Quick wear the host is the person I can't afford to offend

Chapter 139 My Acting Skills in the Harem 23
A man dressed in white came against the light, even his hair glistened in the sun, his clothes fluttered, and even half a mask covered his face, it was difficult to hide his dusty demeanor, such a gentle and elegant young man.

"His Royal Highness King Yan."

The store quickly returned the silver.

"Today, let's count it as my invitation to the girl."

Everyone in the capital knew Luo Qianyu, King of Yan, Luo Qianyu was beautiful. The two armies fought against the enemy to provoke him.

One person led thousands of troops to defeat the enemy bandits and was named King Yan.

When he was in high spirits, it was a pity that he was poisoned and plotted against.

His life was saved, but it was a pity that he ruined his peerless appearance, so he often covered it with a mask.

But he is still a hero to the people of Liguo.

"Business is difficult, the shopkeeper should accept the money."

Ning Xuan looked up and saw the corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, and his soft voice gave people a feeling of frailty. If Li Yuan is the ice and snow in December, then he is the spring breeze in March.

"I'm Luo Qianyu, I don't know if there is a chance to invite the girl to my residence."

It stands to reason that she should have never seen this King Yan, but for some reason, she felt somewhat familiar in her heart.

Ning Xuan thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Yanwang Mansion

The two sat opposite each other on the futon.

Luo Qianyu put the tea with white smoke in front of Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, it was a good Longjing tea.

Swallowing it into the stomach, a faint sweet fragrance remains on the tip of the tongue.

It's impossible that he came to her just to let her watch him perform the tea ceremony, let's drink this tea.

This tea is delicious, but it is too bitter in the mouth, and the tongue is dry after drinking it.

It is a thing for elegant people to cultivate their body and mind. She is a layman and loves wine.

It would be better to have a pot of white wine brewed by a farmer than to give her a tael of fragrant tea.

Luo Qianyu raised his hand, his five fingers were slender and jointed, and he could clearly see the cold purple blood vessels under his skin.

Ning Xuan quickly grabbed it, but couldn't make any sound.

"Your throat is hurt, let me tell you." Luo Qianyu withdrew his hands, clasping the edge of the mask with five fingers, and slowly took it off.

The breeze blew the boy's long hair and brought a peach petal in.

Leng Qianyu?
Was it the brothel oiran of that day?
"We've already met." Luo Qianyu pursed her lips, but that smile had a chilly air.

Ning Xuan recalled that day when she and Jiang Yanshu made him beat their backs all night in the drunk red building.

Feeling a little guilty, he picked up the teacup and silently took a sip.

"The two girls really know how to enjoy it. They are not so tiring in marching and fighting."

Ning Xuan raised the cup, but there was no drop of tea in the cup.

The man curled his lips into a slight smile, and the wind blew peach petals all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)