The green smoke curls up, rising upwards, setting off the nine-story tower of the scattered flower building like a fairyland.

Hong Xuanji confidently looked at the peerless beauty in front of him, his slender and powerful knuckles seemed to be controlling the flow of all the power in the world, and he was forming an extremely special fist intent.

As the youngest martial saint in today's Daqian, and the most valued capable minister around the emperor, he is not a vain person.

Whether it is leading troops to fight, fighting alone or scheming, it can be said that it is not much to overwhelm his peers.

There are also rumors in the court that Emperor Daqian will soon give Hong Xuanji a marquis.

Since the founding of the Great Qian, there has not been a single Hou with a different surname.

This was unprecedented, and as soon as the news was released, the entire government and the opposition were shaken.

A twenty-four-five-year-old Hou Ye, a young martial saint, what kind of concept is this?

Although Hong Xuanji married a wife two years ago, in this era, it is the ability of a good man to have three wives and four concubines.

The poor cannot even get a wife.

As long as Hong Xuanji reveals the slightest thought, there will be an unknown number of palace nobles and wealthy businessmen in the entire Yujing City who are in a hurry to marry their daughters in the boudoir to him.

Even if they put money upside down, they are willing.

After all, after waiting for Hong Xuanji to become a marquis, even if she is one of his concubines, she is also the lady of the Great Qianhou Mansion, and her status is suddenly higher than I don't know.

So today's Hong Xuanji, his words are full of confidence and absolute certainty.

He didn't believe that there were still women in this world who would reject him, and in the depths of his soul, he had already looked down on Meng Bingyun by a point.

In his eyes, saying a thousand things and ten thousand, the peerless beauty in front of him is also an oiran in the Scattered Flower Building, just a geisha.

He consciously took the initiative to redeem himself for the other party, and also put forward the willingness to ask for marriage, which was already a bit humiliating to his identity.

"Young Master Hong, what do you mean by this?"

However, at this moment, he saw Meng Bingyun push back this redemption contract.

The plain white knuckles were slightly caressed, but a trace of tranquility on his face was slowly disappearing.

"Bingyun, although the Scattered Flower Building is quiet, it is still the land of fireworks and willows, I don't want you to stay in this kind of place all the time."

Seeing this, Hong Xuanji's heart moved slightly, but his words did not reveal anything else:

"I want to take you away, I want to marry you."

He looked at Meng Bingyun sincerely, without any retreat or wavering in his eyes, just like his fist intent, immense.

Whew!

The smoke of incense that rose gradually solidified at this moment, as if it had been stilled by a heavy force.

"Hong Gongzi, don't laugh, the little girl is from a cheap background, how can she be worthy of you."

Meng Bingyun's eyes were already indifferent at this time, but his words were still calm.

"When I enter my Hong family, although I can't be a wife, I will also be the wife of the Hou Mansion in the future, how can I say that I am cheap?"

Hong Xuanji continued to speak, as if he was dreaming of a beautiful vision for the future with Meng Bingyun.

However, Meng Bingyun did not say another word at this time.

The atmosphere around him fell silent.

"Bingyun, are you unwilling?"

Hong Xuanji looked at the other party's expression, and felt that he was a little anxious for a while, so his words eased slightly.

In the past three months, he has spent almost a lot of money to climb to the top of this scattered flower building, just to meet Meng Bingyun.

Although I just listened to the other party play a song and left every time, the trace of love and strong possessiveness in my heart became more and more profound.

He didn't believe that there were still women in the world who would reject him, and he didn't believe that the other party was not tempted.

"At the end of the song, Mr. Hong, please go back, your wife is still waiting for you at home."

However, after the tea, Meng Bingyun shook his head slightly, didn't even look at Hong Xuanji, and his tone also carried a hint of inexplicability.

Especially when he said the word "Mrs.", there was also a very slight contempt.

"Ice clouds... You..."

"Hongluan, send off."

How could Hong Xuanji not hear this subtle emotion, but when he was about to speak again, he heard Meng Bingyun's words.

Behind the curtain stepped a girl in her early teens, looking at him playfully, and making a "please" gesture.

He had seen this little girl a few times, and every time the other party appeared, it was also the end of the song.

But this time, Hong Xuanji didn't want to leave.

"Bingyun, do you have any trouble? On the Madame's side, I will go and tell her that although I can't give you the name of my wife, I will protect you from any prejudice at home. ”

Although Hong Xuanji's words were still peaceful, there were rays of brilliance in his eyes, and his body began to vibrate slightly, as if he was releasing his own power.

Although he is not a Yanei, the arrogance and conceit in his heart are not at all comparable to that group of children who have inherited the shadow of their ancestors.

It is unprecedented, and this appeal was rejected.

It has always been him who has been admired by beauties and took the initiative to come to the door, whether it is the current wife or the rest of the mistresses in the dark.

Moreover, the status of those women is either the saintess of the Daluo Sect, or the future head of the Yaochi Sect.

Even today's Daqian, the delicate wife of a prince, took the initiative to secretly send Qiu Bo to him.

Meng Bingyun is just a scattered flower building Oiran, how dare he refuse him?

For a while, the young and vigorous Hong Xuanji was already a little angry.

He looked at Meng Bingyun's eyes, and there was also a coercion, incomparably domineering heart, and he rose up in an instant.

If you promise today, you have to promise, and if you don't promise, you have to promise!

Tear and pull!

There was a heavy fist intent in the air, as if a huge roulette wheel had jumped out of the void, slowly turning.

The sudden wind swept through Meng Bingyun's hair and blew her eyes.

The power of the middle stage of the Martial Saint burst out from in front of Hong Xuan's body so unabashedly!

However, at this moment, all the pressure that Meng Bingyun encountered around him was stunned.

A little girl in her early teens took a step towards her and stood in front of her.

The grinding meaning, the mighty fist, was all blocked by this little girl in an instant.

"Sister Saint has let you go, why are you still puffing out your eyes here?"

Hongluan crossed his waist and stood firmly opposite Hong Xuanji, his tone a little curious.

She didn't know why this man suddenly had to bulge his eyes so wide.

And there is a feeling of displeasure around them.

So, Hongluan subconsciously stretched out his hand and nodded towards Hong Xuanji.

The white little finger was light and soft, and it didn't seem to have any strength.

But at this moment, Hong Xuanji found that everything in his sight had completely disappeared!

Boom Boom!

The air was extracted into nothingness at this moment, and the light, color, sound and shadow were empty in an instant!

In his line of sight, he only saw this white and tender finger, which was pointing towards him at an unstoppable speed!

"How is that possible?!"

Hong Xuanji only felt that there was no way to retreat in the ten directions, and his body in the middle stage of the Martial Saint couldn't move at all!

It seems that there is an invisible field, and when the other party stretches out his hand, he is completely enveloped!

"Bang!"

At the last moment, he only had time to lift his palms up, and he felt that he was crossed by a heavy ancient sacred mountain, and the whole person was pointed out of the nine-story pavilion, towards the street a few miles or dozens of miles away, and crashed into it!

Boom Boom!

It was as if he had turned into a huge cannonball, and it was thrown out of the scattered flower building, rushing far away.

Brush it!

Dust wanders, smoke rises.

This scene was extremely powerful, and the Sanhualou was concerned by everyone at this time, and as soon as it happened, it was noticed by everyone.

"Look! The roof exploded! ”

"What a clumsy eye! Someone was thrown out! ”

"Huh? What does that person look like? Seems a lot like... Hong..."

"Hong Xuanji! Isn't that the powerful minister who has been rumored to be a marquis lately? ”

"He was thrown from the roof of the Scattered Flowers?"

"Go check it out!"

For a while, some people with strong eyesight and no weaker cultivation status saw the Hong Xuanji who seemed to have been thrown out on the top of the scattered flower building.

They chased all the way, and saw that in the north of the city, there was an open space in front of the door of the drunken and non-returning building, and a huge human-shaped pit was smashed out at this time.

In the dust, no one got up for a long time.

"He fainted!"

"Quick! Catch it up and take a look! ”

Rushing to see the lively group of people, they were about to pick up Hong Xuanji, but they found that the drunk not far away did not return to the building, and suddenly a young and handsome man walked out.

Looks dressed up, seems to be the shopkeeper of this restaurant.

"Everyone, I'll come."

The young shopkeeper suddenly raised his hand with one hand, and Hong Xuanji, who had been smashed deep into the ground, hung up straight and straight.

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