Upon hearing Ye Shu's words, Zhuge Mingkong looked at the man in surprise. Is this the Prince Yunjing of the Later Qin Dynasty, who was known as the God of War? She looked at the man, and at the moment when the man's eyes met, the ink-colored evil spirit flowed out.
The brilliance actually made her feel indescribably familiar.
"Young Master Ye, what are you saying? It's true that I am a prince, but I can't be called the God of War. The God of War should be Rong Yu, King of Anling in the Northern Zhou Dynasty!" Yun Jing fell from the tree, wearing white clothes.
The clothes are fluttered, the corners are flowing, and there is an indescribable temperament.
"Rong Yumei has not left the palace for four years. You must know that there are talented people in every generation. Prince Yun does not need to be too humble. You must know that being too self-effacing would be hypocrisy."
"Well, I am no longer modest. I am indeed the God of War." Yun Jing sat on the brocade cloth, stretched out his wine glass and said, "Prince Ye will not only enjoy such a good wine by himself!"
Upon hearing Yun Jing's words, Zhuge Mingkong immediately held the wine glass in his arms. This is her wine and is not for outsiders to drink.
"Don't let the rich water flow to outsiders' fields. This is the wine of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. You have to drink it back and drink it later in the Qin Dynasty."
"This must be Miss Mingkong, the daughter of Marquis Zhuge Wen and the unmarried wife of King Anling, right?" Yunjing's eyes lingered on Zhuge Mingkong, and then he smiled evilly: "She deserves to be the most beautiful woman in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
, she looks very good. I wonder if she will get married again?"
"Don't worry, the prince. The little girl's father will make arrangements for himself." Ye Shu suddenly stood up at this time, looked at Zhuge Mingkong and said: "Little girl, we should go back. We haven't told Uncle Huang since we came back.
Hello, please go with me!"
"Okay!" Zhuge Mingkong stood up quickly. She didn't want to stay with Yun Jing for too long. This man gave her a very strange feeling. Turning around, as soon as she took a step, someone held her hand. Behind her, Yun Jing
Jing's slightly playful voice came.
"Miss Mingkong, why do you have to leave so quickly? Stay with me."
"Get out of here." Zhuge Mingkong turned around and kicked Yun Jing. Maybe he didn't expect that Zhuge Mingkong would suddenly make a move, and this kick completely hit Yun Jing's left shoulder.
"Prince, I'm sorry, even if a piglet or puppy touches me, I will kick them unconsciously. I don't treat them differently."
Ye Shu on the side looked very happy, probably because of Zhuge Mingkong's kick. He patted Zhuge Mingkong on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."
The two left side by side, and Yun Jingjing, who was sitting there, looked at Zhuge Mingkong's back, his dark eyes seemed to be overflowing with brilliant light.
"interesting."
Back at Kasyapa Temple, after Zhuge Mingkong had put away the pear blossom wine, Ye Shu suddenly had something to do, so she went to the Main Hall alone. At this time, the old emperor was talking to Abbot Xu Xing. When he saw her coming, he waved to Zhuge.
Mingkong came to him: "Girl Ming, come here."
"What's the matter? Uncle Emperor." Zhuge Mingkong walked next to him obediently.
"Master Xu Xing is proficient in the art of physiognomy. Let him take a look at it for you and see how it goes in the future." The old emperor said, facing Abbot Xu Xing, he said politely: "Thank you, Master Xu Xing."
"I don't dare, Your Majesty." Xu Xing said respectfully to the old emperor, and then he looked at Zhuge Mingkong.
A pair of chestnut eyes that seemed to see everything clearly made Zhuge Mingkong feel a little sick. Abbot Xuxing looked about fifty years old, and his face was a bit old, but it revealed the profundity of an outsider.
"Your Majesty, Miss Mingkong has a very good face and will be extremely rich in the future."