Lin Zhihuang looked for his voice and saw Wen Nanfang sitting low on the edge of the bed. His slender hand was holding a bowl of steaming white porcelain medicine, and he was carefully serving an old man who was leaning on the couch to drink medicine.

The old man was about fifty or sixty years old. He was clean and lean, with a tall crown and a long beard. His face was simple and ancient, and his two long eyebrows were also bearded, extending to his chin.

Even though the old man is now ill, his face is pale, his lips are bloodless, and although his face has wrinkles caused by aging and there are a few streaks of gray on his temples, he is still calm and peaceful, his mind is clear, and his bearing is extraordinary.

When Lin Zhihuang saw him, his expression changed slightly, thinking that this was the world-famous Mr. Shouyama.

On the floor where Wen Nanfang and Mr. Shoushan were sitting, there was also a gentleman from an aristocratic family sitting cross-legged with his hands tied behind his back.

The husband was probably around eighteen or nineteen years old. Even though he was tied up at this time, his posture was casual. His tied hands were resting on the footrests on the side of the couch, and his tall body was leaning in a lazy and relaxed posture.

The dark green silk hair is loose and untied, winding down from the top of the hair, spread quietly among the navy blue clothes, looking charming and charming, and the wheat-colored skin exposed on the face and neck is faintly showing a healthy glow.

, the whole person exudes amazing masculine charm without any disguise.

I guess this is Sui Bianhong, one of the "Seven Congs" who is as famous as Wen Nanfang.

"Lord." When Wen Nannan saw Lin Zhihuang come in, a hint of reverence appeared on his handsome face. He placed the medicine bowl in his hand on the fallen table, stood up, and saluted Lin Zhihuang.

Lin Zhihuang nodded gently to Wen Nannan, indicating that he did not need to be polite.

Wen Nanfang accepted the gift and stepped back to Lin Zhihuang's side, making room for Lin Zhihuang to talk with Mr. Shoushan.

As soon as Mr. Moriyama saw Wen Nanfang's actions, he knew that Wen Nanfang really worshiped the little lady in front of him as his master. Otherwise, with his profound arrogance, even if it was a show, he would not act like this to another person.

"Junior Lin Zhihuan is the lord whom your direct disciple Wen Nanfang has joined. I have admired you for a long time, and I feel very lucky to see you today."

After Lin Zhihuang met Wen Nanfang, he did not show any sign of Sui Bianhong's initial rudeness. He simply ignored him and, with a smile on his face, walked straight to the couch where Mr. Shouyama was leaning and gave Mr. Shouyama a junior salute.

Seeing that Lin Zhihuang could remain so calm and composed in the face of Sui Bianhong's deliberate provocation, Mr. Moriyama coughed, stroked his beard, smiled lightly, and nodded to her to show respect.

"Your Majesty's words are serious, and this courtesy has been passed. You are an official, and I am just a white man. How can I deserve such a great courtesy from you?"

Then Bian Hong saw that Lin Zhihuang was still so cool in the face of his provocation at such a young age. The laziness around him disappeared a little, and finally he no longer regarded Lin Zhihuang as if he was nothing. His peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and he began to

Look at her carefully.

"It may be a little abrupt for me to invite you here this time, but it is indeed for your safety. I hope you won't be surprised, and don't blame Yu Congshen for this." Lin Zhihuang smiled and said to Mr. Morishan, "Junior"

present.

After a few words of exchange, Mr. Shoushan was sure that Lin Zhihuang was indeed the master of Wen Nanfang. He steeled himself to deal with her and did not dare to take her lightly.

"The Lord is overly worried. I haven't seen Congshen for a long time. Now I am very happy to see him look so handsome. How can I blame him?"

The smile on Lin Zhihuang's face became more genuine when he heard this, and he continued: "Sir, don't worry too much. I have no other intention of inviting you here this time. I just want to see you to fulfill my previous wish."

"When Sir recovers, I will definitely send someone to escort you safely to Zhuozhou City to reunite with your disciple Fu Xiao."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Moriyama's eyes moved slightly, he covered his mouth and coughed, then smiled calmly and said: "I was passing by your place and failed to come to visit you. It is already rude. Why should I bother you?"

Then Ben Hong saw Mr. Moriyama and Lin Zhihuang getting into a fight back and forth. Lin Zhihuang was able to pick up on her. How could he treat her as a little girl who didn't understand anything? He saw Lin Zhihuang repeatedly saying

Ignoring him, he stretched his long legs to regain his sense of presence.

Guan Fuqing and Xiao Qi followed Lin Zhihuang in. After seeing Mr. Moriyama, they had been immersed in the excitement of meeting their idol. At this time, their enthusiasm faded a little, and they turned around to see Suibian Hong looking like this.

The brows furrowed at the same time.

The two of them looked at Sui Bianhong, and then looked at Lin Zhihuang worriedly. The appearance of Suihuang Jun was exactly the kind of husband that a young lady in love would love. If the master had little experience in this area, he would be regarded as a lover.

The way to coax...

"From what you said, do you think you are familiar with Junior Brother Congting?" Then Bian Hong saw that everyone's eyes were indeed attracted to him. He leaned back indifferently and asked in a lazy voice.

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"Of course we are familiar with each other. After all, I and Fu Xiao will be allies who are about to form an alliance." The question was asked by Sui Bian Hong, but when Lin Zhihuang answered, he looked at Mr. Shoushan.

Mr. Shoushan was slightly startled when he heard this. Because he came from out of town and was on the way to escape, he was inevitably not well-informed. He did not understand the specific situation in Zhuozhou, and he didn't know how to talk about it for a while. Mr. Shoushan turned his head and walked towards Lin Zhihuang's side.

Wen Nanfang cast an inquiring look.

Lin Zhihuang kept looking at Mr. Shoushan, and naturally saw the look in Mr. Shoushan's eyes, so he smiled and nodded calmly to Wen Nanfang beside him.

Wen Nanfang immediately understood what Lin Zhihuang meant, took a few steps forward and walked to the couch, leaned over and told Mr. Shoushan the past of Lin Zhihuang and Fu Xiao, as well as the situation they were facing now.

Then Bian Hong saw the eyes of the people around him. They were all focused on him because of his actions just now. Only Lin Zhihuang still regarded him as nothing. There was a trace of anger in his pair of shining peach blossom eyes, and he grabbed Lin Zhihuang.

The emperor's words were flawless, and he lazily said: "An alliance? Coming soon?"

"There is no formal agreement yet. Is it too early for Mr. Fu to come out and say it now?"

After Lin Zhihuang heard this, he finally turned his head and looked at Sui Bianhong, who was lazily leaning on the couch with a smile.

Then Bian Hong saw Lin Zhihuang turning his head and looking over, and gave him a bewitching smile, allowing himself to exude his masculine charm.

Lin Zhihuang looked Sui Bian Hong up and down, and the smile on his face became even bigger: "Why say it too early? I have invited Mr. Shoushan to be a guest in my house, and I will personally send someone to send Mr. Shoushan to Zhuozhou."

When Zhou Cheng and Fu Xiao meet, isn't this a foregone conclusion?"

Sui Bianhong immediately reacted and no longer exuded his charming masculine charm. He sat up straight and shouted: "How dare you use Master as a bargaining chip to threaten the alliance!"

"Congshen, you ungrateful person! Have you forgotten the kindness that Master taught you? You treated him like this!" Sui Bianhong's peach blossom eyes were bloodshot, and he changed from his previous lazy posture, obviously moved.
Chapter completed!