"What do you know? Sister Xiaoliu is not that kind of person. She just wants us to go back and have a good rest." An Xiaomo rebutted the words of the three people, but her eyes kept looking around for Sima Ruohan.
The person who had been drinking together just now suddenly disappeared. Even though An Xiaomo was a casual person, he didn't have the courage to ask, so he could only observe secretly.
"That's right, that's right..." Mu Yunhua, Feng Qianyu and Wan Qing agreed with An Xiaomo's words. In the hearts of these girls, Jiao Xiaoliu was really a god-like existence.
"Then, what should we do?" Bu Qingyun was the one who spoke. Looking at the mess, do you really want to clean up this?
"Bu Qingyun, at least you should have some brains. The Seventh Emperor's Wife has already left..." Feng Qingchen complained angrily to Bu Qingyun and took the lead in pulling Wan Qing away.
Dongli also took off his folding fan from behind his collar, opened it and shook it gently in front of his chest, "If you are really willing to clean these things, I will never stop you, but I seem to have drank too much...drunk too much
...Don’t cause any trouble. Brother Zixuan, are you drunk too?"
He is indeed a good brother, and he did not forget to help me at this time.
An Zixuan naturally understood it, and immediately half-knocked his eyes and started shaking, as if he couldn't even stand still, "Yes, I drank too much... Brother Dongli, let's go back and rest."
Although the women in Mu Yunhua could speak for Jiao Xiaoliu, it was really difficult for them to look at the mess on the table and clean it up. They had no choice but to drink and run away.
Bu Qingyun sighed, "I didn't say I would take care of these..."
The remaining people immediately dispersed, leaving only tables of leftovers, but servants immediately came to clean them up.
"Madam, what's wrong with you? You don't seem very happy." Feng Qianchen always likes to call Jiao Xiaoliu Madam when no one is around, and it seems that he has become addicted.
Jiao Xiaoliu thought about what just happened and frowned, "I don't know where to start."
"Something happened?" Feng Qianchen raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiao Xiaoliu jokingly.
"At that time, Mo Lan came." Jiao Xiaoliu finally decided to start with Mo Lan, "He has changed a lot from his previous appearance. I almost didn't recognize him."
Feng Qianchen just nodded lightly and said nothing. He knew that Jiao Xiaoliu would continue talking.
"He said he came to congratulate him, but I can clearly feel his hatred." Jiao Xiaoliu sighed, "I have never spoken more than a hundred words to him since we met. How could it be like this?
What?" As he said that, Jiao Xiaoliu couldn't help but become a little annoyed.
Feng Qianchen still chuckled and pinched Jiao Xiaoliu's cheek without saying anything.
"Well, and Sima Ruohan also came here. He admitted that he was Sima Ruochen's younger brother. But..." Jiao Xiaoliu shook his head, "Hasn't Sima's family been wiped out? Including Sima Ruochen.
He is indeed dead, and now Sima Ruohan suddenly appears, don't you think it's a little strange?"
Feng Qianchen's expression finally became serious, "It's indeed a bit strange. Descendants of the Xu family and the Sima family who had been wiped out have appeared one after another..."
"That's not what I'm worried about," Jiao Xiaoliu interrupted Feng Qianchen, "Now that 'Fengming' has fallen into the hands of Shangguan Mo and the others, I'm afraid that Sima Ruohan's appearance is not to recognize Sima Ruochen.
Sister, you came here for the 'Wind-Destroying Sword'."
