Huangyang Imperial Capital.

Outside the gate of Huangyang Pavilion.

A broken car stopped swaying in the distance of Huangyang Pavilion.

Wan Huiyu gritted his teeth, his hands trembled slightly, and he walked out of the car slowly and firmly.

"Mr. Fang, Huangyang Pavilion is right in front." Wan Huiyu smiled flatteringly.

Fang Cheng nodded.

A hundred meters ahead, the golden characters four or five meters long and wide shine, and Fang Cheng naturally perceived them clearly.

The car door opens automatically, as if controlled by invisible force.

Fang Cheng walked out of the car and nodded: "Let's go."

As he said that, he walked forward and Wan Huiyu hurriedly followed behind.

“This street is really gorgeous.”

Fang Cheng walked and walked on the crosswalk.

Coming towards us, bustling crowds.

This is probably a relatively prosperous area in the imperial capital of Huangyang, with many handsome men.

"ah!"

A girl with beautiful makeup and long hair with long shawls was wearing shorts and striding with meteors, but suddenly slipped, screamed to the sky, and fell to the ground involuntarily.

"Bang." Wan Huiyu took a step and caught the girl.

He smiled softly: "Are you okay?"

The girl with light makeup was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red and she thanked her repeatedly.

It was obvious that Wan Huiyu's handsomeness also made her heart tremble.

"It's okay, no thanks."

Wan Huiyu smiled politely, and he glanced at Fang Cheng was seven or eight meters away from him.

He nodded at the girl with light makeup, turned around quickly, followed Fang Cheng, and seemed very anxious among the crowded crowd.

The girl with light makeup showed off her mouth slightly, her eyes were stunned.

According to the normal process, it should be to exchange contact information, then get to know each other, or even have a sudden love affair.

"This handsome guy..."

The girl with light makeup was stunned.

She looked from afar and saw Wan Huiyu eagerly catching up with a male back, following closely behind the figure in white, as if she was a servant.

She was puzzled, but she was still reserved, and the light makeup girl turned around and walked in another direction.

"Young man, the beauty is in trouble, how does it feel to help her?" Fang Cheng smiled faintly.

Under his psychic power, he had already realized it.

Even Fang Cheng, the so-called ancient people in the Huangyang Pavilion, noticed their existence and strength level.

Wan Huiyu laughed dryly: "Isn't this very normal?"

"normal?"

Fang Cheng raised his eyelids and chuckled and sighed: "At that moment just now, the crowd around him was basically shocked, and his instinctive reaction was to leave. You are so brave and courageous."

Wan Huiyu sneered and nodded.

"Mr. Fang, I didn't think so much at that time. When I saw someone falling down, I must take it, otherwise..."

Fang Cheng raised his eyelids: "Or will you feel distressed?"

Wan Huiyu smiled bitterly: "Mr. Fang, there is Prince Chenxing in Huangyang... Alas, I have no other thoughts."

"Yeah." Fang Cheng smiled and said, "No wonder you didn't exchange contact information."

"Hi."

Wan Huiyu was stunned, hurriedly patted his head and cried: "I was too nervous just now and forgot."

——

In Huangyang Pavilion.

Above the main hall.

Huangyang Chenxing chuckled, held up his wine glass, pushed the glass and smiled happily.

Although he is thin, his noble temperament is emitting, which is unignorable.

"Chenxing."

A middle-aged man came over with kindness in his eyes: "Today's dinner is not bad, right? Look, that's the eldest daughter of the Chen family. I have the chance to meet you."

Huangyang Chenxing shrugged and curled his lips, "Father, Chen Ziyi is famous for violence, and she is an ancient dark spirit, so I can't beat her."

The middle-aged man's face froze and he laughed and shook his head.

He is the father of Huangyang Chenxing and Huangyang Gate.

In the entire Huangyang Alliance, the Huangyang Sect is the only overlord, and he is also a powerful ancient style master.

But he only favored his fourth son, Huangyang Chenxing.

Huangyang Chenxing's eyes lit up and he hurriedly continued: "Father, today is my birthday, you can't force me to go on a blind date anymore."

"Okay, you kid."

Huangyangmen chuckled, his eyes full of doting, and he couldn't help but remind him: "You will eventually start a family with a girl in the future. You are still waiting to hold your grandson for your father."

Huangyang Chenxing shrugged and opened his mouth.

"Uncle Door."

A crisp voice sounded.

The girl Chen Zi was wearing a lilac dress, with a deep and restrained temperament, but her appearance exuded a lively and elegant atmosphere.

Her lips were covered with light pink lipstick, like a green peach.

"Cousin Chenxing."

Chen Ziyi smiled politely and greeted her.

Huangyangmen laughed and patted his youngest son Huangyang Chenxing's shoulder, which was profound: "You guys have a good chat."

"Okay, father."

Huangyang Chenxing responded weakly. After Huangyang Gate left, he frowned suddenly and looked at Chen Ziyi.

"Chen Ziyi, your Chen family is so beautiful. Even the family that does not exist in the ancient style of the Grandmaster Huajin still wants to enter our Huangyang family?"

Chen Zi's beautiful eyes flowed with calmness and a faint smile.

Marry as a wife or be alone for a lifetime?

In Chen Ziyi's opinion, there is no difference.

As long as it does not affect or restrict her from practicing ancient style and pursuing a stronger path, it is not a big problem.

She is as confident as the sky, and she is at ease and determined.

She is sincere and ancient, and her pure will.

"Cousin Chenxing, Uncle Men only has this idea. You are the fourth son of Uncle Men's favorite. If you refuse, Uncle Men will consider it."

"snort."

Huangyang Chenxing snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"Cousin Chenxing." Chen Zi smiled lightly and said with a smile: "I wonder if you have broken through to the middle stage of ancient style?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Huangyang Chenxing glanced at Chen Ziyi and sneered.

Chen Ziyi frowned slightly, still smiling, holding the wine glass.

When a person is in a noble family, he has no choice but to do so.

Just like her marriage event, if the Huangyang Gate is delivered in one sentence, she has to come over and meet Huangyang Chenxing.

"If I had the ancient style of Master Huajin... Huh! Sooner or later, there would be such a day!" Chen Ziyi gritted her teeth and wiped away the doubts and sorrows in her heart.

Just as Chen Ziyi was thinking about it secretly—

“Huh?”

Chen Zi frowned and looked forward.

The middle-aged butler who was responsible for the daily life of Chenxing in Huangyang came over, and there were two people following him, both of whom were handsome and handsome guys.

"That pretty and young boy is fine... This young man in white with extraordinary temperament was forced to be the guest of Huangyang Chenxing?"
To be continued...