At a table in the southwest corner, there are three men and one woman. The men all cover their faces with veils. The woman has a broad body and a heroic appearance. She seems to be a native of Huangfeng and the head of the family.

At a table in the northwest corner, two women were chatting and laughing loudly. The table was filled with dried shredded beef and raisins, as if they were late to meet each other.

There was only one guest sitting at the table near the east, a man in a bright black robe. There was a pot of tea on the table, a small cup with floral green tea patterns, and a two-foot-long jade flute.

The whole body of the jade flute is green and crystal clear, with some faint carvings.

Leng Yuhan's heart tightened, and the hand holding the edge of the cup couldn't help but tighten a little more.[

It's not because of anything else, just because of that jade flute.

It was a jade flute engraved with the roaring dragon totem.

In the memory left by Shi Hanyan, the jade flute is a symbol of status, a symbol of royal status.

Just like Shi Hanyan's personal protective Nine-fly Iron Coupon, it was a personal belonging of the Fourth Prince of Longliang, Ran Qingchen.

Could it be that the man in front of me is Long Liang's fourth prince Ran Qingchen? That is, the fourth prince brother of Ran Mofeng?

but?

Leng Yuhan secretly thought in his heart, it was said in the world that Long Liang's fourth prince was as beautiful as a crown jade, a peerless man who looked like an immortal. His nickname in the world was: "When an immortal sleeve dances, the heavens will hate him, and when he smiles, the palace will shake."

's amazing reputation.

The man in front of him had a dark complexion and a stoic face. There seemed to be a big gap between the rumors and reality.

Could it be that this man came to meet Liu Meier on behalf of Ran Qingchen? That jade flute was Ran Qingchen's token of recognition?

Leng Yuhan was thinking about it when she turned her eyes and saw the man leaving tea money on the table and about to get up and walk to the second floor.

Leng Yuhan pretended to be in a hurry and stood up, but the soles of her feet slipped and she couldn't stand still, and she hit the man hard.

"Girl, you seem to be leaving in a hurry."

The man was about to step out of the door when he suddenly felt a violent force rushing behind him, as if the person coming had other motives and bad intentions.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and the man stepped sideways. The jade flute made a beautiful swing in the ink robe, and in a blink of an eye, it caught Leng Yuhan's soft body that was about to come into close contact with the earth.

"Young Master is indeed very skilled."

Got discovered? It doesn't matter.

Originally, he wanted to test the identity of the man in front of him, but now that he had found out, Leng Yuhan felt calm about it.

"Haha, thank you very much for your compliment, girl. Doesn't she look like a native of Huangfeng?"

The man spoke in surprise, his voice was low and had a strong masculine aura.[

"Huh? How do you say this?"

It had been so long since she had been in contact with a man with a strong masculine flavor. Leng Yuhan didn't know what to call the strong sense of resistance rising in her heart.

"It's like this. I'm sorry for my stupidity, but the Phoenix and Phoenix Women's Kingdom respects women. Their physical strength and appearance are unmatched by the women of the other three kingdoms. But the girl is unique. She was born so delicate and petite, that's why I ask this question.

"

It's hard to hide the stunning look in his eyes, the man's dark and deep eyes contain a hint of admiration.

"Really? It can only be said that the young master has very little knowledge. The land of Phoenix and Phoenix, the beautiful women in the clouds, is something that the young master can easily spy on."

A pervert!

When you meet a strange woman, you don't even check whether she recognizes her or not, so you try to marry her. It's very frivolous!

Leng Yuhan discovered that people in this world, both men and women, are very familiar with each other.

"That's right. The girl's views are authentic, so I can teach you both physically and mentally."

There was an unknown light shining in the man's eyes, and it seemed that he was about to get something unexpected this time.

"Well. Then I would like to thank you for your help just now. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will invite you to give me some tea to thank you for your help today."

This man is not simple!

Although he has an ordinary appearance, and although he does not have a voice as gentle as Ran Mofeng's, there is an oppressive aura about the man that is difficult to ignore.

This feeling of oppression that is different from ordinary people, the better the man hides it, the more Leng Yuhan can feel it.

"In that case, I will take the girl's words to heart as an agreement. I still have some things to do, so I won't disturb the girl for the time being."

Putting hands in a bow and a man bowing to Leng Yuhan is a farewell etiquette between men.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Following the man's gesture of bowing his hands, Leng Yuhan no longer had the intention to deal with it.

It turns out that I am really not Shi Hanyan.

I don't have Shi Hanyan's inherent heroic spirit, nor does he have Shi Hanyan's heroic ambition to gallop on the battlefield, nor does he have Shi Hanyan's courage to be regarded as a king with men.

It's just that Kong has Shi Hanyan's identity and status, but in terms of courage and soul in his heart, he is still one ten thousandth less than Shi Hanyan.

What I met today was just an ordinary man from another country, and I was no longer able to deal with it. What if what I had to face in the future was a general or emperor who commanded thousands of troops? [

How can such a self replace Shi Hanyan to complete her eternal hegemony? What ability does she have to protect the people Shi Hanyan wants to keep?

The cracks in the dam in her heart were quietly drilled out, and Leng Yuhan became less confident and more confused about the uncertain future.

And Luoyang, where did that girl who was only a little over ten years old go?

As a useless person, without any company, what can I do to save Luoyang?

As her eyes followed the man's figure to the east corner of the second floor, Leng Yuhan's feeling of oppression in her heart became increasingly intense.

"Sir, are you back? Xiuxiang misses you so much."

In the back room on the second floor, the door was pushed open, and a maid came out of the house and said something sweet and sweet.

"Haha, I'm really not shy."

Raising his hand to pinch the little maid's earlobe, the man reached over the little maid's body, untied his ink robe and threw it into the little maid's hand.

"Ah, is it Xiuxiang who is not shy, or the young master? He undresses and takes off his belt as soon as he comes in. Would you like Xiuxiang to undress and take off his belt for the master?"

She followed the man from the outer room to the inner room with a smile. The maid chuckled all the way and took over the tight-fitting dark robes that the man took off one after another.

"Haha, you are such an itchy girl. It's time for Lingwan to teach you a lesson."

As the number of robes on his body decreased, the man's body bones also changed from strong and strong to thinner and thinner.

"Hmph. Lingwan, he doesn't dare. If he dares, I'll scratch his skin."

She stretched out her well-groomed nails and scratched them viciously, Xiuxiang gestured in front of the man reluctantly.

"Women are like blades. This is true. If you are not careful, you will get blood."

After taking off the last ink robe, the man nodded the maid's forehead in a funny manner, took the water handkerchief from the wooden basin, wrung it out, and began to wipe his dark face.

"Sir, when should we go back? You see, there is no water here, no food, no food. How boring."

The ink robe in her arms was heavy, and the maid reluctantly held it and stood aside.

"Haha, it's almost over."

The water handkerchief exuded the fragrance of lotus root and passed along the man's perfect face one by one, revealing every inch of snow-white skin. The man smiled as he looked at the beautiful face that was gradually becoming more magnificent in the copper realm.

"If it's soon, of course it would be best. Also, the old lady's birthday is coming soon. Have you thought about what gift you want to give me?"

After folding the ink robes one by one and neatly placing them in the pillow cabinet with a folded edge, the maid asked casually.

"Since it's my birthday, of course I have to give something interesting. Otherwise, give Xiuxiang to the old lady. My Xiuxiang is so smart and cute, the old lady must like it very much."

The spirit of abundance is like jade, and the temperament is as beautiful as orchid.

The man is elegant and elegant, his manners are charming and somewhat dissolute.

"Ah, bah, bah, bah! Xiuxiang hates the young master so much. He just knows how to bully Xiuxiang. If he has the ability, the young master should bully the person downstairs. Xiangxiu saw how surprised the young master was when he saw the person downstairs."

"Haha. What about the people downstairs?"

The person he had just met suddenly flashed through his mind, and the man just muttered.

Is it Shihanyan?

The nine kings of the Phoenix Kingdom and the majestic commander of the 700,000 Phoenix female army?

and

The man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then a wild smile slowly escaped his lips.

It seems that that woman is still the wife of his seventh brother!

Ha ha ha ha!

After half a morning in a state of confusion, the sky started to change after falling into the water in late summer.

First there was a storm, then lightning and thunder, and soon raindrops as big as beans began to pour down.

Thunderbolts struck everything exposed in Guihuang Courtyard.

Under the silent rain and dew, Guihuang courtyard became lively.

The waiter who collected the grains hurriedly found tarpaulins for shelter from the rain, and covered them with large, small, square, round, and quick hands and feet. The waiter who cleaned the bedding took back the sheets that had been dried in the sun.

I still have to carry back the clothes that are being cleaned, and there are people everywhere with hurried footsteps, pushing and shoving.

Suddenly, the busy scene of Guihuang Courtyard in the rain was very spectacular.

"Luoyang, where are you?"

Looking through the small lattice on the window to the crowds of people in the courtyard, Leng Yuhan was secretly worried in her heart.

Although Luoyang is much more mature than ordinary girls, she is still a teenager after all.

It was fine in Huangfeng's own country, and Leng Yuhan wasn't worried about what would happen to Luoyang, but if she was kidnapped by human traffickers and taken to another country, Luoyang would be a little girl at the mercy of others.

Is this trip into the water wrong?

Leng Yuhan couldn't help but reflect, and Leng Yuhan felt even more worried.

The waiters outside the window hurriedly cleaned up and then hid in their houses to take shelter from the rain.

Guihuang Small Courtyard instantly regained the peace it had when Leng Yuhan first entered the place.

The entire 200-square-meter courtyard was empty, as if it could fit the entire world. It was so quiet that only the sound of clear rain could be heard all over the courtyard.

Raindrops splashed from the window grille and fell onto Leng Yuhan's clothes, instantly soaking Leng Yuhan's white silk clothes.

Leng Yuhan left in a hurry yesterday, and did not tell Luoyang to bring the clothes that needed to be changed. When the clothes were wet by the rain, Leng Yuhan's first reaction was to wrinkle his beautiful eyebrows.

"The weather is always unfavorable? Even God bullies me?"

After shaking off the hem of his clothes and seeing that about half of his legs were wet, Leng Yuhan had no choice but to give up the thought of holding back, stood up and walked out the door.

Maybe you can ask the store to help you dry your clothes? Why are your clothes wet in the store? There is no reason not to lend a hand?

Leng Yuhan thought very shamelessly, opened the door and was about to walk downstairs, when she suddenly heard a slight gasp and a few footsteps following closely.

It was raining so heavily outside. If you were an ordinary person, you would have run so fast that you would have even dropped your shoes.

How can you think of moving so lightly and so carefully?

Coupled with the extremely weak gasping sound, could it be related to the setting sun?

Slowly following in the direction where the footsteps disappeared, Leng Yuhan felt that there was something wrong with Guihuang Inn.

Because, things that are too peaceful often come with random surprises.

Just as Leng Yuhan expected, where the wet footprints stopped was a wooden door with older carvings and decorations, which was also the door leading to the entrance to the third floor of the small building.

"Going? Not going?"

Leng Yuhan's heart was fighting.

He has an adventurous spirit at heart, but as he is unfamiliar with the place here, Leng Yuhan is certainly not brave enough to venture into other people's forbidden areas alone.

But what if Luoyang is really inside?

Leng Yuhan moved his body to the dark place on the left side of the wooden door. Leng Yuhan said with all his strength, "Go ahead! You may risk your life at worst."

Anyway, you have died once and worn once, so you are not afraid of dying and wearing clothes again, right?

What if I could travel back to modern times?

Hehe, Leng Yuhan raised her head to the sky and worshiped the earth for what she wanted!

The great cause of Huangfeng here should be left to the real Shi Hanyan.

Leng Yuhan felt that with his nature, he was really not suitable for such a place where the weak and the strong preyed on each other.

Gently pushing the handle on the wooden door, the door moved, and Leng Yuhan tiptoed and slipped in sideways.

Very dark!

The sudden darkness inside the door made Leng Yuhan stand where he was, unable to take another step forward.

When Leng Yuhan passed the short period of visual blindness and tried very hard to see everything in front of him clearly, Leng Yuhan discovered that the wooden door was a deceptive decoration.

In front of Leng Yuhan's eyes, there was a stairway with about twelve steps. The handrails on both sides of the walkway had long been broken and worn out, and the few remaining wooden boards supporting the stairs were swaying left and right in the dim light.

There is a series of small wet prints clearly printed in the center of the stairs.

Such a series of small prints, if they are not the footprints of a woman, they can only be the footprints of a child.

Could it be the footprints of Luoyang?

Feeling a little secretly happy in his heart, Leng Yuhan followed the footprints up the torturous stairs and followed them all the way to another room.

Leng Yuhan wiped away the wet water on her skirt, made a small hole in the window paper, and peered into the house.

Inside the house, there are simple daily necessities.

There is a square table with two bamboo chairs. There is a kettle on the table and a set of pots and cups. There is a bronze mirror and several boxes of rouge on the dressing table.

On the side of the counter, the water on the washstand was steaming whitely.

On top of the collapse, a man whose face was covered by a white gauze was tied up hand and foot and thrown on the bed.

The man's eyes were indifferent, looking coldly towards the empty roof.

Is that man Mo Yuzhuang?

There was no need to delve into the face under the veil. Leng Yuhan could recognize at a glance that the man who was thrown on the collapse was the man he desperately wanted to find just by looking at the cold stars in his eyes.

Moyu makeup.

But according to the schedule, Mo Yuzhuang and the others should appear at night?

Is it possible that Shangguan Lin's work efficiency is so fast?

I can't figure out what went wrong, but I just feel like something isn't quite right.

"Huh! You are really a little kid who can't even get into the court. Is it such a trivial thing that scares you out of your wits?"

A woman's sarcastic voice came from the silent room, and her sarcastic voice was laced with disgust.

Liu Meier?

Is such a vicious voice the same Liu Meier that I have seen?

Leng Yuhan didn't remember that Liu Meier looked like such a fierce woman in front of Ran Mofeng.

Changing the angle and looking into the room, Leng Yuhan saw Liu Meier walking out from behind the screen with an angry look on her face.

Behind Liu Mei'er followed a rugged woman with a wide waist and a fat body. There were several circles of gauze wrapped around the left wrist. It was white and oozed with a little blood, which seemed to be injured.

"Yes, yes, the little one deserves to die. The little one deserves to die."

The voice that replied was low and hoarse, and one could tell at first glance that he was a rude and timid person.

"Damn it, damn it. You have to have the courage to die."

Today, Liu Meier was wearing a long black dress, with her whole body covered tightly. It was a thousand miles away from the charming Liu Meier that Leng Yuhan saw that day.

"All men in the world are really so mean. He doesn't want those who love him, but he keeps those who don't love him. He deserves to be unloved all his life."

Glancing at the man who was still indifferent, Liu Meier cursed fiercely.

"Yes! Yes! The princess is right."

As Liu Meier looked at the man lying on the bed, the rough woman swallowed, her face full of greed.

Leng Yuhan laughed in her heart, thinking to herself, were these words scolding Ran Mofeng?

Women like Liu Meier should really be called 'fox beauties' instead of 'femme fatales'.

If a scorpion cannot eat, it will just turn around and run away in frustration, but the fox will be different, because if it cannot eat the grapes, it will say the grapes are sour!

"You're right? It's useless. You're a piece of trash! You can't even pick it up if I give you an advantage."

Lifting up her foot and kicking the rugged woman on the back, Liu Meier stood up and walked to the front of the collapse.

He held Mo Yuzhuang's chin with his fingers and looked at her carefully, "Isn't she just a prostitute? She doesn't look very good either."

The man's indifferent gaze fell on Liu Mei'er's face, and he allowed Liu Mei'er to mock her without any reaction. Only the white gauze floating around on his face vaguely revealed the man's innate peerless appearance.

"Hmph! Can't you see that you are quite proud? I don't believe that you have something to be proud of with a body that has been ruined by others! Zhao Lin, come here quickly, this is the best tonic for the Longliang royal family.

Well, I will ecstasy for you right now. Hahaha."

She took out a blue porcelain bottle from her arms and threw it to the woman who was still on the ground and didn't dare to get up. Liu Meier sat down on the chair with a smile and was very satisfied with the man's body that stiffened in an instant.

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, Princess, for your kindness."

As soon as she got Liu Mei'er's permission, Ms. Zhao no longer cared about the injury on her wrist and climbed onto the bed without rushing.

He reached out and roughly pulled off the man's veil, suppressed the man's struggling body with one hand, and directly pressed the mouth of the bottle into the soft mouth that kept opening and closing as if to say something.
Chapter completed!