"Haha, that's fine. It's rare to come to Fengluan Hall to wait for a long time and taste some noble tea samples. It's a worthwhile trip."

With cold eyes and cold words, a trace of cold indifference drifted across his handsome face. Chu Qianfeng held the tea cup and added a cup for Shangguan. His elegant movements exuded a leisurely tranquility and peace. The beauty is beautiful.

But it's not like the coquettish touch on Shangguan Lin's body, it's light and filled with pure color that confuses the public.

"Really?"

Humming with a smile and sipping the tiny drop of tea moistening his lips, Shangguan Lin put on his handkerchief and stood up, walking up to Nan Ming. His beautiful eyes, as delicate as orchids, stared at Nan Ming's eyes, refracted.

Under the sparkling light, he asked word by word: "I heard that you have a sister? Her name is Nanya?"

Nan Ming remained silent, her body trembled quietly, her fingers hanging by her side played with the thread of her shirt, and she did not respond.[

"Don't say anything? Haha, would you like me to send someone to greet Miss Nanya?"

The tip of his eyes raised a beautiful and fleeting arc, Shangguan Lin curved his beautiful eyebrows, and smiled brightly and charmingly, showing his unparalleled youthfulness.

The pronunciation of his words is clear and gentle, and it sounds like a greeting mixed with concern. But only those who are familiar with it know how cruel the so-called greeting represents.

"How dare you!"

Gritting his teeth and saying it with hatred, Nan Ming shook his hands into fists and folded them tightly at his side, ready to go.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?"

The seven short words were spoken softly from Shangguan Lin's lips. Shangguan Lin's body was filled with a formidable cold air, a sharp momentum, as cold as frost. There was a hint of arrogance and domineering in his arrogant words,

It is dangerous arrogance and a strong general aura.

"The master is not here."

Clenching her fists, Nan Ming was shocked and impressed by Shangguan Lin's strong and coercive voice. Nan Ming released his fists and softened his attitude.

"Oh, really?"

With a hint of disdain on his condensed face, Shangguan Lin turned his head and asked Chu Qianfeng with a smile, "Mr. Chu, do you have the most soul-killing flower medicine in the world? It is said that you can control hundreds of people at night? I don't know.

, can I borrow it for use?”

"Okay! I'll leave it alone anyway."

Before the woman woke up and after learning the reason for the woman's miscarriage, Chu Qianfeng could truly feel that the man in front of him loved the woman. It came from the bottom of his heart, came from the truth, and was not fake at all.

Shangguan Lin wanted to settle Leng Yuhan's debt with Mo Yuzhuang, and Chu Qianfeng was naturally happy to do so, so as not to go through the trouble of doing it himself. Accompanying Shangguan Lin to perform this scene well was nothing more than a simple effort.

"Master, the master is really not here."

When Nan Ming saw that Shangguan Lin was about to come, he bent his legs and knelt down. He would rather be inferior than tell Shangguan Lin where Mo Yuzhuang was.

"Son, go and bring the medicine General Shangguan wants!"

The words were cold and without warmth, the ink eyes were dark, and there was a cold and cold look. Chu Qianfeng took over Nan Ming's words and gave instructions.

"yes!"[

Er bowed to Chu Qianfeng, squeezed out of the crowd outside the palace gate with his small body, and ran out of the palace. Before he could run a few steps, he saw a beam of white light flashing in front of his eyes, and his body was caught the next moment.

Throw it into the palace.

"Master, help!"

With his little body, he hit the men blocking the palace door, creating a gap, and fell in front of Chu Qianfeng's feet, with his nose touching the ground, two lines of hot blood flowing out, and he passed out.

past.

"Haha, look at this felled one. He looks like a little cat. I wonder what kind of heartless and blind slave he is. He doesn't even spare a child?"

Picking up Er's collar and stuffing it into the chair, Chu Qianfeng pointed at Sang and scolded Huai. He chuckled, not in a hurry or angry, but scolded.

"Nan Ming, it's none of your business, get down!"

After passing through the many guards, a man walked out of the hall. He was wearing white clothes, white trousers and white boots, with long black hair hanging straight down, and a white belt, which was simply tied into a bunch of flowers.

The visitor glanced sideways and glanced at the person kneeling on the ground. His words were crisp and hoarse.

"Yes, Master!"

Nan Ming stood up and did not move away from the two daggers placed on his neck. The two men in plain clothes evacuated the hall and retreated to the outside of the hall. The people guarding outside automatically closed the door and sealed the hall.

"Coming?"

A word, like cold ice, the Shangguan looked at the incoming man.

Pure white, clean and elegant, unstained by dust, holy and noble, with a flying look in his eyes, as proud as snow, standing upright in the center of the hall, gazing with a beautiful and charming light, with a touch of isolation.
Chapter completed!