Nine fifty-five.

There were five minutes left before the start of the report.

Although Qiao Zhenzhen gave a VIP ticket, this position is still far from Lu Gui's guest seat.

Feng He looked at it in a daze, this little Lu Langjun pointed out the seat of the guest seat to the original VIP beauty beside her, and sat down beside her.

"Is that good?" Feng He blinked, and it was hard for her to ignore Lao Xu waving wildly in the distance.

"What's wrong?" Lu Gui chose to ignore it.

Sure enough, a minute later.

Lao Xu's fluttering hands like wings stopped moving in an instant.

The whole person wilted into his seat, and began to shush at the choppy beauty.

Okay, Confucius has clouds, and he also has color.

Feng He calmed down and flipped through the materials in his hand, which once wrote the content of the lecture, the speaker, and introduced some of the exhibits of the special exhibition.

Will you even show the alchemy artifact in kind?!

Although it is true that nothing can be seen on this picture.

Well, so you don't have to squeeze the first room later.

Feng He stared at the podium, his expression was quite excited, and he casually asked Lu Gui, "Will they talk in this order for a while?" ”

"yes, is it your first time?" Lu Gui felt a little strange, and he thought that this girl was also the type to chase around in a plane.

"Well, I haven't participated in it before." Feng He confessed honestly.

Not only that, but it was the first time to be crowded with so many people.

"The research of these experts is quite interesting." Lu Gui knew what she cared about, "The one who talks about alchemists has a particularly open research idea. ”

"Really? That's great! "It's worthy of Xiao Lu Langjun!

The lecture began quickly, and several hot stars came out one after another.

Although this kind of thing is not common in similar activities, the organizer has caused a wave of traffic because of the poetry conference, and it is natural to use this flow in place.

In fact, the results are excellent too.

For young people, experts in their seventies and eighties are far less attractive than young and beautiful artists, and tickets for this exhibition alone are booked for two months later.

The first to come out was Qiao Zhenzhen, who wore a pomegranate skirt that attracted the attention of the audience, and the screams of the girls were endless.

The next person didn't know him, and the screams were much quieter.

Feng He's eyes lit up, and her family's chastity was really even more powerful.

Then, it was a business firm that changed into an ancient costume.

He was dressed in white and had a jade crown, and he was also equipped with a long sword. This line naturally attracted bursts of exclamations from the girls in the audience.

Rao is Fenghe, and he couldn't help but look at it twice.

She had no interest in this person at first, but now she was determined, and she only felt that he had seen it somewhere.

Was it a chance encounter outside the elevator?

Wrong.

This white robe, this crown, and this face......

It was indeed a moment in her memory.

It's just that if she wants to find out this moment, there will be a strange sourness in her internal organs, which is really uncomfortable.

"Uncomfortable?" Lu Gui looked at her with a different expression.

"Nope." Feng He had a hard time explaining, and only bit his lip and shook his head.

"The temperature of the air conditioning here is a little low, and you wear less." Lu Gyu took off his coat and draped it over her.

Feng He's eyes widened, he looked at his legs dangling in the air, and then looked at the Hanfu girls around him who wrapped their shawls around them, and swallowed the words "I'm not cold".

He whispered, "Well, thank you." ”

"It's okay, watch out for a cold." Lu Gui said softly, and then turned his gaze to the podium again.

Above, another impassioned host, holding the microphone to introduce.

What are you talking about...... Drama?

Feng He is not interested in these.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she secretly turned her head to look at the person beside her, and this superior side face was lined with his focused expression more and more fascinating.

Feng He thought in his heart, Rao is a god, and there may not be a few better looking than him.

Although Qiao Zhenzhen will call her this idea a filter, hmph, where is the filter thicker than the one she brought to see the business house.

Her thoughts drifted wildly, and she suddenly felt that someone seemed to be glaring at her.

There was an offensive chill in that look.

Feng He was so excited by the cold that her body was cold, and the whole person was almost attached to the back of the chair, she looked in the direction, and saw that on the stage, the short drama telling the story of cultural relics had begun.

The white-clothed and jade-crowned business firm plays the down-and-out young king Li Shouli.

With a sword in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, he fell on the podium and denounced the injustice of heaven.

Feng He felt that it was difficult for him to enter the play.

King Pi was imprisoned in the palace at the age of thirteen, and was able to demote the title of prime minister at the age of twenty-six.

But it seems that everyone doesn't care, artistic creation.

So she, along with the others, began to enjoy the sword dance in the music.

Soon, Feng He felt that something was not quite right.

The music seemed endless, and the sword dance seemed to never stop, but the shadow of the merchant seemed to slowly separate from the sword-dancing man, and floated straight towards him.

White, jade crown.

She remembered.

Feng He jumped up from his seat and quickly dodged the sword that seemed to be gentle, but was actually extremely fast.

"Huh?"

He stopped, seemingly unhappy with the raid.

Feng He had already flown to the door of the lecture hall, only to find that the hall was empty at this time.

She looked intently ahead, and the man in front of her ...... Sure enough, he looked exactly like the Qingjun Shenjun in the dream.

"Are you the youngest son of Mrs. Changxi?"

She didn't remember the name of the Divine Monarch, so she could only open her mouth to test it.

Shang Xingzhi did not answer, but only commented: "Your clothes have no sense of beauty." ”

Feng He subconsciously wanted to see what he was wearing, but he felt that something was wrong, so he seriously focused his attention on the tip of the sword swinging in front of him.

Sure enough, it was the moon again.

She really couldn't understand a little, why did she say that this Heavenly Dao was hostile to the gods, and for some reason it was forbidden, and it was forbidden to use mana unless the gods allowed it?

How did the moon descendants come to be stronger than the other?

"Huh? Don't you love beauty anymore? Shang Xingzhi slowly withdrew the sword, re-condensed a ring-shaped magic weapon in his left hand, and once again attacked it seemingly lightly.

What is that?

Feng He only felt that his mind was extremely disturbed by that thing, so he simply closed his eyes and didn't look at it, and only jumped seven or eight feet to the right according to his divine sense......

But why is there still a feeling of being locked in?

She flew up again until she grabbed the beam at the top of the lecture hall and reflexively pressed against the glass dome.

Sure enough, the magic weapon condensed with light encountered a large area of reflection, and the aura instantly weakened.

"Huh? Pretty smart, huh? ”

Unlike the last time I came to the dark shadow, this merchant said a lot more, "What's the matter, you don't want to look at me so much, you keep your eyes closed?" ”

Although the breath of the moon spirit disappeared into invisibility, his illusion was too clever to be careless.

"What do you want?" Feng He didn't bother to pay attention to him, still closed his eyes and asked.

"Hey, I'm just a little jealous when I saw you and Lu Jun together." The firm's answer was very casual.

Feng He frowned, this tone couldn't tell whether it was true or false at all.

But the name Lu Jun ......

"How can you forget this?"

I only heard Shang Xingzhi continue to read over there: "Bo Yao, Zhong Lang, Shu Kun, Ji Ying, Xianrui, Lu Jun, Yaqiong......"

Feng He listened, and the next few names unconsciously came to mind in his mind: Deshen, Renjing, and Youwen.

She blurted out: "This is, the tenth son of Emperor Jun Shenjun?" ”

(End of chapter)