"Sister Xiaolou, is it really you?"

After saying that, he rushed forward with a look of surprise, but before he could meet someone, he was blocked in the middle by a cool little boy.

At this moment, he looked calm and said with a defensive look: "Who are you?"

"Stay away from my sister-in-law."

The words poured Wang Zhihe from beginning to bottom so heart-warming.

I saw him keeping his move to take steps with a dull face, his face turned pale, and his already thin body stiffened.

He looked at the girl behind him in horror.

The girl's face is as creamy as her eyebrows and eyes are bright, and she is pretty and beautiful than when she was a child.

But the more this happens, Wang Zhihe's heart is like a dull knife cutting his flesh, feeling heartbroken. This should have been his wife, he should have been his wife--

Ye Xiaolou looked at the sick scholar in front of him, looking puzzled. What's going on?

Did you ask her to chat with her?

Who would show this sad expression?

So he frowned and looked at him and said, "Know me? Are you???"

As soon as these words came, they were like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Zhihe's heart. His face turned pale again, and his beautiful and sick-colored face turned even darker. He said in disbelief: "Does Sister Xiaolou not recognize me?"

Ye Xiaolou looked speechless, Who are you? Why should I know you?

Was it like this when I met up in ancient times?

Ye Xiaolou was too lazy to pay attention to this person, so he was sick.

She was still anxious to go to the bookstore, so she had time to follow him.

More importantly, this person, well, although he is pretty, he is quite white, has a pair of beautiful single eyelids and very pretty facial features. He is considered a handsome guy after all, but compared with Cui Yuanheng at home, he is far behind.

Although the workmanship and materials of the green robe worn are excellent, it seems that the family is in good condition.

But so what?

She had seen many rich second generations and so on, so this girl had no time to pay attention to her, so she turned cold and said, "I don't know each other."

Leave after saying that, without any delay.

Seeing this, Wang Zhihe was anxious and hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Sister Xiaolou, it's me, you and your brother, Wang Zhihe."

Ye Xiaolou, who had just raised his foot, was stunned when he heard this, turned around slowly, and said in disbelief: "Who do you think you are?"

Depend on--

Ye Xiaolou was confused, and a group of crows flew past his head. Could it be such a coincidence?

Then his face changed. Maybe it was true. Otherwise, if the eldest Nankangcheng and he had just arrived, who would have known her name?

But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the three little buns beside him changed their faces instantly.

The speed was faster than Ye Xiaolou. They all took a step forward, blocking Ye Xiaolou's side, staring at the scholar in front of them one by one.

...

Cui Yuanheng was completely unaware of what happened in Ye Xiaolou here.

After sending He to the restaurant in the morning, he thought about it and decided to go to the appointment.

When he arrived at the teahouse, someone had been waiting for a long time.

The man was wearing a mysterious suit and looked equally handsome. Unlike Cui Yuanheng, who had a scholarly face, the man was covered in a cold and iron-blooded look.

Cui Yuanheng was looking at the other party, and the other party was also looking at him.

A white robe with a clean sleeve, a gentleman is as handsome as jade, and has an extraordinary demeanor, elegant manners and noble spirit. He exudes the character of a scholar everywhere, and is as clean as an exiled immortal in the sky, which is exactly the opposite of what he feels like a devil in the abyss.

When he saw that he did not feel any fear, he still calmly bowed, "Young Master Chen has been waiting for a long time."

Chen Kuo's eyes were deep, his face was slightly cold, and he also gave a gift, and then reached out to make a call.

"I just arrived, please."

The two sat by the window on the second floor of the teahouse. The morning light hit them, making them look more and more handsome, with their black clothes and white robes, with different temperaments, but they are so beautiful that they dare not look directly at them.

If the daughters of Nankang City saw it, they would probably scream and couldn't help themselves.

Good things are always irresistible.

However, as the main leader, they do not have a sense of mutual appreciation. They may be rejected by the same sex or other reasons. Anyway, they are full of gunpowder when they meet.

After Cui Yuanheng sat down, his face was cold and he spoke directly: "I wonder what Mr. Chen is asking me for?"

I didn't even drink tea, and I didn't even say a word of polite greetings. I was straightforward and straightforward, which showed that I didn't want to get involved with the other party.

The young master Chen in the mysterious clothes frowned slightly, and glanced at Cui Yuanheng like a knife. The other party was not afraid at all. Then his eyes were slightly deeper. After a moment, he took out a black gold-painted wooden box from his arms and pushed it over.

"This is the medicine I've been looking for, outside---"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Cui Yuanheng without hesitation.

"I will not accept the rituals of Mr. Chen."

After saying that, he pushed the dark gold-drawn wooden box back and said with a firm look: "I still miss the family master how many years he can live, but I dare not be angry with him."

When Chen Kuo heard this, his eyes turned cold and he stared at Cui Yuanheng, but Cui Yuanheng did not retreat at all.

He also said with a cold look: "If Mr. Chen has nothing to do, let's leave."

"All things today are over, we will never make any public statements."

"I just pretend that I have never seen it before, and it is better not to see you in the future."

After saying that, he got up and gave a fist-clapping salute, turned around and left without expression.

Chen Kuo, behind him, had already had a black face as iron, staring at the back of the boy in front of him with his eyes as a knife. When he was about to step out of the private room, he opened his mouth and said, "Young Master Cui is not curious about why he is targeting the old prince so much this time?"

"It seems that Mr. Cui's family has not yet been tested when they enter the city?"

Cui Yuanheng was about to open the door and then glanced coldly and said, "What do you have to do with Mr. Chen?"

Chen Kuo-faced looked at him expressionlessly, then took out a token from his arms.

The young man frowned slightly, "Censor?"

Then his face turned cold, "Are you threatening me?"

Chen Kuo held the token in his hand, looked at him with his eyes, and said word by word: "How about threats? You are my grandfather's youngest direct disciple, we are a family."

"No, it's not the moment your Shen family chooses to betray."

...

Cui Yuanheng, who left the teahouse, was not as calm as he was on his face.

His face became colder and his heart became colder.

Haha, what a Shen family.

Then his face darkened. The Shen family really invested a lot. If Chen Kuo was the youngest son of the Shen family, he was the most talented person in martial arts.

He practiced martial arts at the age of three, passed the martial arts juren at the age of fifteen, and then joined the army and fought on the battlefield.

But unexpectedly, three years later, this man abandoned martial arts and passed the Jinshi exam, and everyone was shocked by his choice.

Then he stayed in the Hanlin Academy for two more years, and now he has entered the Censorate?

Is this what he means, or what the entire Shen family means?

Cui Yuanheng was a little confused. After leaving the teahouse, his brows never stretched.

But as soon as he left the door, he saw the scene of his younger brother and sister protecting Ye Xiaolou behind him, and his face turned dark.
Chapter completed!