Ah Sleeve flattened the girl's Erlang legs, and said helplessly: "Miss, you have forgotten the rules again." ”

  The little girl rolled her eyes, tilted her toes, and before she could lift them, she was knocked off by Ah Sleeve again, and she snorted: "The taste of Song Guo is still in line with me." ”

  Da Liang things, although I have eaten them for two years, they are still not as delicious as the things of the Song Kingdom, and even this tea is not as good.

  So, like a little hamster, the little girl took a sip comfortably.

  Ah Sleeve had a black line on his face: "When the slave maid sees Miss, she is thirsty, so she is like this." ”

  Bai Ji puffed out her cheeks obediently, pretending not to hear Ah Sleeve's muttering.

  After staying in the teahouse for a while, looking at the scenery of the streets of Chang'an, the little girl retracted her gaze, patted her sleeves, got up, and walked out the door.

  There were several maids at the door dressed in uniform white clothes, with white veils hanging on their ears, foreign costumes, with a solemn sense of mystery, they waited respectfully outside, and when they saw the door opened, they bent their knees in the same way, and saluted: "Holy Maiden." ”

  A uniform painting style.

  Bai Xi didn't like this high-profile and stylish form, frowned slightly, pretended not to know, covered her face, and was about to run out with her sleeves, and the maid ran behind her as soon as she ran.

  Bai Ji: "......"

  Seems to be more high-profile, huh?

  Adhering to the habit of Da Liang, he should wear a unique hat when he goes out, and the white veil covers his face, which is hazy and unreal.

  The girl led the group and quietly returned to the post station where the envoys of Da Liang rested.

  And after she left, in the box next door, the man tapped the chess pieces slightly, and his eyes fell on the figures below.

  Qi Xiang was a little puzzled why Fu Jingyan kept looking down, he subconsciously followed it, and saw a familiar figure, his eyes narrowed, and then he lit up, grabbed the sleeve of the man next to him, and said excitedly: "Ah Yan, it's a white girl!" ”

  The man withdrew his gaze faintly, and then silently landed a son on the chessboard.

  "Seriously."

  The shallow tone made Qi Xiang feel a little incredible: "Aren't you going to look for her?" ”

  Fu Jingyan lowered his eyes slightly, his slender fingers picked up another chess piece, he was filled with the heat of the tea on the table, his thin lips opened lightly, with an indescribable emotion: "The child has grown up." ”

  "Now is not the time to meet."

  He casually watched the chess game.

  In the past two years, in order to buy more time for Bai Xi, so that Bai Xiang can have enough power to protrude, he rarely made a move to balance the court behind his back, and persuaded the loyal ministers in the court to think that it was a snake, and he was afraid that the white girl would have a psychological burden, so he entered the imperial tomb and took away the emperor who had not completely breathed.

  But now, the person that Twilight was thinking about was right under his nose, and he was calmer than anyone else, as if he didn't know anyone.

  Qi Xiang didn't know what to say, he could only hold his forehead, feeling that Fu Jingyan, a man who was as indifferent as water, was not something he could understand, with all kinds of restraint in his bones, and his reason was to the extreme.

  Sometimes, Qi Xiang especially wanted to know what would happen to such a person to break his reason and collapse like crazy.

  Fu Jingyan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and the light in his eyes went out: "It's your turn." ”