100. Chapter 100
The so-called Peach Blossom Festival has finally come to an end, and Rong Jinxiu, who is devoted to Jimo Yixuan, has been favored by Nan Xiaoye, and will soon marry Nandu.
"Yun'er."
As soon as Wan Qiyun stepped out of the Four Kingdoms Palace, he was stopped by Nan Xiaoche, and there was a forcibly suppressed anger in his eyes, as if she would ignite as soon as she was not careful.
"King Qing has something to ???"
Wan Qiyun looked at him indifferently with a smile in his eyes.
"Today's words on the stage, but who taught you ???"
Seeing the emperor and others walking towards the door, Nan Xiaoche asked in a low voice.
"Isn't King Qing such a person??? Wan Qiyun asked mockingly.
"Know this, this king ......"
"I don't know !!"
Interrupting him coldly, Wan Qiyun didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
"Xiaoyun, it's not ??? to go to Peach Blossom Fairy to taste tea"
Jimo Yihan carried the peach blossom folding fan, and stepped between the two of them in three steps and two steps, blocking Nan Xiaoche's sight.
"If you have a treat, you will go to !!"
Yanran smiled, and then saluted Nan Xiaoche and said, "If King Qing has nothing to do, Yun'er will leave first!! ”
After that, he left side by side with Jimo Yihan......
Walking on the road, there was a sudden pleasant noise.
It seems to be a scroll unfolding in front of me—
At dusk, the golden fiery clouds rolled and flowed, changing into different patterns.
Under the sky, there was a green meadow with horses running happily, and ......
The picture came to an abrupt end, and Wan Qiyun was a little unsatisfied, but found that except for her and Jimo Yihan, everyone else was indifferent to this foreign sound.
"Brother Yan Hui thought that he was in a hurry, so he urged us with Xiao Sheng!!"
Even Mo Yihan is also a little unsatisfied.
Feng Yanhui only plays the flute once in most of the year, and never blows the whole song.
When asked, he said, "This is a weapon, and the sound played should also be the sound of the Devil's Soul." ”
"The Peach Blossom Fairy is not far away, why does Xiao Sheng sound so ethereal???"
Seeing Wan Qiyun's curious look, Mo Yihan spread out his folding fan, and replied while shaking: "The sound transmission in the secret room is naturally ethereal!! ”
It was very self-satisfied.
"The sound of the secret room, is it only me who can hear it, and no one else can hear it???
Ancient martial arts are so powerful, it's no different from getting a phone!!
"En!!"
Jimo Yihan nodded, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly walked towards Peach Blossom Fairy.
"Brother Han......"
Wan Qiyun trotted after him, but saw him and a man in a green robe and a pink belt crowded at the gate, and the two of them childishly pushed me and me, fighting for the right to go first.
"Jimo Yihan, ???do you want to fight?"
Situ Ye stared at his peach blossom eyes and asked viciously.
"Fight it, this king will be afraid that you will not be able to pick a flower thief ??? this tasteless"
Even Mo Yihan was also ready to roll up his sleeves.
"You don't have a taste, you soft-footed shrimp who is not good at martial arts."
The two of them gave each other a hard push, and then they both walked out into the street where the crowd had left out.
Wan Qiyun couldn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
She really had never seen two adults in their twenties so naïve, and they were so naïve.
The action of pushing people is tacit, and the expression of anger is tacit.
And they all hold local peach blossom fans, and they hang peach blossom jade pendants around their waists.
"Dare to say that this king's martial arts are not proficient, you ugly monster is really underwhelming!!"
Jimo Yihan picked up an oil-paper umbrella and struck at Situ Ye.
"You little white face, you dare to say that my son is ugly, and my son wants to seek justice for his flower and moon appearance!!"
Not to be outdone, Situ Ye picked up the wooden flute sold on the side and knocked out the flying oil-paper umbrella.
The two jumped to their feet and threw punches at each other.