Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 125
In the attic, candles flickered.

Su Zhao's face was quiet, and he quietly listened to Hua Feiyin's talk about the situation of the two demon kings, Qin Que, with thoughtful eyes, "Fei Yin came here, presumably because of that Xiyang?"

Concubine Hua's voice was clearly embarrassing, her voice was soft and charming, "Now Lord Hushan is dead, and the land has fallen into the hands of Lord Hushan's daughter..."

With a thought, Hua Feiyin finally swallowed the second half of the words into her throat.

She had previously agreed not to have any contact with the person in front of her, and to see her again indefinitely, and now she is asking for each other again, somewhat...

Su Zhao smiled, and said: "Xi Rang, I'll ask in a while, as for the demon king of the bird demon kingdom, I will also help Feiyin achieve..."

"Cough cough!" Wei Xiangge sat aside in a fiery red streamer dress, holding a teacup with a blue cloud pattern in his hand, took a sip of tea, and said displeasedly: "This tea is too bad, bitter No way."

Su Zhao was silent for a while, and fixedly looked at Wei Xiangge, but what he met was a pair of bright and unspeakable eyes, and his eyes did not show weakness.

After all, he couldn't stand Su Zhao's quiet gaze. Wei Xiangge bit his lower lip, snorted softly, and said, "What kind of tea is this? It's so bitter. I'll change it to a pot. You can talk about it here."

The girl stood up gracefully, and strode out of the attic. The cool breeze was blowing towards her face, blowing a strand of hair from the girl's temples. The bright moon shone on her smooth and jade-like cheeks, and it was faintly visible between her delicate and heroic eyebrows. The charming style after long Cheng Enlu.

Wei Xiangge took a deep breath, walked slowly under the golden linden tree, looked up at the bright moon above his head, with a sullen face, grievance and anger intertwined in his heart.

"If you are so easily jealous and angry, you will probably be pissed off in the future." Just then, a playful, clear voice came from behind.

Under the bright white moonlight, An An had a baby face with icy muscles and bones. At this moment, a pair of sapphire crystal eyes were full of ridicule.

Wei Xiangge frowned, squinted at An An, and his voice turned cold, "What does it have to do with you?"

In An Anbibo's clear eyes, clusters of inexplicable lights danced, and he said with a smile: "Why is it okay? Can I come over to say hello to my sister? Besides, I also hate that nun, sister, how about The two of us teamed up..."

As the girl spoke, her white skirt fluttered in the moonlight, and she flew to Wei Xiangge's side.

Wei Xiangge raised his eyebrows, and asked doubtfully, "What are you joining forces for?"

"Then nun, let's find a chance..." The girl smiled brightly, speaking through voice transmission with her spiritual sense.

After hearing the girl's words, Wei Xiangge frowned, and said coldly: "Your thoughts are really vicious."

I didn't say the sarcasm later, she deserves to be the daughter of Mr. Hushan.

An An's face froze for a moment, her eyes moved slightly, and she said with a smile: "Don't sister hate that nun?"

"When did I say that I hate her? If you want to do it, you can do it by yourself. Anyway, she should not be your opponent. Why do you pull me?" Wei Xiangge said coldly: "Also, I see you It’s a big change, and it’s gone mad.”

With that said, he snorted coldly and walked away.

Perhaps this white tiger was stimulated by something, and it went crazy again, and let her plot against Concubine Hua...No, she wants to tell Su Zhao about this matter, this white tiger is too dangerous...it must be controlled.

An An watched Wei Xiangge's back go away, her face was gloomy, her sapphire eyes flickered, she was a little disappointed, and murmured in her heart: "Obviously they are so angry, the human race is so strange..."

On this side, Su Zhao and Hua Feiyin stared at each other silently and took several breaths.

In the end, Su Zhao broke the silence and said in a clear voice: "If there is no concubine's voice, I will not enter this secret realm, so I will help you."

Concubine Hua's face showed a dignified expression when she heard the words, she folded her palms together, her eyes were as calm as before, and said: "Thank you Suhou, Concubine Yin will always pray for Suhou, I wish Suhou... ..."

Su Zhao couldn't help frowning, and said: "Feiyin doesn't have to be like this, I don't like to hear you say these things."

In fact, Wei Xiangge still misunderstood him just now.

Not to mention anything else, Hua Feiyin has four middle-aged nuns guarding him like thieves, what can he do?
I just want to talk about the old days alone.

Since Concubine Hua acted as if she refused to accept people thousands of miles away, he would...not force her for now.

Concubine Hua pursed her red lips and paused.

The two of them saw each other again, she did it intentionally, because she was afraid that if she continued to entangle with this young gentleman, she had practiced and recited scriptures for more than ten years, and her practice would be ruined in one fell swoop.

Su Zhao said: "It's getting late, Feiyin should stay here at Bodhi Ridge first, I'll go ask An'an later and see how the land is doing."

Concubine Hua nodded, and said, "That's up to Marquis Su."

Su Zhao nodded slightly to Concubine Hua, and stepped out of the attic, intending to find An'an and ask where Xi Rang was.

Not far from the attic, under the bodhi tree, Fang met Wei Xiangge.

"I have something to tell you." Wei Xiangge said solemnly.

Su Zhao's heart sank, his expression paused, and he smiled, "I just chatted casually for a while..."

Secretly thought, Xiangge won't be really annoyed.

Wei Xiangge rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "It's not Hua Feiyin, it's about An An."

"What's wrong with her? Isn't she in the Eight Treasures Pagoda?" Su Zhao was really puzzled.

Wei Xiangge narrated the conversation between the two just now, and the spiritual consciousness sound transmission.

At this moment, An An never thought that Wei Xiangge would sell her out for her provocative words.

Su Zhao: "..."

"What did she mean by those words?" Wei Xiangge said in a clear voice, "I thought about it, and I always feel that she is uneasy and kind."

Su Zhao was somewhat dumbfounded, "She's playing tricks, she's fanning the flames, she's just trying to get you to do something that arouses my disgust, and then alienate me."

Wei Xiangge curled his lips and said disdainfully, "A child's trick."

The relationship between her and Su Zhao is something that An An can provoke.

Su Zhao nodded and said: "She is immature, and she doesn't understand you, Xiang Ge, she often pretends to be a snake with Mr. Hushan, and she stays for 80 years, and her heart is somewhat distorted. Human nature to ask for her."

Wei Xiangge said: "Then you plan to put her down? I think An An's mind is a little abnormal. You keep her by your side, and you can still control her now. It's hard to say when you get out of this world."

Su Zhao paused, doubts flashed across his mind, and he asked nonchalantly, "What do you think I should do?"

"I don't know, it's up to you." Wei Xiangge said softly, "However, in her situation, do you dare to take her out?"

Su Zhao felt ashamed when he heard the words, he just thought that Xiangge...

Su Zhao was silent for a moment, then said: "Although it's crooked, it's not impossible to straighten it, let's adjust it slowly."

Wei Xiangge didn't understand the deep meaning of the word "tune", and said coldly: "It's good that you know it well, I'm going to rest first, I've been tired all day."

After saying that, he fled to the second-floor attic in the bamboo forest, obviously, because of Su Zhao staring at her just now, the lingering anger still persisted.

"Xiang Ge..."

"Don't talk to me." Wei Xiangge snorted coldly, and left without looking back.

Su Zhao shook his head, and with the aid of the glazed golden cup, his consciousness spread out, looking for An An's figure.

At this moment, the back mountain where the Eight Treasures Pagoda is located is surrounded by water on three sides on one side, and in the antique octagonal gazebo, a boring and lazy figure is reflected in the moonlight in the river.

An An held on to the railing with one hand, hugged her slightly bent knee with the other, and put her other glazed jade foot into the river pond. Looking at the shattered moonlight, she was fascinated, and the delicate jade-like baby's face seemed lost.

(End of this chapter)