Before Ye Qinghuan could answer, Lan Ge flashed forward with a cold face: "The little county is going back to the Nine Kings' Mansion, why don't you give way quickly?" ”

As he spoke, the blue light sword in front of him was already slightly unsheathed, and the threat was self-evident.

"Heh......" The handsome boy smiled slightly, hugged his fists and said: "Under Muwei, he is a person from Mujiabao, and my master is the master of Mujiabao." This time, my master invited him, and there was no malicious intent, and he also asked the little county lord to investigate. ”

Mu Wei? Bath? Ye Qinghuan's first reaction was to laugh, but then his heart shook slightly, Mujiabao? What are you really afraid of?

Mu Qingmiao, the famous young castle master of Mujiabao, suddenly entered Beijing, and it is difficult to guarantee that it is not for her to compete in martial arts to recruit relatives!

Could it be that Uncle Nine Emperor guessed correctly, the person who had the marriage contract with her would really be Mu Qingmiao?

Thinking of this, Ye Qinghuan chuckled: "Lan Ge, since it was invited by the young lord of Mujiabao, why do we have to sell this face?" ”

Whether it's a person or a ghost, I only knew after seeing it, and she had to go this time.

Lan Ge had already been ordered by the Nine Emperor Uncles, and in the future, she would be Ye Qinghuan's person, and she swore allegiance to the death, so she immediately retreated: "Yes, little county lord." ”

"Mu Gongzi, lead the way." Yeqing smiled happily.

"Little county lord, please." Mu Wei still had a decent smile on his face, and after making a gesture of invitation, he led the way in front.

Soon, the group of three arrived at the door of a teahouse.

It is not an ordinary teahouse that Fang Qinghuan and Lan Ge went to, this teahouse is called 'Xiang Mingju', which is famous in the capital, and it is a place for literati to drink tea and play chess and learn from Wenmo.

"Little county lord, please." Mu Wei turned sideways and asked Ye Qinghuan to enter first.

Ye Qinghuan was not polite, took off the hat and handed it to Lan Ge on the side, and walked in with his hands in his hands.

There were no other guests in the Xiangming Curie, and it seemed that the scene was cleared by the arrival of Mu Qingmiao, a big man.

Surrounded by carved beams and paintings, the smell of books is full, elegant but does not lose the atmosphere, the text and ink are fragrant, and people have a fresh and pleasant feeling in body and mind.

"Little county lord, please, my master is waiting for the little county lord to come in the private seat." Another handsome boy appeared, standing at the top of the stairs waiting for Ye Qinghuan.

Although he didn't report himself, Qinghuan could see that he was by no means a thing in the pool, I am afraid that like Mu Wei, he was the right and left hand of Mu Qingmiao's side, and he was very important.

Because in the entire Xiangming House, except for the shopkeeper and Xiao Er, there are only Mu Wei and this man.

Presumably, there was only Mu Qingmiao in that seat, so Ye Qinghuan couldn't help but be curious about Mu Qingmiao, and she didn't know what this person who was rumored to be like a fairy looked like.

Could it really be a killer of thousands of girls?

"There is labor." Ye Qinghuan smiled faintly but detachedly, lifted her skirt and walked upstairs.

Soon, Ye Qinghuan, led by the two, came to the door of the private room with a slightly open door.

"I'm sorry, the girl can't go in."

When Lan Ge was about to walk into the private room with Ye Qinghuan, he was stopped by Mu Wei reaching out.

Lan Ge's eyes suddenly turned cold: "I won't leave the little county lord's side!" ”

For Lan Ge, Mujiabao is worth a fart, no more than a word from the Nine Emperor Uncles.

"I'm sorry." Mu Wei was still blocking the door, obviously not accommodating, but the smile on his face was still as warm as the wind.

This kind of soft obstruction made Ye Qinghuan smile a little, but he also admired Mujiabao's style - there must be a master with the same demeanor, and only then can there be such a person.