A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Qian's mouth, he was an interesting person.
"Famous in the heavens, fighting all over the world, romantic, suave, considerate and domineering, this is the perfect husband in my mind!" After introducing Xia Yugang, the plump girl Yi Wenqi said yearningly with a red smile.
"You said before that all living things are your perfect husband!" the short and cute Yi Wenyao muttered to the side.
"Yes..." Yi Wenqi nodded absently, then smiled suddenly and said: "They are all perfect husbands!"
"What about Ye Qian?" Ye Qian couldn't help but ask.
"Mr. Ye Qian, I feel that it is a bit difficult to compete with Princess Fugui for a man..." The plump girl Yi Wenqi said a little sadly, and then her face changed again with determination in her eyes, and she said resolutely: "Even if it is difficult, you have to do it, Mr. Ye Qian
It's mine, even if it's Princess Fugui, I won't let my man out."
"..." Ye Qian opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. It sounded like Ye Qian was really your father-in-law. Shouldn't I express my gratitude now?
Even if you dare to be rude to that woman Yan Fugui, even if you are just talking nonsense, I, Ye Qian, respect you as a man.
For a strange girl like Yi Wenqi, who has a harem on the list of geniuses in all the worlds, Ye Qian has a very strange, interesting and fresh feeling, although sometimes it makes him feel a little upset, even though he
This Mr. Ye Qian seems not to be as good as the Great Mr. Xia Yugang. Although he seems not to be as good as Xia Yugang, he still seems to be smiling.
But obviously, Yi Wenqi himself shouted out, "What's wrong with daydreaming?" This shows that Yi Wenqi himself understands it in his heart. Paradoxically, it seems that she is addicted to it, which seems to be true at all.
Interesting! Ye Qian was chatting, laughing and bickering with the two beautiful girls, and soon they arrived at Feng’s house in the west of the city.
At this time, the Feng family was bustling with people, and there were no invitations. Yi Wenqi handed over his identity token, and after checking it, the Feng family's concierge let the three people in.
"Our Yi family is somewhat famous in the Imperial City, hehe!" Yi Wenqi explained to Ye Qian with a little pride on his face, while a pair of beautiful eyes looked around at the Feng family.
Unlike Yan Fugui or Chu Jinchao who entertained guests this time, the Feng family had hundreds of banquet tables with ten seats at each table, which represented perfection.
At this time, many practitioners had come, but there were still many empty seats. Ye Qian, Yi Wenqi, and Yi Wenyao also randomly found an unoccupied banquet. Ye Qian regretted a little and said: "It seems that this banquet is probably
It will take a while before it starts.”
In fact, he had already made an appointment with Lou Suwei for dinner. It was already almost dinner time, but then he went to Lao Zhang's noodle stall, and it was almost time, so he agreed to the Yi sisters to come over and watch the fun without much thought.
, what I thought was that even if the cleansing party was a little late, it shouldn’t be too late.
Now it seems that, far from being too late, it is simply too early.
Yi Wenqi said with a little excitement: "You have to come early to get a good seat. If you come late, we won't even be able to see Mr. Xia Yugang. Look at us now. Although we are at the far side, we have a good view.
Get to the guest of honour’s seat at the front.”
"That's right, this location is great!" Yi Wenyao nodded in agreement, with excitement in his eyes.
"..." Only then did Ye Qian realize the beauty of his position. He could indeed have an unobstructed view of the main table. Although he was leaning back and to the side, it was not blocked at all. He rolled his eyes wordlessly. This is a veteran.
, I think I did it a lot before.
"Speaking of which, you are so active. How many geniuses have you met in the imperial city now?" Ye Qianxian asked boredly. He had come here, but he would not leave without eating a bite.
"Not much!" Yi Wenqi, who was fair and slightly rosy with some baby fat, said, "Not to mention Palace Master Yan Fugui, I have also met Mr. Qiao Yiyu. Mr. Qiao is very good-looking..."
Having said this, Yi Wenqi glanced at Ye Qian and said, "You are just a little bit worse than him, just a little bit."
"..." Ye Qian's eyes were unhappy. He knew that Yi Wenqi actually wanted to praise him for his good looks. An ordinary person would be praised for his appearance, which is only slightly worse than Qiao Yiyu's. Of course, it was a compliment, but the problem was different for Ye Qian, what the hell about Qiao Yiyu?
Yiyu's current ranking is not as high as his.
This stupid and cute girl obviously didn't know how to praise someone in person. Her words were all about catastrophic accidents, and Ye Qian wanted to hit them.
"Then what?" Ye Qian ignored this and asked.
"What then?" The plump girl Yi Wenqi was confused.
"Besides Qiao Yiyu and Yan Fugui, who else have you met? Ye Qian and Zhou Bojun have been here for so long, and you haven't met them yet?" Ye Qian felt that it was a bit difficult to speak. If it were Yan Fugui, he would not have to talk nonsense like this.
"No, we can only come out occasionally." Yi Wenyao, a short and cute girl, said sadly.
"Well, we have actually been to the No. 1 alchemy room in the world twice. We stayed there for a long time, but we did not see Mr. Ye Qian in person. After Mr. Zhou Bojun fell in love with Ye Qian in Xi'an Mansion, he rarely showed up, and it was difficult to see him.
See you." The plump girl Yi Wenqi said regretfully.
"Wait a minute..." Ye Qian's scalp was numb and he asked: "What the hell is Zhou Bojun and Ye Qian falling in love with and killing each other?"
"It's a storybook published by the Imperial City, haven't you read it?" Yi Wenqi asked curiously, and then he suddenly realized and said with a smile: "That's right, this is what our girls like to read, to open your eyes.
This is a collector's edition, and there are only a thousand copies of the Imperial City."
Yi Wenqi glanced around and saw that there was no one there, so he felt relieved and took out a thread-bound book from the storage ring. The cover showed two beautiful men. The beautiful man in white was holding the sleeve of another beautiful man in green, his eyes were full of nostalgia, and
The beautiful man in green has a cold face, holding a sword in his hand, the blade of the sword is halfway into the heart of the beautiful man in white. The background is an empty heart filled with snow, and the bright red blood on his chest falls to the ground like plum blossoms.
Right above the book, a few elegant ancient seals vaguely tell Ye Qian something: day and night, it is difficult to see what you want for three lives, and there will be no rest in this world without blessings.
"Day and night, day is Zhou Bojun, night is Ye Qian, Fu is Yan Fugui, and Xiu represents the ending of the three of them!" The plump girl Yi Wenqi was afraid that Ye Qian wouldn't understand, so she helped explain.
Ye Qian felt that this book was a bit hot and looked at Yi Wenqi with strange eyes. He smelled a strong smell of homosexuality.
"Cousin, don't talk about the ending!" Yi Wenyao tugged on her cousin's sleeves, a little dissatisfied, and then said with a look of anticipation: "The one in white is Zhou Bojun, the one holding the sword is Ye Qian, and the last Ye Qian is
A sword stabbed Zhou Bojun to death for his wife, and then divorced his wife Yan Fugui. He guarded Zhou Bojun's grave and never married, which made us both cry terribly..."
"..." Ye Qian had a dull look on his face. Girl, didn't you say you can't tell the ending? And who wrote this story? Just by hearing the ending, Ye Qian could think of what the previous story was about, who the author was, and who wrote it.
He stood up and I stabbed him three hundred times.
Ye Qian had always known that everyone in the Imperial City of Dayu, from the common people to the cultivators, had a leisurely temperament, but he never expected that they were already idle enough to arrange him and Zhou Bojun to such an extent. He was okay, his hometown
The atmosphere there is open, the threshold is not as low as usual, and there is a certain degree of acceptance. If a guy like Zhou Bojun saw this kind of book, he would probably vomit blood and fall into coma again.
"Isn't it said that Ye Qian doesn't use a knife? And this painting doesn't look like Ye Qian and Zhou Bojun!" Ye Qian said dryly. He didn't know what expression to use to face them now.
"Does Ye Qian use a sword? Doesn't he always use a sword? I've read a dozen books, and they all use swords. And I think Prime Minister Ye Qian's sword is really beautiful. Besides, there must be a certain difference between the real person and the portrait.
Ah." The plump girl Yi Wenqi was confused.
"Yes, yes, I also think Young Master Ye Qian uses a sword. Using a knife is too rude!" The short and cute Yi Wenyao agreed.
"..." Ye Qian took a deep breath. He realized that it was not the Yi sisters who were stupid at all. It was obvious that he was out of his mind and would be serious about this kind of thing.
Ye Qian forced out an ugly smile, stuffed the storybook into his storage ring, and said, "I'll look at it when I get back. There are more and more people."
"Yes, such good words should be savored in silence at night!" The plump girl Yi Wenqi saw that there were more and more people, and nodded in agreement, but her interest did not diminish by half, and whispered to Ye Qian and her cousin
Yi Wenyao said: "Cousin, who do you think is the most pitiable in this storybook?"
"It must be Miss Yan Fugui!" Yi Wenyao thought for a while and whispered: "Zhou Bojun disguised himself as a woman and became Yan Fugui's maid. He wanted to kill Yan Fugui's father to avenge his murder. Unexpectedly, he met the Ye family and his son.
As a guest, Ye Qian mistakenly thought that Zhou Bojun was a young lady from the Yan family. He fell in love with her at first sight, and then came to propose marriage. However, he married the wrong person and lost his life.
If it weren't for this misunderstanding, there wouldn't have been so many accidents. I think Ms. Yan is the most pitiful."
Ye Qian was dumbfounded and his scalp was numb.
A young girl who came with her elders wanted to sit at the next door table. When she heard the whispers here, a flash of excitement flashed in her eyes. She moved to the table and sat next to Yi Wenyao, interjecting: "But I think it's uncle."
Mr. Jun, he just wants to avenge his father's murder! I am Liu Ximei, and I firmly believe that Yan Fugui should be Ye Qian's true love. This is destined by God."
"I stand with Mr. Ye Qian and Mr. Bojun. They really love each other but are controlled by fate. It's so miserable." The plump girl Yi Wenqi didn't feel that this strange girl came out of the blue at all, and replied with relish.
After saying that, Yi Wenqi and Liu Ximei looked at Yi Wenyao at the same time.
"I think it would be best if the three of us live happily together!" Yi Wenyao replied tremblingly.
"Impossible!" Yi Wenqi and Liu Ximei shook their heads at the same time and said in unison.
"All tragedies started when Miss Yan's father killed Mr. Zhou's father. If Mr. Zhou could let go of his hatred at that time, it might still be possible, but Mr. Zhou chose to kill his enemy on the day of Ye Yan's wedding and killed Yan.
Father, it is destined that the three of us cannot live together." Liu Ximei said melancholy.
"But it's not Father Yan's fault. It was Father Zhou who wanted to steal the Yan family's food. He was caught and beaten to death by the Yan family. He was not unjust at all." Yi Wenqi analyzed calmly.
"But the Zhou family is too poor. If we don't find food, both father and son will starve to death." cousin Yi Wenyao said sadly.
"It's not the Yan family's fault that the Zhou family is poor. It's natural for thieves to be beaten to death with sticks!" Yi Wenqi retorted.
Ye Qian raised his head and looked at the sky. What are you talking about? I don’t need to read that story book anymore. Let him, Ye Qian, have a way to survive. He neither cares about good looks, nor does he like Zhou Bojun, let alone Zhou Bojun.