After saying this, Shangguan Qianyu and Leng Yuyuan did not speak any more.

Shangguan Qianyu thought to himself that in order to win the favor of the silver-faced man, Zhou Xingyun even made friends with Leng Yuyuan, who had never been intimate. As his friend, he could not help at this time.

Leng Yuyuan thought to himself that this is where Qingdi is, and he, the righteous brother, cannot make Qingdi embarrassed.

When Zhou Xingyun saw him say something, they both stopped talking and smiled and said, "That's right, a real man, if there is anything that can't be solved by drinking, I'll see the heights at the table!"

Leng Yuyuan and Shangguan Qianyu did not agree with this, but they both did not speak in a tacit understanding.

At this time, a figure flashed at the door, and the silver-faced man walked in.

She was wearing a white brocade dress with moon body. Under her silver mask, she could only see her eyes and half of her chin.

Zhou Xingyun immediately smiled and walked forward and said, "Brother Xiaoyan, we are here to see you."

Yan Qingrui's eyes swept over his face, then fell on Shangguan Qianyu's face, and just hugged her fists and said, "Young Master Zhou, Prince Shangguan, I didn't expect you to come to the small place of Wanyu Hall. I'm not welcomed you!"

Her tone was neither strong nor light, her eyes were neither humble nor arrogant, her attitude was neither far nor near, her politeness was revealed in the shallowness, and her greetings did not lose etiquette, which did not make people feel that they were rejecting others for a thousand miles, but they were not too enthusiastic.

Shangguan Qianyu looked over with sharp eyes, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes. This woman should be not very old, but she is very old. Zhou Xingyun's intuition is very accurate, and she is indeed special.

At this time, Yan Qingrui had already walked to Leng Yuyuan's face. She said with concern: "Brother Leng, how are your injuries? I wanted to see you, but I have been plagued by mundane affairs these days."

Leng Yuyuan said: "My injury has been cured long ago. Now that I can't get any impact on my tone, you don't have to worry!"

Yan Qingrui smiled slightly and said, "That's good!"

Although he was wearing a mask, this smile seemed to be bright and clear, and flowers bloomed thousands of miles away. Zhou Xingyun imagined what the smile under the mask should look like. He couldn't help but feel excited. He couldn't help but think in his heart, he really hoped that the one who was hurt was him, and he really hoped that the one who was cared for was him!

However, this idea was prone and he was a little depressed. If it were the one who was injured, the Yin-faced Xiao Qingqing had no friendship with him, he would definitely not care about it.

However, his mood was only depressed for a second, and immediately became excited. He took out the shadow sword and said to Yan Qingrui in a similar way: "Brother Yan, for the first time we met, just a little li, please accept it with a smile!"

He wanted to call Xiao Qingqing very much, but Leng Yuyuan's infatuated boy didn't know that his Xiao Qingqing was a woman. Although he heard that Leng Yuyuan was unwavering in love with Yan Qingrui, he had to be on guard against him.

The sword scabbard is simple and although it has not been unsheathed, its sharpness is like a sheath.

Shangguan Qianyu looked at the sword and twitched the corners of his mouth. Zhou Xingyun really invested heavily. Three years ago, after Zhou Xingyun knew that the sword existed, he tried his best to get it. The brothers in the Shadow Pavilion were sent out to inquire many times. He probably spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

Before I could get it, I immediately used it to please the beauty.

It is rare that he pursues a woman with such a heart. With his ability to Zhou Xingyun, this silver-faced man must have a day to be his younger brother and sister.
Chapter completed!