Last night, Xing didn't have the ability to invite Qu Liyan to the branch altar, and made another appointment to make tea and talk in Xianhelou today.

Zhai Xiying arrived at Xianhe Tower on time, but he didn't see Qu Liyan appear for a long time.

Chen's breath suddenly appeared in the Idle Crane Tower, and Zhai Xiying guessed that there must be something urgent, so he ran to the Idle Crane Tower to report.

"Master." Tatsu shouted softly outside the door.

"Come in."

Chen pushed the door of the private room and knelt on the ground respectfully, with yellow sand on his body, which was dyed because he was in a hurry, "Master, about Miss Lan..."

"Getting to the point." Zhai Xiying didn't have much interest in Lan Lan.

In the past, Su Lan was able to attract Zhai Xiying's attention, just because she was able to contact the Miao Curse Man, so he had even seen the Miao Curse Man. Then the value of the orchid does not exist.

"Master, Miss Julan has left Yigu."

Zhai Xiying's face did not have any waves, he was silent for a moment, and ordered: "Inform Wu Wu of this matter." ”

"Master, Miss Lan is here in the capital!"

"Hmm... Go down. The corners of Zhai Xiying's lips raised, and Qu Li died.

Qu Liyan broke into the private room with thunderous speed, and before Chen got up to leave, he was glared at by Qu Liyan.

Chen turned to leave, Qu Li Yan glanced at Chen's figure and smiled, "This king thought he had seen a ghost!" ”

Zhai Xiying knew what nonsense Qu Liyan was talking about. Chen looks like the former crown prince Zhai Xichen, and it is the first time that his appearance has been exposed in the center of power.

"King Ying, this king admires you." There was no half of worship in Qu Liyan's tone.

Zhai Xiying pushed a cup of tea in front of Qu Liyan, and said modestly: "Little Prince Qu, it's a false praise." ”

"Hmph..."Qu Liyan's shoulders shook a few times in disdain, like a ruffian in the world.

Qu Liyan drank a few cups of tea, but he didn't see Zhai Xiying make a sound, and asked impatiently: "King Ying, you called this king out, what is the so-called matter?" ”

"Tell this king where the martial master is." Zhai Xiying fiddled with the teacup with one hand.

Qu Li pretended to be confused, and asked Xiang Zhai Xiying in surprise, "King Ying, where is the old bald donkey, don't you know?" ”

Zhai Xiying's lips pursed, and the corner of the coffin was slightly hooked up, "In short, it's not in the coffin." ”

"Hmph, isn't your joke funny, this king will tell you one?" Qu Liyan's eyes were full of provocation.

Zhai Xiying nodded sideways.

"Don't let the Lady Doctor sneak into King Ying's mansion, otherwise... There will be wisps of smoke rolling up in Queen Ying's house. ”

Zhai Xiying raised his eyes and looked at Qu Liyan with a playful expression.

"You don't need to worry about the king's affairs. Where is the Martial Master? "How could Zhai Xiying allow Qu Liyan to divert the topic.

It seems that the reason why Qu Liyan was late must have been to pick up the news. This little prince of song...

Qu Liyan thought of Youruo, and knew that it was the stinky girl who blew it up to Zhai Xiying, "What? Belly didn't tell you? ”

"Dudu?" Zhai Xiying gave Qu Liyan a fierce look.

Lu Youruo knew where Wu Jue was, but did he hide it from him that day? I really don't believe him...

"What? This king and her are so close! How can it be like you, a bite, a, and a dead woman, oh~ and, stinky woman? "Qu Liying is not afraid of Zhai Xiying's anger at all, in terms of martial arts, Qu Liyan and Zhai Xiying are not up or down.

"She is the woman of this king!" This is Zhai Xiying's victory, those flies who love Lu Youruo can only be flies for the rest of their lives.

Qu Liyan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Whoever said it was yours, it will be yours for the rest of your life!" "The momentum is not inferior to Zhai Xiying at all.

"Qu Liyan, this king has pity on you."

"Zhai Xiying, this king pities you even more!" Qu Liyan replied.

Feelings: Today, two big men came to Xianhelou, just to pity each other?

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(Markor Literature-)