Jun Yan's sentence "If you are not convinced, you will fight back", which made everyone present cry and laugh.

Because when he said this, he actually understated it, and it seemed that he was very good at talking. But the question is, who can say such things indifferently?

Well, two kinds of people.

One is a fool who owes a beating, and the other is a big guy who wants to beat you.

Jun Yan undoubtedly belongs to the second type.

So after a stick of incense, Yun Jingyue was unexpectedly thrown off the stage, and the broken folding fan in his hand followed closely and smashed on his head.

is the so-called feng shui in turns, how beautiful he was in Tianyun in the past, and how embarrassed he is in the audience at the moment.

There are many eyes and ears, and there is much authority.

But this is not counted here in Jun Yan.

Not only did he not count, but he also lazily stroked the purple clothes, encouraged, and sincerely invited you to call him back.

In this regard, the cloud frightened moon flower standing in the audience lost color and gritted her teeth.

God knows Jun Yan's words, but he was so angry that the bag on his head that was smashed by the folding fan turned even redder.

Hit back?

I'm afraid I'm not going to be beaten by you again!

I'm not a fool, who are you shabby?

Seriously, it's not like he hasn't resisted, but if the resistance is useful, will he still be so embarrassed?

So, he finally got a disdainful look from Jun Yan, with a mockery of bells and whistles.

But what can he do as a private fight?

Take a group of people to fight Jun Yan?

Yun Jingyue: "......"

Yes, Sima Zizhan once reminded him that whoever Emperor Zhao provokes this day, don't mess with the evil star in front of him.

Now he believes.

He was very sorry for his ignorance and inflatedness.

Well, Zi Zhan, you are really the most loyal and thoughtful strategist in this palace.

Reuse, must be reused in the future!

On the high platform, Sima Zizhan frowned slightly, looking at Yun Jingyue's eager eyes, and suddenly felt a little sick to his stomach.

He was even thinking about a question, was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince beaten too hard by his master and hit him stupid?

On the other side, Qiao Le, as the chief melon-eating crowd, was watching everything up close.

She perfectly attested Yun Jingyue from retreating, to being beaten, to a free fall, and getting off the stage perfectly.

In one word, miserable!

Two words, deserved!

Because don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced, and recruit thunder!

Seeing Jun Yan Desheng returning, Qiao Le immediately greeted him with a smile, his eyes full of admiration and admiration for his good brother.

Not to mention, compared to Yun Jingyue, Jun Yan is really not annoying at all.

How to look at it, how to be clear-eyed.

Looking at Qiao Le, who was smirking at him, Jun Yan raised his hand and pointed at Feng Ling and the others over there. In those phoenix eyes, there was a smile.

Jun Yan: "Aren't you destined for them?" ”

Looking at Jun Yan's smile, Qiao Le's brain buzzed!

Yes, she, how did she patronize and watch the excitement, and almost forgot to see the leeks?

Qiao Le: "Then, I'll come when I go, you wait for me, I'll come when I go......"

Jun Yan: "Okay. ”

looked at the girl in front of him lifting her skirt and running away, her face full of joy. The young man's extremely handsome face was filled with helplessness.

But in this helplessness, there was a trace of pampering that even he didn't notice.

Because he felt that Qiao Le's happiness was really simple.

Not for fame, not for profit, plain, but also fulfilling.

"Let Yun Jingyue give up those four people."

In Sima Zizhan's ears, Jun Yan's indifferent voice sounded.

And he also smiled and nodded, and said "obey" to Jun Yan in the air.

Yes, as long as the master is happy, everything is not a problem.