At this time, Zhao Chen can no longer be described as having a bad look.

She looked at Wei Guogong coldly, the handle of the blade in her sleeve had already slid into the palm of her hand, and killing intent gradually appeared in her eyes.

What kind of catastrophe will be caused once her identity is revealed, she knows better than anyone else, for her own little life-

She tightened her grip on the blade a few more times.

"Don't worry, the old man will be tight-lipped about this matter." Wei Guogong smiled without realizing it and said, "You should know that the old man could have benefited silently, and neither His Majesty nor you would be suspicious. ”

Zhao Chen urged the exercises to let go of the five senses that had been suppressed on weekdays to the greatest extent.

As the scents and sounds of the neighborhood continued to echo, a perfect extinguishing plant gradually took shape in her mind.

But before that, you have to determine the location of the eldest lady.

"I should thank you, or—" she smiled brightly, "I'm afraid I'll have to be a fool even if I die." ”

Wei Guogong raised his face and scolded: "Nonsense! What doesn't die? The old man knows that you can't wipe your face, but there is a truth to tell you..."

After hearing that the servant was going to bring food to the eldest lady, he also figured out how to give the old man a good time.

Zhao Chen's eyes froze, and the short blade gradually became cold-

"It's really nothing to like men!" Wei Guogong's expression was very serious.

Zhao Chen was simply stunned, and he didn't care about it, he hurriedly knocked his right hand with his left hand, which was half a beat slower than his brain, and his breath that was ready to go was suddenly chaotic, and he even shook his body.

"You, what did you say?"

The old man only panicked when she was poked at the center, and couldn't help but reprimand angrily: "It's useless!" Who hasn't had a youthful absurdity? What's so unsightly! ”

His white eyebrows were raised high, and he was a little flying: "Besides, the old man was like you when he was young, as long as the skin is good-looking, it doesn't matter if he is a man or a woman!" ”

Zhao Chen resisted the urge to stab him to death, gritted his teeth and asked, "You guys are doing this game... Just because I think I'm broken?! ”

"Don't think about it, the old man has no intention of squeezing you."

While Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel helpless.

You know, just now, it was only a little bit of a mistake, and this dead old man would have her neck wiped out!

She calmed down for a while before she said angrily: "You got the benefits, and you slipped back today, and you still told me what to do?" Aren't you afraid that I will visit you? ”

Wei Guogong's eyes were full of love, and he said with a smile: "My girl is still a little tender, you know, how can there be an impermeable wall in this world?" ”

"Your kid has always been lively, and he is a master who has a grudge and does not stay overnight, rather than waiting for you to figure it out yourself, it is better to take the initiative to find out this matter with you." He smiled and pushed the wine glass towards Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows disappreciatively: "You don't want to send me away like this, do you?" ”

"Of course not, the old man invited you here mainly to negotiate a deal with you-"

After an unknown secret conversation, the old and the young looked at each other with satisfaction, and then they both raised their glasses as if nothing had happened before.

After three rounds of drinking, the servant came to report, saying that someone from Wuwangfu had come to pick up Zhao Chen.

Refusing Wei Guogong's enthusiastic send-off, Zhao Chen walked out silently.

Although this trip was not very pleasant, the harvest was not small.

This Wei Guogong is an old man in the end, and his mind is very transparent, not only exchanged the benefits of using her to deceive her and divided half of her property, but also gave her another thing, which she has been thinking about for a long time.

And, a good deal that can be called crazy!

This also made her completely extinguish the desire to look for trouble.

Just when she was in a better and better mood, Meng Yong's voice suddenly came from a distance.

She was stunned at first, then stopped and pondered for a moment before suddenly squinting her eyes and laughing.

When Meng Yong and Han Feng saw her from a distance, her bright eyes were already hazy, and her feet were swaying three times, and she looked so drunk that she couldn't find the north.

Han Feng hurriedly stepped forward to support her, looking up and down anxiously, until he was sure that this person was just drunk, and his hanging heart was not put down.

Meng Yong slowly loosened his tense brows, returned to his old look, and said softly: "Let's go back earlier, the palace is still thinking about Prince Wu!" ”

Zhao Chen seemed to be attracted by his voice, glanced at him blankly, suddenly pushed Han Feng away, and pounced with a stupid smile.

Just because of a moment of hesitation, Meng Yong couldn't dodge it, and was hung on her whole body.

"You're so good-looking!" She grabbed Meng Yong's wrist tightly, leaned her head against his chest, and chuckled, "It's like the girl in the painting—"

Meng Yong's face was instantly difficult to see, and it was incomprehensible.

Especially when he noticed that the other party's other hand was slowly touching his waist.

He hurriedly clamped the strange hand, and at the same time said in a deep voice: "General Han! Why don't you hurry up and open your highness! ”

Han Feng's mouth was wide open, his eyes were filled with horror, and at that moment, he clearly saw Zhao Chen making a code, and the meaning of the code was: Don't meddle!

"The end, the end will not dare!" Han Fengsheng said with a red face.

Meng Yong's brows furrowed, Su Yan was still waiting outside the Xiangwang Mansion to answer, and it was not good for him to do it in front of Han Feng...

Looking at Zhao Chen, who was blushing in his arms, full of alcohol, and extremely dishonest, he calmly took out a free hand, grabbed the back collar of the other party, and walked briskly towards the Wuwang Mansion with a half-dragging face.

Zhao Chen's breath was suffocated, and while he made meaningless syllables one after another, he waved his two hands more and more dishonestly, one was caught by Meng Yong, and the other was even bigger.

Until his right hand successfully reached into Meng Yong's long fur and touched the back of his waist.

Meng Yong couldn't bear it anymore completely, let go of his hand suddenly, and the whole person retreated.

However, although he let go, Zhao Chen still grabbed the belt around his waist-

With a bang, the two fell into the snow, and Qi Qi began to struggle, and the picture instantly became indescribable.

Han Feng couldn't bear to look at it directly, and he couldn't figure it out in his heart.

Although he didn't deny that Meng Yong's appearance was confusing enough, he knew his Highness better, and he didn't look very serious on weekdays, but he wouldn't be in a hurry to look like this!

Is there something unusual around here?

Thinking so, his expression gradually became solemn, and while paying attention to the two people fluttering in the snow, he kept looking around, and his hand fell on the hilt of the sword intentionally or unintentionally.

At this time, Meng Yong on the ground was sinking like water.

Zhao Chen was not only terrible, but also surprisingly strong, he couldn't pull it away from him, and he stuck to him like paralyzed mud, touching him all over the left, right, and right.

Just when he was ready to knock the drunk unconscious first, he didn't care about anything—

Zhao Chen suddenly slipped off him and lay quietly on one side as if he was asleep.

Meng Yong, who was relieved, stood up suddenly, his white knuckles clenched slightly.

After a while, he pursed his lips tightly and untied his long coat stained with wine, carefully wiped his hands with it several times, and threw it on the ground without saying a word.

After a long time, Zhao Chen quietly turned over and sat up, ignoring Han Feng's inquiry, staring at his hand and blinking his eyes.

How could it not?