When the two of them left in the hall, the two winding "beams" on the beam landed on the ground.

The wind beam looked around without a trace, quickly tied the brocade belt around his waist, and elegantly straightened out the dark brocade clothes, and then left as if nothing happened. I didn't even look at the goddess in front of me! It's as if nothing has happened, for fear that people will see something......

Scold! Don't want to be responsible and want to leave?

"Hey! You're just gone? Qing He stopped Feng Buqi, who was about to leave.

Feng Buqi turned around, as if he had just seen the other party.

"What's the matter?"

"We just ......"

"Nothing happened!" Feng Buqi's face turned white for a while, and he was about to leave with a shake of his hand.

"No, I've figured out a few pieces of tendon meat on your waist, how can nothing happen! You don't have to worry! I'll take care of it! "It's okay, he doesn't want to be responsible, then she is responsible!

"......." Feng Buqi was speechless, but when he didn't hear it, he turned his head and continued to walk forward, but he suddenly thought of something after taking a few steps, turned around and looked at Qinghe, staring at the other party's face and smiling evilly.

"How..... How..... How? Have you figured it out and made a promise? Qing He, who still wanted to pretend to be a ruffian, suddenly lost his confidence when he saw Feng Buqi with a bad smile on his face, and he still had a little ominous premonition......

"I thought of someone, you might want to meet .....," after speaking, he picked up Qinghe and walked to the back garden!

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In the back garden of Zhaowang's Mansion, the lotus pond in the garden is prosperous in midsummer, and the koi fish at the bottom of the pond swim, floating their heads to beg for food from time to time, attracting bursts of sparkling waves.

The pavilion in the pool is eight pillars, the eaves are glazed with tiles, and the white marble is carved into a beauty, leaning on a beauty. Dressed in peach powder, it is the lord of Anrou.

"Huh? Cousin is coming? Jun Wuchen, who was feeding the fish by the pavilion, looked up and saw the wind not coming from the Jiuqu corridor.

The county lord of Anrou, who was close to the beauty, stood up when he heard the sound, and looked at Jun Wuchen's eyes, his face was full of earnestness, but soon, he became gloomy.

Because the wind is pulling a woman in a white shirt and a green dress! The former looked playful, the latter was reluctant, and the two of them just pulled and pulled all the way to the pavilion.

"An Rou greets His Royal Highness King Zhao....... I don't know if this woman is ...... "blessed body, after a set of actions, the cruel eyes never left Qinghe's face. I don't feel rude.

If vision can kill, Qinghe's face must be full of holes.

Avoiding the other party's gaze, Qing He touched his face uneasily...... Bury your head lower.

"Hey! You are not ......" Jun Wuchen looked at Qing He, who was about to bury his face in his chest, obviously, he recognized Qing He.

"Childe, you recognized the wrong person!" Qing He pinched his voice to argue.

"It turns out that the person she avoids is Jun Wuchen...... Feng Buqi was puzzled in his heart, and pulled out Qing He, who was hiding behind him, and sat on the jade pier in the pavilion, but his movements seemed gentle......

'Humph! It turns out that he wants to use me to send this perverted county lord away! 'Quick understanding is also the biggest advantage of Qinghe!

"Pingyang Hou knows the sister of the national teacher?" Feng Buqi asked

"Xiao Ran's sister?"

"The sister of the national teacher?"

Jun Wuchen and An Rou asked at the same time.

"It's really a coincidence that I didn't write a book, I was deceived by a liar in the market that day, and fortunately Miss Xiao helped me and got acquainted." Jun Wuchen looked at Qing He, his eyes were shining, and he smiled to reveal a pair of tiger teeth.

"But how could the sister of the national teacher be in the mansion of His Royal Highness King Zhao?" An Rou asked quickly.

Feng Buqi reached out and held Qing He's hand on the table, and looked at Qing He as a peter: "Of course it's because of ........ Three days later, the Red Lotus Temple tourist. ”

Looking at the hands of the two, the jealousy in An Rou's eyes was about to be unable to hide.

Looking at Qing He with his head down, Pingyang Houjun's dustless smile condensed slightly, and his eyes darkened.

Sensing An Rou's anger, he tightened his hand holding Qing He slightly, and his plan succeeded.

Qing He, who was holding his hand, seemed to be unconscious, and didn't hear Jun Wuchen open his mouth to collect debts, so he raised his head with confidence, "It turns out that his eldest princess's son, Feng Buqi's cousin, Pingyang Houjun Wuchen..."

A gazebo, four people sit around, each with their own thoughts. The atmosphere was eerie for a while.