"How is Ah Li?" Feng Qinghan leaned against Wei Nuan's body and asked in a low voice.
"It looks good. When I saw Meng Liao just now, he smiled, very softly, without the cold and distant feeling at the beginning." Wei Nuan explained to Feng Qinghan in detail.
The corners of Feng Qinghan's mouth turned up, "In the past, Meng Liao always bullied him, but we all know that Meng Liao loves him very much. You also know that Meng Liao is not young anymore. I always have the feeling that Meng Liao treats Ah Li as his own child."
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Wei Nuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Meng Liao and Yu Zhi Yue? What is the relationship between father and son? It feels so inconsistent, Meng Liao looks more like a son no matter what! Yu Zhi Yue is definitely not as childish as him.
"What are you two whispering about, Qinghan, you and Ah Zhu are so close, Ah Li will be jealous if you see them." Meng Liao stole a glance at Yu Zhi Li, but Yu Zhi Li's face was calm, without any intention of jealousy.
It made Meng Liao's face a little confused.
Just as they were talking in a low voice, people from Dongye Kingdom appeared, and the leader was naturally Jun Li. When he slowly walked into the hall, the lights in the hall dimmed for a moment.
Wearing black clothes does not give people a dark and gloomy feeling, but makes people feel noble and cool. The black clothes are edged with silver thread and sparkle under the lights.
Her black hair stands up high, and she has a black crown and jade hairpin.
His face is like a crown jewel, and his skin is like cream. Such words are perfect for him. His raised eyebrows, high bridge of nose, and slightly raised corners of his mouth all show his pride.
He is Prince Junli.
Two people followed behind him, one with a slightly resolute face, and the other with an overly delicate face. Once again, he was visually shocked.
"Dongye Junli pays homage to the Emperor Feng Zhao, and wishes the Emperor peace and prosperity." Junli bowed to the emperor without kneeling down. Since they are two different countries and have different loyalties, there is no need to kneel down.
Feng Zhao's emperor didn't mind either and smiled and let them sit down.
Jun Li was sitting right next to Yu Zhi Li, directly opposite Feng Qing Han, and Wei Nuan could meet Jun Li's face inadvertently, but she could never meet Jun Li's eyes.
Wei Nuan felt funny in her heart. She felt that Jun Li was like a proud peacock. When she opened her tail, she would definitely clap her hands in admiration, but what would she look like when she didn't open her tail?
"Hey, Qinghan, Jun Li is very good-looking. Let me see who is better looking between the two of you. Azhu, who do you think is better looking?" Meng Liao mischievously looked at Jun Li and Feng Qinghan.
Floating around.
"Why do you involve me if you are competing with yourself?" Wei Nuan rolled her eyes.
"The crowd's eyes are sharp, right? It's useless for me to say it alone." Meng Liao probably acted rogue, because he noticed that although Feng Qinghan's face was still calm, there were still some subtle changes.
Others may not be able to see such changes, but he can see it clearly. After all, they have been friends for so many years, so he can still grasp the small details better than others.
A hint of cunning flashed through Wei Nuan's eyes, "He looks... better than you. As for comparing with my Han family, he's still a little worse."
Meng Liao became unhappy instantly and felt bad all over. He snorted loudly and lowered his head to eat to vent his anger, while Feng Qinghan was in an extremely happy mood.
Although he never belittles himself, he still has other considerations when meeting someone who is equally matched. After all, he has one less advantage than others.