Xiahou Chunchun turned his head to look, and saw several little maids and maids taking the lead in entering the warm pavilion, and they all bowed their heads and said nothing.

On the other hand, Song Jing's face was pale, as if he was in a state of inwardness.

Xiahou Chun realized in his heart.

This one is actually afraid of guilt.

At the right time, a fragrant breeze came to the face.

But seeing the colorful embroidery fluttering, the enchanting woman came in abundance.

"I don't know if the guests are coming, the concubine is not welcome, and I hope that the guests will forgive their sins."

The enchanting woman bowed and smiled reservedly.

His face was pink and red, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were flickering, as if there was something abnormal.

Murong Yan leaned closer and secretly said: "Brother Shi beware, this person has a magnificent breath, and he is suspected of being a 'side door'." ”

Xiahou Chun's heart tightened quietly, but his face remained silent, and he secretly asked, "Side door?" ”

"Brother Shi should know that in addition to the 'four majors' in today's cultivation world, the forces such as mayflies, Wangulou, and the ten major families are the strongest, and they are known as the 'first-class' among the nine streams."

"In particular, Mayfly and Wangulou are first-class top forces, and they have been thinking about tearing the 'Big Four' off the altar for hundreds of years."

Xiahou Chun was surprised in his heart, and glanced at Murong Yan, this chick can actually transmit sound, which is rare, hidden deep enough.

It seems that there is a big treasure next to me, and I have to dig it up from time to time.

He pondered for a moment, and then replied, "Could it be that this person is also a member of the 'first-class' forces? ”

Murong Yan was knowledgeable, shook his head secretly, and replied: "No, if Murong expected it to be good, this Mrs. Song should be a person from the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, but a 'side door left road' outside the ninth stream." ”

As the saying goes, scholars, farmers, industrialists, and merchants are called the upper nine streams, while thieves, thieves, prostitutes, etc. are the lower nine streams, and the rest of the doctors, physiognographers, pianos, chess, calligraphy, paintings, monks, Taoists, nuns, etc. belong to the middle nine streams.

And outside the nine streams, it is the side door.

He uses tools, armor, talismans, arts, Gu, witches and evil and many other partial ways to survive and die, so it is called the left way of the side door.

In the Dajing Cultivation Realm, in addition to Xuanzong and Lingmen, who are high above the world and overlook the world, there are actually many first-class top forces.

And under the 'intelligence leader' Wangulou and the killer organization 'Mayfly', there are second-rate forces such as Baihualou and Yaowang Palace, and Baihualou, a loose alliance of forces that is purely gathered by female cultivators, is rare, but it is not bad to be among the 'second-rate'.

Under the self-compilation and self-performance of the Divine Stick Force Forgetfulness Valley, except for Xuanzong, they have conducted a strength ranking and classification of all the cultivation forces in the world.

Baihualou has actually ranked among the 'top ten' in Dajing with the power of 'side door and left road', which is not bad.

Xiahou Chun quietly squinted, the Mandarin Duck Pavilion belonged to the Baihua Building, and it was in the same vein as the Taikang Yanyu Building.

The Mandarin Duck Pavilion is one of the flowers in the 'Hundred Flowers', although it is self-proclaimed as the 'Mandarin Duck Flower', but it is still difficult to change its prostitution nature.

But Wangji Valley has included it in the list of 'left roads', and it is not just as simple as selling meat to Baihualou.

Xiahou Chun's mind turned, and in a deep groan, he sent a voice to Murong Yan: "Baihualou's? Isn't that the teacher of the palace a loss? ”

Murong Yan glanced at Xiahou Chun and smiled, but he could see that his back was a little cold.

She replied with a hint of gritted teeth: "This is still perfect!" ”

"What?" Xiahou Chun was stunned again.

He subconsciously glanced at Song Jing.

Now, he began to pity his own gentleman again.

It's just a matter of being afraid of guilt, marrying into the door, but he hasn't eaten meat until now, he feels sorry for this Master Song from the bottom of his heart.

Xiahou Chun pretended not to know, looked at Song Jing, and said in confusion: "Who is this?" ”

Song Jing hurriedly hugged the woman, wiped a trace of shame on his face, and saluted Xiahou Chun: "Your Highness, this is Xiao Zhen in the lowly house." ”

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Madam, this is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, don't hurry up and salute." ”

The bewitching woman looked surprised, and looked at Xiahou Chun with interest, not with fake sincerity and fear, but with a generous salute:

"His Royal Highness Luan is here, the concubine and the clumsy husband have not been able to meet from afar, and I hope Your Highness will not blame."

Xiahou Chun smiled and helped him slightly, "Madame is exempt." ”

Xiao Zhen's eyes flashed, and he looked at Murong Yan, the crown princess?

Murong Yan didn't explain, just smiled lightly, and then gently grabbed Xiahou Chun's arm to declare his sovereignty.

She glanced at the other party's uneven curves, full of goods, she pursed her mouth with jealousy, and muttered, "It's quite big." ”

The woman's smile became brighter and brighter, and she smiled gracefully at Fang Xirou: "This is the crown princess." ”

The bewitching woman's smile did not decrease, and she continued: "The crown prince and the crown princess came to the cold house, and the concubine was not well entertained, and she still looked at Haihan. ”

Xiahou Chun's body stiffened, and a chill suddenly rose on his back.

It's over, how can I forget this.

"That's it!"

A cold voice came from behind itself.

Song Jing was the first to come back to his senses, and hurriedly ran to the embroidered couch, holding the dazed Song Zhuowen's fine hand, "Wen'er, Wen'er, wake up, look at your father, look at your father." ”

Song Zhuowen's eyes were blank, his face was pale, and his thin and delicate body was shaky.

After glancing at Song Jing, he collapsed on the couch, panicking Song Jing and panicking.

"Wen'er, Zhuowen, Zhuowen, don't scare your father."

The masked man who had just finished working with Fang Xirou said lightly: "She is fine, she has been depressed for many years, and she urgently needs to rest and rest, just sleep." ”

Song Jing was still a little uneasy, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he heard Song Zhuowen breathe evenly.

This is Xiao Zhen is also grateful, and he thanked the person with the cover and Fang Xi's gentle salute, "The two of you saved your beloved son, you are as kind as a mountain, please accept the concubine." ”

Fang Xirou's eyes were indifferent, and she said lightly: "No need, how can you bother the fairy of Baihualou to be condescending." ”

Song Jingg's face froze, a little unnatural.

Although his daughter-in-law is from Baihualou, her body is clean, and he has not touched it so far.

Xiao Zhen smiled gently, "It turned out to be the little saintess of the Lingmen, a rare guest." ”

Fang Xirou snorted softly.

Song Jing was surprised: "Madam, do you know this Miss Fang?" ”

Xiao Zhen said lightly: "You don't understand the things on the cultivation path, don't ask." ”

Xiahou Chun glanced at Song Jing, only to see that his face was pale, as if he was cramped and uneasy.

Look at Xiao Zhen again, dressed in luxurious brocade, wearing beads and silver, radiant, and Song Jing's simple and plain clothes.

He sighed in his heart, then realized it, and muttered, this old guy, I saw him dressed so 'unpretentiously' before, and I thought that I had no money to treat the disease, so it turned out that it was all spent on women.

Alas, the dignified and upright minister is also sad about the beauty and pink.

Heh, lick the dog lick the dog, be careful to lick to the end, there is nothing.

Unlike this palace, the beauties are still sitting in a mess, which can be described as a gentleman's demeanor and is not ordinary.

Ahem, distracted.

At this time, Fang Xirou and Xiao Zhen were already on the bar, a 'Fang Xiaosheng Maiden has been okay recently?' Is the moon coming? ’。

'It's okay, I can't die, but Aunt Xiao needs more maintenance, after all, women are only afraid of the knife of time. ’

There is also Xiao Zhen who continues to use his killer skills, 'Chicks don't know the tears of heroes, and they spend half their lives in vain, so my sister should have fun in time'.

Fang Xirou was dumbfounded for a while, and even Murong Yan was ashamed.

But Fang Xirou was not to be outdone, and after sneering and sneering, she immediately laughed at him with "The dead wood does not bloom in spring, even if you do your best, it will be in vain, and your aunt must take care of her body".

The two went back and forth, fighting for half an hour, and finally the two glared angrily, and after staring at each other for a long time, they decided to make a temporary truce.

The other party thinks that the other party is a strong opponent and should not be underestimated.

Among the onlookers, Xiahou Chun watched it with relish, and praised it from time to time.

Song Jing was soaked in cold sweat, constantly wiping his sweat, and constantly praying in his heart, he must not wipe the gun and go off, no matter how bad it is, it will not affect the pond fish.

At this time, Xiao Zhen's eyes turned, and he took the initiative to take Song Jing's arm, and smiled gently at Fang Xirou:

"The little saint took a break for the time being, and the concubine immediately ordered the cooks in southern Xinjiang to cook a few dishes of game to satisfy the saint's homesickness."

Xiahou Chun was speechless for a moment, this was secretly ridiculing Fang Xirou as a barbarian in southern Xinjiang.

Fang Xirou glanced at Murong Yan, "She scolded you for being a Southern Barbarian, so don't you keep quiet?" ”

Xiao Zhen was slightly surprised, and carefully examined Murong Yan, "Could it be that this girl is also from southern Xinjiang?" ”

Seemingly sincere and sincere, Murong Yan smiled lightly, like a lady's soft voice: "Mrs. Song is polite." ”

Let the wind blow and rain, and I will deal with it calmly.

Xiao Zhen's face was solemn, this is the enemy!

Her eyes flashed, and she covered her mouth and smiled: "Sister Murong can torture the concubine, but I don't dare to let you be rude." ”

"Besides, you are the crown princess who is high, you have been favored by Your Royal Highness, and you can enjoy the wealth of the world, but the concubine is no more than Pu Liu, but you can't afford the title of lady."

One is nominally the 'crown princess' of Dajing, but in fact she is the princess of the fallen country of Southern Chu, and the other is a woman who has assassinated the history of Qinzhou, both of which are not simple characters.

The corners of Xiahou Chun's mouth twitched, three women in one play, it's not easy to mess with.

Murong Yan turned from yin to sunshine, and actually took the initiative to step forward, with a touched face, and shouted affectionately:

"Aunt Song is very polite, you are the elder of Your Royal Highness, and we should salute you."

Murderous! Thick murderous aura!

Song Jing subconsciously shook his head, and glanced at Xiahou Chun, who had a stiff face, and saw the cold tremor in the other party's eyes.

"That's it!" A flat voice rang out.