"Interesting, did he say that?"

In another huge room.

Several people either sat or stood, with a smile on their faces, or had a bitter smile on their faces...

The young young man in purple who was sitting next to the desk with a frivolous smile, although his limbs were weak and he had no seating posture, seemed to be a frivolous young man.

But from the perspective of the people, it was clearly surrounded by him unconsciously, as if this person was the leader of everyone.

Han Fei!

Whether it is Zhang Liang, who is extremely intelligent or Wei Zhuang, who is extremely powerful and rarely competes with the opponent, he is willing to take him as the leader... Obviously, he has his own extraordinary features.

And at this time...

Everyone's eyes were focused on the bamboo slip in Han Fei's hand.

Four poems in the first book.

The smoke is covered with cold water and moon is covered with sand, and the night is moored by restaurants near Qinhuai.

The businesswoman did not know the hatred of the country, but still sang the back garden flowers across the river.

Su Jing wanted Han Fei to pay attention, so when Zi Nu asked about the so-called poem that was vaguely meaningless, he naturally gave it to her very understandingly and explained clearly that Qinhuai was a river he had passed by. After all, the Qinhuai River would not appear after Yingzheng unified the six kingdoms. Although he was a copycat, he was still relatively responsible.

but……

"Is this really poetry?"

Zhang Liang pondered for a long time before saying, "I have read a lot of books, but I have never seen this kind of poetry. And compared to the usual poetry styles we use, this poem is too much..."

He thought about it and concluded: "True!"

Han Fei looked left and right, looked at the poems above, and sighed: "But it is precisely because of his straightforwardness that he felt that there was something in his mind, and it was sarcastic... It was three points deep in the bones, and it was extremely concise, with the numbers, and it really made me dizzy. I have to mention that it was really much more direct than what we were going to do."

Wei Zhuang didn't even look at Han Fei, and said, "This poem is written for you."

"Yes, it was written for me."

Han Fei smiled bitterly, "This is the other party asking me to come to my door... Among the seven countries, South Korea was the first to be destroyed. Obviously, the other party knows something."

Zi Nu said worriedly: "The other party has good martial arts and even magical skills. If you go there alone, it may not be safe."

Han Fei said: "So I want to invite Brother Wei Zhuang..."

Wei Zhuang said bluntly: "Don't go!"

"oops……"

Han Fei smiled bitterly.

Zi Nu smiled and said, "I'll accompany the Ninth Master."

Han Fei lamented: "Oh, it's a blessing for Miss Zi Nu. It's true that I don't know how to do martial arts. I have to ask others if I keep talking, but I won't help me... Oh, the royal family is so weak, no wonder they say that the first Korean was destroyed among the seven countries."

Wei Zhuang glanced at him lightly, "Bored."

"Let's go and see what good news they can bring to us, um, or bad news."

Han Fei stretched, "Anyway, the prince has just been retrieved, so don't make any trouble for me anymore... I'm a little worried and can't afford to take on too much."

As he said that, he walked out the door.

Wei Zhuang sneered, "The people who come are not kind. Since these people will come, they will never be good news. In short, be mentally prepared first."

Han Fei: “………………………………………………………………………”

And at this time.

A few dozen meters apart.

In an extremely elegant room.

Murong Ruo, Qu Wuyi, Su Jing and the other two sat on the table, with a few exquisite side dishes on the table. Although it is strange that there are fish-flavored shredded pork, braised pork tenderloin and tomato scrambled eggs in this era, it has to be mentioned that Zi Lanxuan’s chef tastes very authentic.

Su Jing ate very sweetly.

Only Wu Xiao did not sit at the table, and rubbed her little feet with a little distressed feeling. She was used to barefoot and walked on the rainy day. Although she wrapped her feet with true energy so that she did not get stuck in the mud, she looked at the mud under her feet and then stepped on it... It was a problem to not get stuck in the but psychologically, it was another problem to not feel uncomfortable.

It's as disgusting as stepping on shit through shoes.

So she checked her feet for a while and made sure she didn't get any sludge before she finally put it down with satisfaction.

I walked comfortably on the cashmere-paved carpet and laughed happily.

Seeing Su Jing sitting there holding a bowl of rice and eating fragrantly, she asked, "Young Master, are you really sure the person you are looking for will really come to you?"

Su Jing swallowed the sweet and sour fish in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It should be."

"What if he doesn't come?"

"If he doesn't come, I'll go!"

Wu Xian complained with a broken face: "Then why didn't you go to him from the beginning? You're too much of a move."

"Can the effect be the same when you take the initiative to come to the door with someone else?"

Su Jing glanced at her and said, "Zhuge Liang had already belonged to Liu Bei, why did he ask him to visit the cottage three times? To put it bluntly, if it wasn't for him to raise his value? We took the initiative to deliver it to the door and asked Han Fei for help? Why didn't he come to us and ask them to ask us to help him?"

Qu Wuyi stopped the chopsticks and asked, "Are you looking for Han Fei? Han Fei, the Legalist?"

Wu Xian pouted dissatisfiedly, "Why didn't you look for the Mo family? You are still using the Mo family's sword technique..."

The little girl is the descendant of the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect is passed down from the Mo family. She has a strong sense of belonging to the Mo family.

Su Jing clapped his hands and said, "This is a good idea. We can come here as a disciple of the Mo family."

"Why do we pretend? We are obviously..."

Before Wu could finish his words, the door was knocked.

"Here you come."

Su Jing finished the meal stewing in a few seconds and said with a smile: "I'll go and open the door."

He stood up, Qu Wuyi put down the bowls and chopsticks, and Murong Ruosu waved her hand and all the food and residue were put away, and the table seemed to be neat...

Murong Ruo is also very good at adapting to being able to do such things with storage space.

Su Jing opened the door.

Outside the door...

The purple girl said with a kind smile on her face, "Young Master, this ninth prince accidentally heard the poems that the young master said, and had the intention to make friends, so she specially invited me to bring him here, intending to see the young master!"

"The ninth prince Han Fei, I have long admired my name."

Su Jing smiled and said, "But wait for you, please come in."

"Brother, it's really waiting for me."

Han Fei looked up and down Su Jing, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes. He thought that the person who said this poem should be a cynical righteous man who was determined to serve the country but had no way to do so, but he never thought that the other person was so handsome. It seemed that he was much more elegant and elegant than the ninth prince.

And behind him...

Several girls with extremely beautiful appearances, each with their own spring and autumn, and are so beautiful.

"Uh...then I'll bother you."

He walked in a little uncomfortable.

Although he does not agree with Confucianism, after all, he has studied under Xunzi for many years, and Confucianism's philosophy still has a lot of influence...

When he walked into the room of a strange woman, he was still quite uncomfortable.

Is it just an illusion?

I always feel that the little girl and the girl carrying a sword are a little pity in my eyes when I look at me.

Poor me?
Chapter completed!