"Brother Feng......" Wei Ya blinked his eyes and looked at Yexue pitifully.

Ye Xue smiled: "You don't come ...... less"

"Brother Feng, pity the poor brother......" Wei Ya didn't follow, he was coquettish to Yexue, and he had a fight with Bai Tuanzi.

Ye Xue scolded him with a smile: "You can pretend to be ...... The impossible is the impossible......"

Wei Ya's treacherous plan failed to succeed, and he cried with a sad face, "You are too appetizing for me...... I won't be able to sleep at night......"

Yexue raised her eyebrows, "What's the matter with me...... You wait slowly, wait for me to write, and then ask you to come and see ......"

Wei Ya exclaimed, "You are too cruel...... Torture, torture, torture......"

Not to mention Wei Ya, who is coquettish and obedient just to spoil the night snow, but said that Han Ming looks at his nose and nose and his heart, and treats Wei Ya as a transparent person.

said that since he met Ye Xue, Han Ming was wondering, did Wei Ya and Ye Xue guess the fetus? Perhaps, Ye Xue should be the same age as him, and Wei Ya is the boy who is less than fourteen......

Feng Jinyu listened to the storytelling sound coming from downstairs in his left ear, and he didn't show a word in his right ear about Ye Xue and Wei Ya's words.

The left and right ears were busy, but Feng Jinyu was thinking about another thing in his heart. There are many unusual things about Yexue, but in the end, Yexue is just a third-rate master, less than fourteen third-rate masters, not a genius, but it is also quite good...... However, don't care about the genius of literature and martial arts, in terms of force, he is only a third-rate master...... A third-rate master, even if he has a secret that he can't see, how much wind and waves can he turn over?

Don't say anything about a third-rate master, it is a first-class master, he waved his hand, and someone made him disappear without knowing it.

Thinking of this, the doubts about Yexue in Feng Jinyu's mind were all loosened, turned into white lights, and disappeared in his mind.

Yes, how much wind and waves can a third-rate master make? Compared to the people he had to guard against, it was not worth mentioning at all......

With such a conclusion in his heart, Feng Jinyu had a thought, and listened to the wonderful story downstairs of 'Nangong Yexue turned into an executioner and killed the eldest princess of Qinglong with one sword'......

*****

But he said that on a winter morning when it was still sunny and there was no snow or rain, and there was still some sunshine in the sky, there was a noise among the thunderous clapping and applause of the guests in the teahouse to the storyteller.

Ye Xue looked at the noise, but it was a table of warriors with swords hanging from their waists, and a table of scholars in Confucian shirts had a conflict.

The scholar sat idly on the chair and drank tea, but his mouth was not polite at all, "If you want me to say, many things in the world are made by those who use swords and guns...... For example, Nangong Wuming of the Qinglong Empire, isn't it because he wants to be the emperor that the people of the capital are in panic all day long......"

Another scholar said sarcastically: "With developed four legs, a simple mind, and no morality, he actually wants to replace the royal family...... To put it mildly, what kind of martial arts general is it, to put it bluntly, isn't it just a ruffian **** who is going to rebel with a little strength......"

When the scholar heard this, he said with disdain: "Those martial artists know how to fight and kill all day long...... Come and go in a high-profile manner, no matter where they are, as if they are afraid that others will not know them, and their words can deafen people's ears...... If you want me to say, our Vermilion Bird Empire, we should ban martial arts, otherwise one day we will have another Nangong Wuming......"