices.

However, the people in the house had already heard the footsteps coming from the courtyard, and the sobbing sound stopped instantly, and the palace dancer who had just been sent to Liang Pengfei's courtyard appeared in front of Liang Pengfei, and saluted with a little panic and fear: "Slave and maid, comb, greet the general of the kingdom." ”

The palace dress on her body has been changed, but it is replaced by a water-green long skirt, which is a light green breast-wrapping inside, although it has a little more elegance and grace than Fang Cai, but it is still a tulle that can hardly hide the infinite spring.

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There is a hosta pinned to the cloud-like hair, and under the eyebrows like a spring mountain is a pair of deep and radiant eyes, but at this moment, it is delicate and misty in the spring mist, the small Qiong nose is slightly red, and the beautiful and tender lip shape makes people want to take a bite when they see it, but it makes people feel pity.

"Get up." Liang Pengfei looked at her twice, and walked straight into the room, after Monk Chen and the white scholar got Liang Pengfei's eyes, they automatically and consciously stayed outside, but the ghostly eyes and strange smiles of the two proved that they thought that Young Master Liang must be in a hurry.

"You just cried, why?" Liang Pengfei picked up the fragrant tea that the comb had carefully served, took a sip and asked lightly.

Hearing this, Qingcomb's delicate body couldn't help but stiffen, and quickly bent down to ask Liang Pengfei for guilt, and his hasty expression made Liang Pengfei feel bored for a while. "Okay, if I ask you, you can answer truthfully, and if there is any grievance, it doesn't hurt to say it. Although this official doesn't dare to say that he can call the shots for you, he can say a word or two. ”

"The slave is just worried that he will not serve the general well, so he has a relationship." Qingcomb's head was buried very low, and her hands were tightly gripping the placket of her clothes, and the hosta that trembled slightly in the green silk represented her mood.

Hearing this, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but shake his head, this little girl was afraid that she was worried that she would say the wrong thing and annoy herself. Since you don't want to say it, then I can always ask, right?

Liang Pengfei cleared his throat, making his voice more magnetic and elegant, so as not to scare the frightened little girl in front of him. "You're not a native of Annam, are you?"

Hearing this, Qingcomb's hand, which was originally rubbing the placket of his clothes, stiffened slightly, leaned lower, and responded in a voice not much louder than the snort of a mosquito. "The slave is Han."

"Hehe, in the country of Annan, there have been Han people who have migrated here since ancient times, there should be a lot of Han people, I don't know when your family moved to Annan, can you tell me?" Liang Pengfei saw Qingcomb open his mouth, and smiled secretly in his heart, this little girl can open her mouth.

He asked what he said, but he didn't get any answer, but on the floor paved with blue bricks, there was a splash of water, and pearl-like tears like broken threads hit the floor, which made Liang Pengfei stunned, he just asked such a sentence, neither teasing this little girl, nor moving his hands and feet, why did he cry?

"What are you doing here? I didn't hit you, I didn't scold you, I cried at me, am I so terrible? I can afford to hide if I can't mess with you, right? Monk, tell the prince to bring this woman back to me, I am not interested in this kind of woman who cries when she asks a word. Liang Pengfei's eyes rolled reverently, his face turned pale, and he shouted at the door.

Hearing this, Monk Chen promised loudly, walked into the room, and was so frightened that the comb quickly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Liang Pengfei again and again: "The general spares his life, the slave and maid go back like this, it is just a dead end, please be kind to the general and leave me behind." In a panic, he forgot even the self-title of the slave and maid.

Looking at the horror on the pretty face of the pear blossom with rain, the panicked expression like a frightened deer, and the tears that had not been wiped away on the pink and creamy face, Liang Pengfei, who has always been a self-proclaimed gentleman, couldn't help but reach out to wipe the tears from her cheeks for her.

Seeing Liang Pengfei's action, the comb body was stiff like an unearthed Jurassic fossil, but she didn't dare to move at all, lowered her thick long eyelashes, and let Liang Pengfei wipe the tears from the corners of her cheeks and eyes for her.

The warm big hand gently wiped the tears on her face, and after the initial shock passed, Qingcomb felt that the heat from the fingers seemed to penetrate from his cheeks to his heart, it seemed that this Qingguo general had no ill will towards him, could he not be interested in himself?

Love beauty is the instinct of a female surname, showing off beauty is also a female surname, although Qingcomb was very scared before, but now, she faintly feels a little lost.

Monk Chen rolled his eyes vigorously, pestle to the side like a wooden stake, and he didn't know whether he should follow Liang Pengfei's order just now to sneak this woman out, or if he had been standing here watching the young master reach out and touch this woman's face.

It feels really good, but Liang Pengfei, a rascal, at least remembers that he is a gentleman, although he is boasting, but he has to hypocritically maintain this disguise, coughed dryly, stood up, motioned for Na Qingshu to stand up and reply, and then gave Monk Chen out again.

"Stop crying?" Liang Pengfei took a sip of tea, and smiled at the comb a little narrowly, the pretty face that originally made Liang Pengfei's fingers brush and looked like a cloud was even more red at the moment, but she still nodded hard. At least she felt that her heart was no longer as flustered as Fang Cai.

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Syllable! The teacup in Liang Pengfei's hand flew out horizontally and smashed on the window lattice, shaking the window to gargle, the teacup shattered into pieces, fell to the floor and made a messy crisp sound again, Monk Chen and Bai Shusheng heard the strange sound coming from the house, the long knife on their waists was already out of the sheath, and they rushed into the room with a look of vigilance as if they were facing a great enemy.

However, the scene in the room made the two of them confused, the dancer who was sent by Ruan Bao was sitting on a chair and weeping and crying, while Liang Pengfei was walking indoors with a blue face, there was still a wet stain on the placket of his clothes, and there was a piece of porcelain, which really made the two people not understand why Liang Pengfei was so angry.

"It's okay, you stand down, stand guard at the door, no one is allowed to approach." Liang Pengfei waved his hand at the two of them and shouted in a deep voice.

Seeing that Young Master Liang was full of unhappiness, the two of them didn't dare to slack off, so they quickly retreated, standing outside the house with murderous eyes, and the warning eyes made the servants who were hiding in the distance and peeking this way so frightened that they fled from the distance.

"I can't imagine that the three Ruan brothers are still fucking capable, and they dare to treat their heroes like this, and they dare to treat us Han people like this." Liang Pengfei paused, looked at the ink painting hanging on the wall, and sneered. The coldness in his eyes, as well as the killing intent emanating from his body, even Qingcomb, who was in danger of entering the sad memories, couldn't help but shudder, and raised his black and moving autumn eyes with some fear, looking at this young and handsome Qing general.

"Get up, come on, take this comb girl to rest first." Liang Pengfei finally suppressed the anger that almost burst out, and after smiling lightly at Li Qingcomb, he called Yahuan and took her to the next room to rest.

At this time, Sun Shijie and Wu Liang, who also lived in this courtyard, seemed to have noticed the abnormality here and walked into Liang Pengfei's room. "What's the matter, sir? Why are you so annoyed, could it be that Prince Nguyen Bao who made you angry? After Sun Shijie walked into the room, he took the teacup from the trembling Yahuan's hand, handed it to Liang Pengfei, and asked Wen Yan.

He knew that although Liang Pengfei was young and ambitious, he did not have that kind of arrogance and domineering, whether it was himself and Wu Liang, or those ordinary soldiers, Liang Pengfei has always been kind to others, and rarely when he is angry, if he is angry, it must be a big deal.

(To be continued)