Feihong Building, the largest flower building in Yanjing City. Gentle Township, Gold Grotto.

But once you enter Yanjing City, you can forget what your surname is, but it is absolutely impossible not to know Feihonglou.

Other flower buildings are all prosperous at night, only Feihong Building does not distinguish between the blue sky and the day, and the hustle and bustle of singing and dancing is leveled.

In an alley diagonally opposite Feihong Building, an inconspicuous carriage was quietly parked.

In the car, it was a cold man in a blue shirt holding a scroll in his hand and sitting by the window.

A pair of eyes made of water are like paint, dazzling like stars in the sky. The pink lip flap is like a newly haired lotus flower, slightly pursed, and only a silhouette can make people stop and get lost.

"Little ...... Father. Do you really have to wait here all the time? ”

At his feet, a restless little guy whispered with big, round eyes.

"Feipiao!" The deep pair of clear eyes slowly lifted from the book, and frowned and looked at the hustle and bustle of Feihong Tower.

Flying shadows appeared in the car, and the stationary carriage didn't even shake for a moment.

"How much longer?"

"One cup of tea at most."

"How long can you stop them?"

"If all three of them are there, at least a stick of incense."

"Good!"

There is a touch of laziness in the bright eyes, and the smile on the pink lip flap is gentle and harmless.

The four guards of King Rong's Mansion are hard to find, and Feipian alone can rival the other three with a stick of incense?

Luo Yeji, in order to let me find out the cause of Yumingxi's death safely, you are really willing.

I wonder if you will regret it in the future?

The little maid's dressed buckwheat shivered fiercely and looked at his master meticulously.

Of course, the blue-shirted scholar is Wen Qingyu, and her appearance at the moment is very different from Fenghuaxuan.

Even she didn't expect that Wen Qingyu's malnourished green and yellow skin turned out to be the result of the ugly Yan Dan.

At that time, she was still Yumingxi, living a day of licking blood from the knife edge, wandering between chaotic countries, and needed different faces.

This ugly Yan Dan is something she made out of her interest and the ghost doctor Xiao Ruoli.

Unexpectedly, my aunt actually used the pill on Wen Qingyu.

It's just that she doesn't understand, why does Wen Qingyu have such a face that captivates the city and the country, and uses the ugly face pill to cover it?

However, in today's situation, a beautiful face is a sharp weapon for her.

Are women made of water? Should it be soft, but it should be soft?

Since Lian Yin doesn't like such a wise and strong woman, from today onwards, she will create a weak and pitiful Wen Qingyu.

There was a sudden uproar on the side of Feihong Building, Wen Qingyu smiled slightly, jumped out of the carriage without hesitation, and walked towards the purple figure that was rippling.

Luo Yezhen smiled, and the narrow phoenix eyes were full of romance and tenderness, but Wen Qingyu clearly saw that there was a faint desolation and loneliness in those eyes.

"Yoro? Yoro! ”

Delicate, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, the woman's voice suddenly trembled and rolled back in her ears.

Luo Yeji's brows were almost invisible, and the ripples in his eyebrows and eyes were still intoxicating softness.

The next moment, the delicate, soft and shy blue figure was tightly held in his arms.

"Clever beauty." There was a wicked smile on the corner of Luo Yeji's lips.

"It's a good idea to wear men's clothes to attract this king."

"Lord Wang," the beauty in her arms raised her hazy teary eyes, and it was pitiful and heart-wrenching.

"What you asked Qing Yu to do, Qing Yu has already done. But what else is there to command? ”

"Huh?"

Luo Yeji was stunned, what's the situation?