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"I know, I know." Luo Jia'er had just experienced a blow, and she had finally been quiet for a while, but when she heard the name "Tong Ya", she suddenly became excited again, "It's the only one in Xiangcheng Tongwei City." Female, seventeen years old, I heard that she has been raised in a deep boudoir, she is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she also looks like a weak willow and Fufeng, she is the dream lover of many young men in Xiangcheng."

The meaning of her words couldn't be more obvious. A talented princess from Xiangcheng came all the way to the imperial capital to watch the Martial Spirit Meeting with a young master who is also famous in Chicheng. It is estimated that flowers can be made up in the mouths of those storytellers.

But these words were just eight words to Di Shang's ears, "Ordinary, nothing special." The tone was like evaluating a low-level artifact, and there was no ups and downs in the tone.

The corner of Luo Jiaer's mouth twitched, thinking that if you were to compare yourself with the person next to you, how many people from the land, the sea, the three sects, etc. would be worth watching?

"Mr. Shang, treat everyone with a normal heart." Luo Jiaer persuaded earnestly, and Qiu Man also nodded seriously.

Di Shang ignored the two of them, Luo Jiaer saw the opportunity, and immediately cast her eyes on Feng Yuhuan, and asked in a persuasive way: "What do you think, young master? Is that Princess Tong very beautiful?"

This is a very boring question, Di Shang commented disdainfully in his heart, but his left ear couldn't help but prick up, quietly waiting for Feng Yuhuan's answer.

As if a century had passed, Feng Yuhuan swallowed the contents of his mouth, opened and closed his upper and lower lips, and replied decisively: "No." Although I don't know why I was asked such a poor Questions, but adhering to a good family education, Feng Yuhuan still answers every question provided that she does not feel disgusted.

"It's not as good as Qiuman." He glanced at Di Shang from the corner of his eye, and added honestly, "It's even worse than Shang." Whether it's good or not, he may not have understood it before, but after spending more than eight years outside the snowy region , I still have a thorough grasp of the aesthetics of outsiders. In their eyes, Qiu Man and Di Shang should be the most beautiful ones.

"Huh?..." Luo Jia'er had already gone through several answers in her mind, thinking that even if Feng Yuhuan didn't praise Tong Ya, she should say "not bad" euphemistically, but she just didn't expect This person would deny it so directly, "It's true, but..." It doesn't look like what this cold little boy should say at all.

Her words were still stuck in her throat, but she was so shaken by Di Shang's next movement that she couldn't make a sound. The person who was always indifferent and poisonous took the clean silk handkerchief prepared on the tray, and gently wiped the corners of her mouth for Feng Yuhuan. After wiping off the stained sauce, the gentleness in his eyes was almost dripping out.

"Does Huan'er like this dish? Do you want some more?" As soon as the deep voice came out, Luo Jiaer felt the blood in his chest rushing to his forehead, and his ears were buzzing. As if the person being treated tenderly now is me...

Qiuman was originally focused on filling his stomach, but when he felt that the chattering person beside him suddenly lost his voice, he had to take some time to give her some spare time.

This is unbelievable, this bold woman is staring at the boss in a daze, and Di Shang's eyes are obviously impatient. In order to avoid the fire at the city gate and the fish in the pond, Qiu Man immediately put down his chopsticks and stretched out his hand in the Luo Jia Er's eyes flickered desperately.

"Hey! Miss Luo, you've recovered!"

"Ah?... Cough..." Luo Jia'er's soul finally flew back with Qiu Man's efforts, and pretended to inadvertently clear her throat. He desperately took out the first few emblems and handed them to Feng Yuhuan, "Does the young master like this? Hey, can I give you one?"

Luo Jiaer's voice was slightly bewildering, she clearly knew that if she blatantly "molested" Feng Yuhuan like this, she would definitely be frozen to death by Di Shang's eyes, but I don't know if it was the sudden appearance of a sadistic psychology or something else , she just wants to do it now.

But before Di Shang could express anything, Feng Yuhuan shook his head lightly, and said softly: "No need, I have this." Then he took out an identical one from his sleeve and spread it on Bai Nen show them in the palm of your hand.

"Why does Huan'er want this?" Di Shang frowned, reached out and pinched the emblem on Feng Yuhuan's palm, the more he looked at this little thing, the more unpleasant it became, "With your ability, there should be no need to participate This kind of comparison is wiped out."

The Martial Spirit Society is also secretly recruiting talents, so that those who cannot rely on their families to get referrals can rely on their own strength to obtain official positions, but it is not ruled out that some highly capable people want to have fun. , but Feng Yuhuan will definitely not be that kind of casual person.

Qiu Man rubbed his chin, and guessed: "Wu Linghui always has the same peerless spiritual weapon in each competition. Did the junior brother take a fancy to this thing?"

"I..." Feng Yuhuan had just uttered a syllable before being interrupted by Luo Jiaer excitedly,

"Hey? It is said that the spiritual weapon Qingguangyan this time is a nine-ring sword halberd that has just been made. It is more than eight feet long. Although it has only been in the world for three months, it has already caused quite a stir. The young master can't be..." When she said this, she had already frightened herself quite badly. A fairy-like young master Zhuo Shijia was wielding a machete more than eight feet long. She couldn't imagine the scene. ...

Feng Yuhuan obviously thought of the same scene, and was suddenly amused by himself, "No, the winner of the martial arts meeting in previous years was always the Fengfu. My brother just didn't want to give it up, so let me guard it." He shook his head lightly, the flashing aura in the blue eyes seemed to come alive, hooking the soul of the person directly.

Di Shang stared blankly at his side face, and inadvertently thought of the peerless smile that melted the cold around him on the mountainside in the snowy area more than eight years ago, and his heart softened like a pool of water.

"Then it's better to let Qiuman and I clear the scene for Huan'er." He gently pinned Feng Yuhuan's strand of hair from his forehead behind his ear, with an extremely relaxed tone.

Feng Yuhuan was taken aback when he heard that, and thought about Di Shang's strength seriously. Before he could say no, the latter answered helplessly, "I won't compete with you for the top spot."

"Okay." This sentence was answered very simply.

Qiuman: "..."

Luo Jiaer: "..."

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After they finished their stomachs, they took the time to go to the famous "Brocade" in the imperial capital to change their clothes. When they stepped out of the store, the eyes glued to their bodies doubled again.

Tong Ya has been waiting for Feng Yuhuan's return by the flying boat of Feng's family. At this time, she saw a group of people from a distance, her eyes lit up, and she rushed over happily, "Brother Yuhuan!"

The sweet and greasy voice made Di Shang's skin pimples all over his body. Before anyone could get close, he took Feng Yuhuan's shoulders and took a big step back. His gaze was cold on Tong Ya, and he asked knowingly, "Huan'er , who is this? A maid? Why are you so unruly."

Maid?Tong Ya froze for a moment, and was about to get angry, but when she thought of Feng Yuhuan beside her, she held back her life, her grape-like eyes misted with grievance, and asked in a weak voice: " Brother Yu Huan, they are..." She didn't pay much attention to the two exceptionally handsome men, and from time to time she glanced at Luo Jia'er who had the cheek to follow all the way.

"It's a distinguished guest." Feng Yuhuan replied lightly, and then ordered Su Yue who stepped forward to prepare tea.

Su Yue is the guard and maid who Feng Yufei has placed beside Feng Yuhuan since Feng Yuhuan returned to Feng's house. She protects her master's safety and also takes care of her daily needs. She has never had a baby in more than eight years. A thought that shouldn't be there.Her temperament is somewhat similar to Feng Yuhuan's, even a little more cold, she is a rare cold beauty, in fact, if Suyue is really compared with Tongya, the latter is really like a maid .

"Brother Yuhuan..." Tongya clenched her fists in disbelief when she saw that no one was paying attention to her, and then chased after her unwillingly, but was nailed to the spot by Di Shang's cold eyes. I trembled in fear.When she came back to her senses, she bumped into the eyes of Luo Jia'er who was looking at her before she could calm down, so she became more determined in her thoughts, her brows furrowed, and a gleam of light flashed across her originally clear eyes. fierce...

"Honey, that old woman is obviously older than you, why did she call you brother?" Di Shang kept walking close to Feng Yuhuan, and at this moment, he leaned into his sweetheart's ear regardless of time and place, whispering, his joy The child is only about 17 years old after all the calculations, and the girl should be 17 and a half years old according to Luo Jiaer, and she doesn't know how she has the face to say "brother".

Qiu Man on the side couldn't help but staggered when he accidentally heard the word "old woman", and felt extremely ashamed for his boss's narrow-mindedness.

In fact, this problem is entirely caused by someone's unhappiness. Generally, whether it is spiritual cultivation or martial arts, few people care about the problem of time. Many people live to five hundred or thousands, let alone this. There are still some strange spirits in the world, so it is very common for women to call brothers of the same age.

"..." Feng Yuhuan couldn't answer this profound question either, it wasn't that he deliberately ignored Di Shang, but that he really didn't know what to say, this matter was clearly following the rules...

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Feng Yufei is the city lord of Chicheng, with a high status, so the airship they use is naturally the best. Of course, even the vision is the best, because there is the family emblem of the Feng family, so if the airship they take is only upgraded by one If you are ten feet tall, you dare not rise one foot higher.

So the one floating on the head of the Feng family's flying boat is very conspicuous.

"What's up there?" Di Shang, Feng Yuhuan and the others were standing on the deck, and when they raised their heads slightly, they saw the thing flying above, and they were immediately upset.