Seeing Zhao Fu drinking as if no one was around, Zheng Jianing: "What are you doing?" ”

This has been divorced once, in front of the three princes, why don't you pay attention to your appearance?

Zhao Fushuang took it for granted, "Are you blind?" ”

Zheng Jianing: "......"

Yun Xuchuan looked at Zhao Fushuang with a cold face.

It's not that women can't drink, women in the cultivation world have never had so many rules to speak of, and there are even a few people who dress revealingly, behave debauched, and have chaotic private lives.

But this kind of thing is not so good-looking when it falls on Zhao Fushuang.

After all, Zhao Fushuang was born in a famous family and was once his fiancée, even if he withdraws from his family, when others mention Zhao Fushuang, it will also affect his face.

Zhao Fushuang drank alone, without the posture that a woman should have, let alone compared to the charming woman in red and the weak Yuehua on the table.

Yun Xuchuan's face was ugly, and everyone was a little afraid to say more for a while.

The white fat man beside Yun Xuchuan smiled and ate spiritual food and watched the play.

At this moment, Yun Xuchuan's guard, who had always had a cold face, also took out the wine jug as if no one was around, and poured himself a drink like Zhao Fushuang.

As soon as the flask is opened, the aroma of the wine overflows.

Zhao Fu's eyes were straight, and if he drank the cheap wine in his hand, it would be dull and tasteless.

Now I'm poor, I can't afford to buy good wine.

In Zhao Fushuang, he looked over again and again

At last glance, the man took a look.

Zhao Fushuang: "Brother, change? ”

Everyone: What about the "......" face?

The man retracted his gaze expressionlessly, and in the next moment, he threw a pot of wine.

Zhao Fushuang stretched out his hand to take the wine jug, raised his head to taste it, and said with satisfaction, "Good wine, thank you." ”

The man held a sword in one hand and wine in the other, looked at it coldly, and in the next moment, he took three more pots of wine and said, "Also." ”

Zhao Fu raised her eyebrows and glanced at the man, but did not respond.

The scene was quieter for a while.

Yun Xuchuan's guard, Sui Mirage, has a cold face all the year round, and his words are like gold.

Like today, there is still no time to sell a girl's face.

For a while, Yun Xuchuan's face became more and more ugly.

He laughed disdainfully, he really should have let his father see what woman he wanted to marry him back then!

Once you pass through the door, I am afraid that the Cangnan Congress will become the laughing stock of the whole world.

Zheng Jianing was busy reconciling the atmosphere, "Meeting is fate, and it is also a tearful life and death together, if you don't know each other again, you will somewhat live up to this fate." ”

As he spoke, he got up and took on the peacemaker, and introduced them to everyone one by one.

The woman in red is called Xiaofu, fifty-nine divine plants are instilled, and the main auxiliary.

The weak woman is the moon birch who was seriously injured last time, the fifty-six divine plant tank, and the Lord healed.

The white fat man's name is Yun Ji, and he is Yun Xuchuan's staff, the fifty-nine divine strains are instilled, and the main defense is the main one.

The cold-faced man in black is called Sui Mirage, and he is the guard of Yun Xuchuan, the seventy-eight divine plants are injected, and the main attack is made.

Among Yun Xuchuan's group, only Yun Xuchuan was the youngest, and his cultivation was fifty-seven divine strains and the main attack.

When he introduced himself to his side, Zheng Jianing was quite lacking in confidence, and only introduced his name, except for Xiong Dalang, he didn't mention anyone else's cultivation.

I can't afford to lose that man!

Zheng Jianing wandered between the two parties, and gradually the atmosphere became harmonious.

Seeing Zhao Fushuang and Sui Mirage drinking as if no one was drinking, Zheng Jianing said greedily: "If you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing, and on this good day today, you really should have a drink." ”

Zheng Jianing poured wine for everyone, "I salute the life-saving grace of the third prince." ”

Zhao Fushuang was a little confused: "Your life-saving benefactor is not my aunt and grandmother?" ”

Zheng Jianing expressed disdain: "If there is no spirit sword of the third prince, what can you do to save people?" ”

"...... "That Lingze Sword was voluntarily taken out by him Yun Xuchuan?"

For Zheng Jianing's kung fu, Zhao Fushuang simply admired the five-body throw.

Under Zheng Jianing's round after round of sycophants, the atmosphere was getting better and better, and the cold-faced man in black took out more than a dozen pots of wine.

Sure enough, there is.

Everyone drank a few glasses of wine, and there were more words, and the two women also had a drink, and they drank with an elegant posture and dusty temperament, naturally without Zhao Fushuang's eclecticism.

Zhao Fushuang was bored alone, and he didn't have the heart to speak, and at this time, the weak Yuehua suddenly spoke: "Yuehua hasn't thanked Miss Zhao for saving her life." ”

Zhao Fu raised his eyes with the wine jar on the side of his mouth, facing the eyes of Shang Yuehua.

Zhao Fushuang has been a high-ranking eldest lady for more than 100 years, and she has been wandering in a mess for 300 years, whether others really thank her, or thank her with some sincerity, she knows with her eyes closed.

At least this month's gentle and gentle thanks are not sincere at all.

There was even a hint of condescending disdain in those eyes.

Zhao Fushuang casually drank the wine on the side of his mouth, and said calmly: "No thanks, if it weren't for the spirit sword, I wouldn't have saved you." ”

When these words came out, the field was cold again.

Everyone looked at each other, and Yuehua pursed her lips and said: "But my life is not worth the sword, and the girl will inevitably open her mouth." ”

Zhao Fushuang thought for a while, took the Spirit Sword from the space container, and put it next to him, "You have broken yourself now, and the Spirit Sword will return to its original owner." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Yuehua's lips tightened, "Miss Zhao, you are also a cultivator, why do you need to take the road when you do things and talk?" ”

"That's it?" Zhao Fushuang sneered, "You said that you won't go out of the way?" ”

Yuehua said patiently: "I can exchange all my belongings for the Spirit Sword Sword." ”

"All your treasures are worth more than the Lingze Sword?"

Yuehua paused, "That's not true." ”

"I'm sorry, I won't do it at a loss."

Everyone: "."

Professional cold field!

Yuehua's face was ugly, but she bit her lip and stopped talking.

Zhao Fushuang sat lazily on the chair, opened another pot of wine with one hand, and drank it casually.

The conversation between Zhao Fushuang and Yuehua was over, and Zheng Jianing warmed up with enthusiasm, "You don't know, if I hadn't revealed the method of cracking the flying flotsam in it, we might not have been able to come out, and I now think that I am only useless in my father's mouth." ”

The fat man Yun said with a smile: "The little marquis is amazingly talented, the old marquis naturally sees it in his eyes, this statement is just to encourage the little marquis to encourage himself, and strive to surpass his ancestors and glorify his ancestors for the glory of the Hou Mansion." ”

Even Xiao Fu smiled and said: "I am far away in the country of cold cicadas, but I have also heard of the wisdom of the little marquis." ”

Zheng Jianing listened happily, "There is only one thing that can be called the glory of the ancestors in our Hefu, that is, loyalty to the monarch and filial piety to the court." ”

Zhao Fushuang: "......"

This dog thing!

deliberately sell it without saying it, and take the opportunity to express my heartfelt feelings!

What a sycophant!

Zhao Fushuang was a little drunk, but when he was drunk, he still didn't like to listen to Zheng Jianing's set of sycophants, "At the critical moment, you came up with a way to crack the flying flotsam, why don't you talk about it, your pants are not strong at the critical moment?" ”

Zheng Jianing also drank too much, "Go, didn't you pull off my pants?" You're embarrassed to mention it, Wushuang, you're a woman who is not ashamed. ”

Zhao Fushuang lazily supported her cheeks, her cheeks were scattered with the natural flush of drunkenness, and her eyes fluttered and replied nonchalantly, "Who told me that I like you and want to marry you?" ”

Isn't that killing him?

Even if it is the ex-fiancée of the third prince, it is also the person who was once connected with the third prince!

Zheng Jianing was momentarily surprised, "Spare me, auntie, just rely on your strength to harm me, no one you like can like me!" ”

Zhao Fushuang sneered, "Knowing that I don't like it and don't marry you, can I be ashamed of you?" ”

(End of chapter)