The man dressed in white came against the light, even his hair was shining in the sun, his clothes were flying, and half a mask covering his face could not stop the dusty temperament, so he was a gentle and jade-like boy.

"His Royal Highness King Yan."

The shopkeeper hurriedly returned the silver.

"Today's side is even if I invite the girl."

Everyone in Kyoto knows that Luo Qianyu, the king of Yan, Luo Qianyu is beautiful, and the two armies are fighting with the enemy to provoke him, and Luo Qianyu fights with him in three moves to pick people off the horse.

One person led a thousand troops to wipe out the enemy and crown the king of Yan.

was in high spirits, but unfortunately he was poisoned and plotted.

The life was saved, but unfortunately it ruined the peerless face, so he often covered it with a mask.

But he is still a hero to the people who have left the country.

"It's hard to do business, so the store still has to keep the money."

Ning Xuan looked up and saw that the corners of the man's lips were slightly hooked, and his voice was soft and gave people a feeling of weakness, if Liyuan was the ice and snow in December, then he was the spring breeze in March.

"In Xia Luo Qianyu, I don't know if there is a fate for a light girl to get together in my house."

It stands to reason that she should have never seen this Yan King, but somehow she felt a little familiar in her heart.

Ning Xuan pondered for a moment and bowed slightly.

Yanwang Mansion

On the futon, the two sat opposite each other.

Luo Qianyu put the white smoke tea in front of Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan took a sip of the teacup, and put on the good dragon well.

Swallow it into your belly, leaving a faint sweet fragrance on the tip of your tongue.

He probably came to her so that she could watch him perform the tea ceremony, so let's take this sip of tea.

This tea is delicious, but the entrance is too bitter, and the tongue is dry after drinking.

It is a noble person's self-cultivation thing, she is a layman, and she loves wine.

Give her a tael of fragrant tea, it is better to have a pot of liquor brewed by the farmer.

Luo Qianyu raised his hand, his five fingers were slender and the bones were distinct, and he could clearly see the cold purple blood vessels under the skin.

Ning Xuan hurriedly held it, but he couldn't make any sound.

"You've got a throat injury, I'll tell you." Luo Qianyu clasped the edge of the mask with his five fingers and slowly took it off.

The breeze blew the boy's long hair and brought in a peach petal.

Leng Qianyu?

It was actually the Oiran of the Qinglou that day?

"We've already seen it." Luo Qianyu hooked his lips, but the smile had a cold smell.

Ning Xuan recalled that day in the Drunken Red Mansion, she and Jiang Yanshu made him beat his back all night.

couldn't help but feel a little weak, picked up the teacup and took a sip silently.

"The two girls really enjoy it, and they are not so tired from marching and fighting."

Ning Xuan put the cup too high, but there was no longer a drop of tea in the cup.

The man hooked his lips and smiled, and the wind blew off the peach petals on the ground.