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"Mistress, this is your robe." As Yao'er spoke, she casually draped the robe over her shoulders and subconsciously glanced at Xiao Jingfeng.

"Yao'er pays her respects to the prince …" Yao'er bowed, but didn't say anything else.

"Yao'er, accompany me for a walk …" Duan Mu Yan didn't even spare Xiao Jin Feng a glance as she brushed past his side.

"Mu Yan …" Xiao Jingfeng found it hard to describe his current state of mind. His heart, which had been entangled with thousands of thin lines, tightened as an indescribable pain caused him to almost collapse. He really didn't know how to end this mess.

Looking at Duan Mu Yan's departing figure, Xiao Xin Feng sighed sorrowfully. Everything happened too quickly and he didn't even have the time to react before everything had already turned upside down.

In the inn.

"Mistress, why didn't you respond to the Prince just now?" Yao'er didn't understand. Shouldn't her master be showing great tolerance at this moment?

"Even if you can ignore him, you have to show some temper. If you don't mind, he will think you don't care about him. Oh right, Zi Min said that there was an expert who wanted to see me. What's her name?" Duan Muyan carefully placed the mask in the water on her face and wiped it dry with a towel.

Not only because of its beauty that could topple nations and shake all living beings, it also concealed all of her emotions so well. With this face, no one would know what she was thinking, and no one would be able to guess what she was thinking.

"From what Zi Min means, it should be a swordsman from the martial arts world. Her name is Yan Wuhen. Yao'er is not from the martial arts world and is not very familiar with him. However, Zi Min's face is beaming with joy, and I believe she should be someone important." Yao'er judged.

"In the end, the people that I've brought here are a mix of good and bad, so I can't use them for a short period of time. I need death warriors …" Duan Mu Yan calmly said as she placed the final hairpin on the dressing table onto her bun.

"But at least these people can do all sorts of things, and after repeated verification, it's not hard to believe the death soldiers mentioned by their masters." Yao'er consoled.

"You're right, let's go. Don't let Zimin get worried." After which, she left the inn.

The main hall of the Spring Festival.

A man dressed in azure robes was sitting at the table in the middle. He was holding a beautiful girl's red in his hand and was pouring it into his mouth. His other hand was holding a relatively exquisite sword.

"Young master, who are you waiting for here? Drinking wine by yourself is so lonely, why don't you let Xiao Hong accompany you …" The woman with the name Xiao Hong turned her body and walked to the man's side, her hands naturally resting on his shoulders! Just as Xiao Hong moved its face closer, a 'whoosh' sound was heard. The man had already pulled the sword out of the ground, and started dancing wildly in the air. Then, he looked at Xiao Hong, and his hair started to shorten to his ears.

Ah!" You... "If you don't drink, then don't drink. Why are you moving your hands …" Xiao Hong was first startled and then angry. After saying two angry words, she turned around and left. The man lightly glanced in the direction Xiao Hong left in and could not help but snort.

"Vulgar!" At the side, Zi Min was flabbergasted. In the eyes of an expert, the sword moves performed by that man just now were definitely not something that could be mastered by ordinary moves.

"The bawd! "Is Meng Yan not here yet?" The man asked with a sullen and cold voice. When Zi Min heard him, she stepped forward but was blocked by the man's sword.

"Other than Meng Yan, I'm not interested in anyone else!" The man's voice was as cold as an icicle, and her eyes were filled with a cold light.

"Young Master Yan, don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to seduce you. I just want to tell you, my Miss will be here in a moment!" Zi Min didn't mind.

"What is it? Yichun Courtyard's Courtesan Belle was actually not present at Yichun Courtyard? Heh! [I don't think he lives up to his name!] If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come! "Hmph …" The man snorted lightly before sheathing his sword and carrying Nu Er Hong away. Just as Zi Min was about to step forward to stop him, she saw Duan Mu Yan entering through the door and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Who made the rule that Hua Kui had to be present? Yan'er did not know better, but she wanted to ask Young Master, if there was no wutong tree, would the Golden Phoenix be able to stay in seclusion here for a hundred years? Without Bole, the horse will die of old age in the stable? Without Yu Boya, wouldn't Zhong Ziquan look for someone else? " Duan Mu Yan's appearance was extremely unique, and her pure white long robe made people involuntarily sigh in amazement.

"You … "It's Meng Yan?" Yan Wu Hen's sword-like eyebrows creased as he sized up Duan Mu Yan.

"No doubt about it." The young man in front of her had a jade-like appearance, and a hint of righteousness could be seen on his face. He didn't seem like a playboy that lived in a land of fireworks.

"What a sharp tongue. Since Miss Meng Yan is not at the Spring Festival, why would she be here?" Yan Wuhen was obviously unwilling to accept Duan Ling Tian's words.

"Because it is possible for Yu Boya to appear here, Yan'er doesn't want to miss it. "The boundless sea of people in this boundless universe, if I miss it, it will be a hundred years before I see you again …" Her clear eyes stared straight at the man before her.

"Lady, you're too kind. I'm just looking for someone to drink with me. If you don't mind, please drink with my remaining red hair!" Yan Wuhen slowly brought the jar of wine over to Duan Moyan, his sharp eyes revealing traces of drunkenness. At the side, Yao'er and Zi Min stood in front of Duan Mu Yan.

"My family's young mistress is unable to handle alcohol. If you want to drink, I'll accompany you!" Compared to before, Zi Min was clearly more hostile. At the side, Yao'er was also about to speak when she saw Duan Mu Yan accepting Yan Wu Hen's wine jar. Without saying anything further, she lifted the wine jar and poured it into her mouth.

This was not the first time Duan Mu Yan drank wine, and this was not the strongest drink that Duan Mu Yan drank. At that time, when she was in the Imperial Palace, when she saw her royal brother and mother being bullied but being unable to do anything, she would secretly drink wine in the imperial kitchen. However, until now, no one knew that she had such a tolerance for alcohol, including Xiao Yuxuan.

At this moment, Duan Mu Yan had already finished drinking all of the Nu Er Hong that Yan Wu Hen had passed to her. When she passed the jar of wine back to Yan Wu Hen, her cherry red lips parted slightly.

"Owner Hua, give me another ten jars. I'll place the money for the wine on Yan'er. If you don't mind, young master, how about we go to the second floor and have a good drink together?" Under his curly eyelashes, his eyes were exceptionally clear. Yan Wuhen looked at Duan Mu Yan in astonishment, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Young Master Yan, didn't you want to drink?" "Our young miss is waiting for you …" Yao'er lightly walked over to Yan Wuhen's side and softly reminded him.

"Ugh …" Good... "Good alcohol capacity …" Yan Wuhen couldn't help but sigh as he followed Duan Mu Yan to the second floor of the Violet Butterfly Pavilion.

Inside the Immortal Deity Pavilion, Ye Li said in a bland voice as he looked at Leng Bingxin in the mirror.

"Bing-Er, is Meng Yan suspicious?" On the night of Duan Mu Yan's performance, Ye Li was among the crowd. It was hard for him to imagine that a girl that did not lack money would be willing to enter a brothel.

"What's so suspicious about that? Some roads when you take the first step, you will have no chance to turn back, even if Meng Yan wants to be kind, but where are the other people? Although the men are flattering her, if they were to marry a girl, how many will be willing, furthermore a beautiful woman is easy to die, how many people can guarantee that they will always be the same towards Meng Yan? "Meng Yan is smart. If she didn't see through all the love in the world, she wouldn't be hanging around the brothels. Not for money, just for a chance to know each other. Forget it, you won't understand …" Leng Bing Xin placed the last golden hairpin in her bun and sighed.

"It seems you really admire that Meng Yan?" Ye Li had never heard Leng Bingxin praise a person.

"Appreciate it? They should be feeling the same thing... Master said he would come today? "What is it?" Ever since that time, Leng Bing Xin no longer felt any warmth when mentioning Duan Xingyi. It wasn't that she gave up, but she had learned how to endure.

"The owner didn't say anything, but he must have been in a hurry." Ye Li spoke the truth.

"Oh." Leng Bing Xin lowered her eyes and replied as if she was lost in thought.

A gust of wind blew, and the purple dress drew a graceful arc over the room. By the time Leng Bingxin and Ye Li reacted, Duan Xingyi had already settled down at the table.

"Your subordinate greets Master!"

"Your subordinate greets Master!" Nightfall and Leng Bingxin bowed before splitting into two groups, one on either side of Duan Xingyi.

"Master, did something bad happen?" Ye Li worriedly asked.

"It's indeed tricky. I've received news from the Southern Yue that Shen Hanxin has secretly sent people to kill me. Just as we had expected, the biggest culprit in taking the risk is Shen Hanxin!" Duan Xingyi's gaze gradually turned cold and his fists subconsciously clenched into fists. If there was anyone in this world who could become his opponent, then that person would be his royal brother who was in the same father and mother as him.

"third prince really does not care about the interests of the entire Southern Yue?" Ye Li angrily said. If Master's matter here was successful, then the Badlands would become the flesh in the south of the country.

He cares more about the position of crown prince. Currently in the Southern Yue, eldest imperial brother died in battle, and second imperial brother was trapped in the Underworld Garden. The third imperial brother should have inherited the position of crown prince, but if I can make the Da Mo Qiong fall below the Southern Yue, then the position of crown prince will undoubtedly belong to me. Duan Xingyi's thin lips slightly pursed as the corner of his lips curled into a strange smile.

"Then what do we do now? I think the third prince will send out the experts from the Hawkdog organization. " Ye Li was not afraid of being trapped in a trap. He was worried about his master.

I am in the imperial palace of the Great Mo Empire, and I have the protection of the Great Mo Army. On the other hand, you all must not let anyone see through your actions, especially Bing'er, you cannot use your needles in front of the public in the Great Hall. The Imperial City is not big, and they will not be small in numbers. Duan Xingyi instructed.

"Master, why didn't you let the Azure Dragon come?" Leng Bing Xin asked curiously. With a strong enemy in front of them, they should send more reinforcements.

"Perhaps this is Shen Hanxin's conspiracy. He wants to force me to transfer away the main forces of the Southern Mountain, and then bring about the calamity to the Wall of Desolations!" Duan Xingyi's cold eyes were as cold as ice.

"Master, are you really safe in the palace? Ye Li wants to stay by your side! " He knew that as long as Leng Bing Xin hid herself well, no one would be able to find her. But her master was different, in the entire Southern Mountain, who wouldn't recognize the Fourth Prince of the Southern Yue, Shen Hansheng!

"Don't worry, I have full confidence that Shen Hanxin will be able to harm me." Duan Xingyi said disapprovingly.

The cold wind blew, blowing the windows open, and even the door was opened by the wind.

"Miss Meng Yan has such a good alcohol tolerance. I, Wu Hen, am impressed!" Walking in the north and south of the river, Wu Hen has never met a person as magnanimous as Lady Meng Yan. This time, Wu Hen has truly broadened his horizons! " Inside the Purple Butterfly Pavilion, Yan Wuhen loudly praised Duan Mu Yan's alcohol tolerance.