Even the number of petals on each flower is highly consistent.

At a glance, it is clear that this prince of the East Palace seems to have entered the advanced stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

When they arrived at the main hall, Liufeng went in to report, and Tao Yao watched around with a teacup.

Tut-tut-tut.

The inside is even more exaggerated than the outside.

The whole hall is basically composed of black and white, and rows of ethereal light yarns hang from the beams on both sides, all of which are ink paintings by famous artists.

Two rows of bookshelves clinging to the walls on either side, filled with dense books, all of which are oriented in the same direction and remain arranged from left to right, from high to low.

Tao Yao stood on the central axis of the main hall and looked in the direction of the front, and there was a white paper on the bookcase in front of him.

There is a 'quiet' word written on it.

The penmanship is vigorous and powerful, and the font is beautiful, and it looks a little familiar, but she can't remember where she has seen it.

Little Peach curiously picked up the brush on one side and gestured in the air, wanting to copy one or two.

And at this very moment.

A low, cold voice rang out.

"You dare to touch the things of the main hall without permission, you are so bold!"

Tao Yao looked up and followed the sound.

Immediately stunned.

That handsome and god-like face, once you see it, you can never forget it.

What's more, he still signed a deed of sale with Tao Yao and wanted to become the top brand of Wanhualou......

Today is not as embarrassed as last night, the smoke-blue robe outlines a straight and slender figure, and as he walks, the hem of the clothes embroidered with gold patterns swayes slightly, and there is a feeling of ethereal smoke.

His green silk was tied up high and fixed in the crown of white jade hair, which made the lines of his facial features deeper and harder.

Perhaps because the injury has not healed, the skin is still pale, the thin lips are pale in color, but the heroic and restrained sword eyebrows are slightly frowned when they look at her, and their eyes are light, exuding a cold light.

Good looks are naturally good-looking.

It's just that looking at it like this, it always makes people feel that the aura is too strong, and they don't dare to approach it easily.

Tao Yao narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down repeatedly.

Then he threw the brush in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and grabbed the young man's placket.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me! Not to mention kicking the door of my Wanhualou, I also knocked the plaque crooked, and what is even more excessive, you ran away without even letting out a fart!

Don't forget, you signed and painted on the deed of sale of my Wanhualou!

Believe it or not, I'll take it out now and ask the emperor to comment on it? ”

Tao Yao's strength was amazing, and the smoky blue robe was instantly pulled out of a bunch of folds, and Ye Qianchen had to lower his head and look at her.

The narrow eyes slowly narrowed when the words 'deed of sale' came out, like a wolf that had been touched against the scales, as if it could bite the other party's throat at any time.

"Flowing wind, you step aside."

was about to step forward to pull away from the two of them, and when he heard the footsteps, he respectfully withdrew from the hall, "Yes."

After bringing the door, he tilted his head and muttered to himself, "Hey, it seems that Yue Gongzi said the deed of sale just now......?" ”

Inside the temple.

Ye Qianchen lowered his dark eyes and glanced at the small hand holding his clothes.

The icy and slender fingers were raised, and slowly and mercilessly swept them away one by one.

"You'd better figure it out, this is the East Palace, not your Wanhualou. And you, now the Donggong Wei rate, are not the old bustards of Wanhualou. ”