After entering the teahouse, Li Qia first asked Wei Yiran's brothers and sisters to go to the second floor to find a private room, and he used the excuse of going to the thatched house.

When Wei Yiyun walked up the stairs, his delicate eyebrows were twisted into a big question mark.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Wei Yiran asked her.

"I'm wondering, is my cousin going to go into the men's or women's bathroom?"

"This ......" Wei Yiran turned around, only to see Li Qia walking out of the teahouse with a figure.

Wei Yiyun's tangled things didn't happen to Li Qia, she walked directly to the Qingqing Poetry Society when she left the teahouse.

I don't think Zhao Changfeng has already come out of the registration office, and he is thinking about something with his head down.

Li Qia gritted his teeth and lowered his head and hit Zhao Changfeng's body, but he didn't think that Zhao Changfeng's body was quite hard.

With a bang, the folding fan fell to the ground, and Li Qia covered his arm only to feel that everyone was about to be knocked apart.

"This son, are you alright?" Zhao Changfeng looked up at Li Cha, who was grinning with bared teeth, "It's really reckless to be in the next place, and I accidentally bumped into you." After speaking, he bent over to help Li Cha pick up the folding fan on the ground.

Judging from these two sentences and behaviors, Zhao Changfeng is a polite person.

But sometimes the more high-sounding people are on the surface, the more sanctimonious they are behind the scenes.

After a short contact, Li Cha didn't dare to easily judge Zhao Changfeng's character, so he had to continue pretending, "Oh, my arm is ......"

"Xiao Ting, you see that Changfeng seems to be entangled by a little boy, there won't be any trouble, right?" A man by the window of the private room on the second floor, his fingers gently rubbing the teacup, said to the man sitting opposite.

Huo Xiaoting put down the teacup pinched with his slender fingers, and then raised his head to look at the window, even if it was just a side face, it was pleasing to the eye.

It's just that when he saw the people downstairs, his handsome face, which was still stretched just now, immediately tensed.

It would be forgivable if others couldn't see that the little boy downstairs was dressed as a woman and a man at this time, but he Huo Xiaoting had seen Li Jiu's appearance on the day of the Flower Dynasty Festival.

How did she appear here, how could she appear in front of his eyes again?

And what is she doing here?

Is it the same old mistake again?

Like he was treated in the Shengguo Mansion that day, but now he is approaching Zhao Changfeng with his old tricks?

This faceless and skinless man!

When he went out today, he saw that his grandmother had asked a matchmaker to go to Li's house to exchange Geng posts, which were eight characters.

And she...... Huo Xiaoting faintly felt that his head was already glowing with green light.

"Xiao Ting, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Jue, the prince of Boyuan Marquis, who was sitting opposite, asked.

"Nothing." Huo Xiaoting continued to stare downstairs.

Li Qia downstairs was still at a loss at this time, she held her arm and looked at Zhao Changfeng innocently, "This son, my arm doesn't seem to be able to move." ”

"Is it dislocated, I'll help you see." Zhao Changfeng is also a martial arts practitioner, and if his arm is dislocated, he has no problem connecting it.

"How can I let you see, you're not a doctor, what if you see it badly?" Li Cha hugged his arm and hid back in horror.

Zhao Changfeng was still very patient, "There is a medical hall near here, so how about taking my son to the medical hall to ask a doctor to come and see?" ”

Li Qia thought about it, thinking that if he got acquainted with this Zhao Changfeng as soon as possible, he would be able to quickly understand his nature and the purpose of signing up for the Qingqing Poetry Society.

But I heard Zhao Changfeng say again: "There are two friends downstairs, please let me know with my friends." ”

Li Qia looked at Zhao Changfeng's gaze and saw Huo Xiaoting sitting by the window drinking tea.

Why is it him again?

Li Cha exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity?

Why does he always sit by the window and drink tea?

Is he idle? I am not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue.

How did it look like he had come to spy on her?

This scene really couldn't go on, Li Qia pinched his waist and glared at Huo Xiaoting with a very unhappy expression.

Only then did he turn his head and say to Zhao Changfeng: "I suddenly feel fine, it doesn't hurt anymore." She could only wait for the opportunity to get close to Zhao Changfeng again, or wait until a few people joined the Qingqing Poetry Club before making plans.

Huo Xiaoting, this is in the way!

Li Qia glanced at him again, said goodbye to Zhao Changfeng again, and then went to the second floor to find Wei Yiran's brothers and sisters.

Zhao Changfeng also went to the private room where Huo Xiaoting and Xiao Jue were on the second floor, first sat down and drank a large cup of tea, and then told the two of them what happened at the registration office.

Zhao Changfeng originally went to the Qingqing Poetry Society today, but he didn't want to meet Huo Xiaoting and Xiao Ying on the way.

Although the three of them have known each other since childhood, Huo Xiaoting is the prince of Shengguo, Xiao Jue is the prince of Boyuan, and he ......

Huo Xiaoting looked at Zhao Changfeng, a good friend, knowing what he was thinking, and even more knowing that he was stubborn and unwilling to ask for help, but he couldn't stand idly by.

He also listened to Qiu Ze, and when he saw Zhao Changfeng on the street that day, he was in a hurry, and he was worried. Only then did he inquire about what happened in his house with Xiao Jue.

Huo Xiaoting retracted his thoughts and said to Zhao Changfeng: "Then I won't know if I can join this Qingqing Poetry Society until three days later?" ”

Zhao Changfeng bowed: "I think this is just a momentum, the Qingqing Poetry Society needs a lot of silver to maintain their extravagant use, and now I am afraid that if I can take out this hundred taels of silver, there is no problem in joining the Poetry Society." ”

Xiao Jue patted Zhao Changfeng on the shoulder, "It's just that I and Xiao Ting are too conspicuous, otherwise I would have signed up with you." ”

"When I join the poetry club to investigate, I will discuss and help the two of you if I have any news."

Xiao Jue pinched his shoulder, "Changfeng, don't forget, we are good brothers!" ”

Huo Xiaoting glanced at Xiao Jue, "Okay, don't be sensational, it's suitable for you at all." ”

"Hah!" Xiao Jue withdrew his hand, and his delicate face became lifelike because of a touch of anger, "I really didn't expect that there would be a scum like Zheng Wenhao in Lord Zheng's family, seeing that I didn't pick his skin and cramped his muscles." ”

"I hope that we can find evidence as soon as possible and end the Qingqing Poetry Society, so that no more little ladies will be innocently mutilated."

Speaking of this, Huo Xiaoting suddenly remembered something, "Changfeng, the one you just bumped into downstairs...... Childe, did you also come out of the Qingqing Poetry Society? ”

"She seemed to be going in, and I didn't see it very clearly at the time, otherwise I wouldn't have bumpered with people." There was still a bit of apology in Zhao Changfeng's tone.

Huo Xiaoting snorted lightly, and said in his heart: I can still be hugged by her who fell from the tree when I walk in my own garden? What's more, if you're walking down the street, you can't guard against it at all.

But Li Jiu, do you also want to sign up for the Qingqing Poetry Society?

He didn't believe that she had come here to sign up for the purpose of reciting poetry.

What the hell is this guy up to?