What does a family have a great career? When Murong and his brothers walked into the Beiliang Palace, they realized what it means to enter the Marquis's Dead Sea. When they saw the Tingchao Lake and the Arsenal Pavilion standing by the lake, they gasped. Fortunately, the dinner was very small, but it was not much different from the ordinary merchants with wealthy families. They did not set up a formation of eating by bells and cauldrons. His Royal Highness sat beside Xu Xiao and swallowed voraciously. Yuan Zuozong and Chu Lushan were also qualified to sit down. One raised his glass and drank slowly, while the other carefully tore the tender ginger and duck meat.

Murong Wuzhu was a little dazed since she walked into the palace and was absent-minded. She didn't dare to stick to the stool with her two little butts. Xu Xiao occasionally picked up a few chopsticks for Xu Fengnian on the dining table, and whispered, "If the fat tiger is there, it will not be the father's turn to pick up the food." His Royal Highness, who had been bowing his head, just paused for a moment, and continued to feast, making his cheeks bulge. After it was dispersed, there was naturally a manager who took Princess Pei and other visitors to stay.

After Xu Fengnian went to Wutongyuan to take a shower and change his clothes, he stretched his waist happily. The orioles with a flowing spirit led by sweet potatoes saw that the prince's prince had a winter embroidered knife in his hand, which was rare to be without chirping. Xu Fengnian smiled warmly and touched his cheeks alone. Then he walked out of the yard and came to the outside of the Tingchao Pavilion, pushed open the door, climbed to the third floor, and found the white fox's face standing on the ladder looking for a secret book.

Feeded.

The white fox jumped down the long ladder, and the two looked at each other, but neither of them made a sound. The scene seemed neither warm nor warm, but that was also good. Otherwise, the two big men would be affectionate, and Xu Fengnian would probably have goosebumps all over her body. With the lessons of Murong Tonghuang, the face of him was a bit strange and awkward when he was touched. The white fox looked back and went to find the secret book to check for the missing.

When Xu Fengnian saw that the white fox had no intention of polite greetings, she had to ask herself: "I saw Chen Yu, and it was very beautiful. Chen Yu, her parents were really aware of the future, and her appearance was so good that they could be called "a sank fish and fell geese."

Bai Hu'er asked lightly, "Have you snatched back to the Northern Liang Palace?"

Xu Fengnian laughed at himself: "No, I was kidnapped by an urgent order from the capital of 800 miles. Otherwise, I must let the woman know what it means to have mountains outside the mountain and sky outside the sky."

Bai Hu'er frowned and turned around to stare at the unshirkable prince. The corners of his mouth curled up, without any charm, but a murderous intent that makes people feel cool and cold. "Hey, after absorbing eight-point Dahuangting, I really think that he is invincible? This time I came to the arsenal and Xiu Dong to hint me, I'm hinting me to chop you? Tell me, I'll be satisfied with it after cutting a few cuts?"

Xu Fengnian slowly put Xiu Dong behind her and smiled awkwardly: "Don't I want to kill the arrogance of that noble woman?"

Bai Hu'er looked at the guilty prince and asked, "I'm very familiar with you?"

Xu Fengnian thought about this question seriously, and then said in a very sincere tone: "You are not familiar with me, I am very familiar with you. Is this okay?"

Bai Hu'er turned her face, and there was a faint curve on the corner of her mouth, and she said in a cold tone: "It's very kind, no wonder the whole of Beiliang is now flattering His Royal Highness."

Xu Fengnian became arrogant when he was successful and laughed: "Mixiu Mixiu. But after being held back for many years, he always had to find an opportunity to get angry about those scholars who were famous by scolding this prince."

Bai Hu'er shook her head helplessly.

Xu Fengnian asked curiously: "When will you climb to the fourth floor?"

Bai Hu'er looked around for a week and said, "It's only been a few days."

Xu Fengnian sighed and said, "I will never expect to catch up with you in this life."

Baihu'er's face did not mock His Highness the Prince this time, and said calmly: "What is the level of realm? Apart from Wang Xianzhi, who dares to say that he can win Li Tangxin, who has been staying in the Vajra Realm? Han Diao Temple in the imperial palace can use his finger to kill the celestial phenomena, which has long been accused of. Most of the people in the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have water. If they only kill people and fight against the enemy, they must at least reduce the realm to meet the truth. Therefore, Xuanyuan Jingcheng on the Daxueping has achieved a Confucian saint, and can only die with Xuanyuan Dapan, who is in the great celestial phenomena. Of course, the most powerful thing about Confucian scholar Bald Donkey Taoist is that he opens his mouth and always has to make a promise for heaven. It's nothing to fight. It's understandable."

Xu Fengnian smiled bitterly and said, "Luckily, you are not a sissy, otherwise who would dare to marry you if you were so sarcastic."

The white fox looked at Xu Fengnian's jokes and stretched out his hand straightforwardly. Xu Fengnian hesitated for a moment and said shamelessly: "This prince and Xiu Dong have been dependent on each other for two years. They have to hold them every day when they sleep. They have already developed deep feelings. And if you dislike Xiu Dong being contaminated with vulgarity, it is better..."

Bai Hu'er's face did not shrink her hands, but just glared.

Murderous aura, evil aura, domineering aura!

This is the master who will win the world in the future. No wonder he is regarded as the Diaoyutai, the highest martial arts master in the future. He can regard land gods as the one in his pocket at a young age. Xu Fengnian believes that he is eighteen streets, and there are countless bun shops and restaurants, and the people are so angry that they are more popular. His Royal Highness, who has just been praised for his backbone, hurriedly threw Xiu Dong over and turned around and climbed up the tower.

Bai Hu'er took the embroidered Dongjian's face, slanted his head, and smiled silently. Xu Fengnian came to the top of the pavilion and sat upright. Li Yishan, who was terminally ill, was writing with a hard hair. Half an hour later, he looked up and said slowly: "The secret books of Xuanyuan's family have been sorted out, and the Nangong servants downstairs shot a lot of force..."

As soon as he spoke, Xu Xiao brought two pots of wine upstairs, sat cross-legged, and separated the three green bowls that were originally stacked together. The fragrance of wine filled the wine. As long as Li Yishan had wine, he stopped talking. After drinking a pot of green ants that the people in the city could afford, Li Yishan, who was slightly drunk, waved his hand to give the order to expel the guests. The father and son looked at each other and stood up and left the top of the pavilion. Li Yishan poured a small bowl of wine on his own, murmured "Jiangshan", and drank it all. "Beauty", and another small bowl entered his stomach with the "Beauty". Then, Zhongyi, the monarch and ministers, spring and autumn, the rivers and lakes all entered his stomach with the green ant spirit, and finally fell drunk on several tables.

Xu Fengnian and Xu Xiao came to the top of Qingliang Mountain. The father and son had a secret conversation, but outsiders didn't know anything about it.

The next morning, Xu Fengnian went to Wudang Mountain, sat near the Little Lotus Peak Turtle Monument, staring blankly, raised his neck and looked at the sky and clouds for a long time, and finally covered his face with both hands.

After a few riders returned to the city quietly, the prince went to see the shop selling beef sauce. It was closed, so naturally he would not see the little girl who was stern to any customer again.

On the 28th day of the lunar calendar this year, Xu Fengshi went to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple alone to ring the bell of 108 for Xu Xiao.

At dusk of Lantern Festival, every household was covered with red lanterns. His Royal Highness and a few women with great identities went out to relax. The white fox was unexpectedly accompanied by her face and did not go to the downtown area. She just chose a secluded restaurant, went up the second floor and ordered some exquisite pastries, and then asked the waiter to warm up a pot of rice wine.

On the first floor, there was a pair of granddaughters who made a living by telling stories. The blind old man beats the bamboo board and tells stories. The story goes, and the little girl with a pale face and skinny face sits on a small bench and plays the pipa. The pipa is of inferior quality and has a rough hand skills, which is far from being a natural sound. It was not long before the blind artist sat down. When the prince started drinking, he finished a warm little song, talking about how our Princess of Beiliang beat drums in white clothes. Because the restaurant is remote, most of the people in the city are preparing to visit the Lantern Festival Lantern Market. There are few diners on the first floor, and the business on the second floor is even more bleak. Xu Fengnian and Bai Huer were drinking face to face. After thinking about it, they waved to ask the waiter to send a bowl of warm rice wine to the grandparents downstairs.

The wine was delivered to the first floor, and the blind old man said something to his granddaughter. The little girl stood up with a pipa in her arms and bowed to the second floor.

The old storyteller borrowed a stool from the restaurant and kept the wine bowl at hand. When he said that he was excited, he raised his hand to drink a sip of wine.

Talk about the sound of horse hooves in Beiliang.

Said that the spring and autumn smoke was everywhere.

Before he knew it, he finally said what His Highness the Prince of Beiliang said on the banks of Guangling River.

His Highness quietly heard the storyteller drinking and closing his eyes and talking, with no expression on his face.

Perhaps in line with the ups and downs of grandfather's emotions, the little girl struggled to play the pipa, blushed and unable to do anything. After the blind artist came to his senses, he trembled and stretched out his hand, touched his granddaughter's head, and then reached for the wine to drink. After shaking it, he realized that it was empty. The old man put back the wine bowl and smacked his lips. He seemed to be unsatisfied, but he didn't feel that it was a pity that he had lost his wine. He just said to himself: "Han Wenhu, the old man from Beiliang, seems to have drunk the heroic spirit of the river going east today. It's really a good wine."
Chapter completed!