V1.C23

As soon as the man entered the door, he saw Lou Xiyan sitting with his back against the cushion. His face sank and he roared: "you're good to lie down. What are you doing when you sit up?"

"Where's the doctor?" In such a big room, I only saw Mo Bai and a maid, and the man immediately became angry: "it's not fatal. Where are you going at this time?"

Zhuo Qing gently took out her ears, this is the so-called King's gas, Royal instrument?! The emperor's temper doesn't look very good. She's better to be calm. She lowers her head and Zhuo Qing closes her eyes.

Lou Xiyan gently stroked her forehead and said with a low smile, "I just drank the medicine. It's better. You make me headache!" He is not only bad tempered, but also loud!

Staring at him, Yan Hongtian snorted coldly: "you are a kind of innocent thing. As soon as I hear that you are ill, I will come here nonstop. You are good!" He is probably the only one who dares to talk to him in the whole dome, or the six continents.

Lou Xiyan immediately sat up straight, clasped his fists and said, "I'm afraid. I dare not bother to be a saint."

"Lou Xi Yan!"

Lou Xiyan gently picks her eyebrows and Yan Hongtian's cold eyes slightly squint. They look at each other like this. Zhuo Qing secretly guesses that the relationship between the two is really different. Next, they don't want to fight. It's a pity that she was disappointed. Yan Hongtian suddenly sat down on the bed and looked better. He asked in a low voice, "are you satisfied with that gift?"

"What gift?" Lou Xiyan is stunned!

"Green maple."

"She... Gently raised her eyes, over Yan Hongtian's shoulder, and looked at Zhuo Qing, who seemed to be very docile standing behind. Lou Xiyan said with a smile," very good. "

Good? Xiyan seldom evaluates women like this. "Have you enjoyed it?"

Enjoy!?

Is she spareribs rice?! What does he think of women as?! Zhuo Qing's head is black.

Zhuo Qing's depressed appearance made Lou Xiyan laugh. A fork in the air made Lou Xiyan cough: "cough, cough!"

"Why are you coughing again?" Yan Hongtian frowned, patted him on the back and said, "you're not too young. You should have a good wife, or you can leave a fragrance for your house! Before Yan Hongtian finished speaking, Lou Xiyan sighed and said, "I'm dying. Anyone who follows me is suffering. Let's take care of my wife."

Lou Xiyan was just a casual remark, but Yan Hongtian was slightly angry: "nonsense, Xuaner is lucky to follow you. If you don't like Xuaner, you can choose again."

Unwilling to accept this, Lou Xiyan digs off the topic with an excuse: "the Northern Qi and Dinu have been fighting each other all the year round. This time, the Northern Qi came to worship in gongyue. I think they came to ask for help."

"Good fight! It depends on what price they are willing to pay if they want to get rid of him. Don't worry about it Knowing that he doesn't want to talk about his marriage with xuan'er, Yan Hongtian doesn't force him either. He can force anyone in the world, but Xiyan can't. Patting Lou Xiyan on the shoulder, he got up and said, "have a good rest and take good care of yourself. I'll go first. I won't go to court these days. "

"Well."

Yan Hongtian got up and went to the screen, then suddenly stopped and looked at the maid in the corner. There was only Mo Bai around Xiyan. When was there more maid? The woman has been drooping her head, Yan Hongtian also did not look carefully, raised her feet to leave.

Zhuo Qing sighs darkly, this person's aggressiveness is really strong, he just swept her one eye just now, she already can feel that pair of black eyes bring of surly.

After confirming that Yan Hongtian left, Zhuo Qing immediately put down her tray. Lou Xiyan thought she would at least ask something. Unexpectedly, she didn't ask anything. She hurried to the door. Lou Xiyan said: "where are you going?"

Zhuo Qing's head doesn't return either. She just says, "look for something to eat."

Lou Xiyan was stunned for a long time, but he could not laugh or cry. She's in a hurry just to find food?!

After Zhuo Qing went out for a while, Jing SA took a picture scroll in his hand, pushed the door gently, stood outside the screen and said in a low voice: "master, I found it."

With a tired murmur from the inner room: "come in."

Jing SA went into the inner room and unfolded the picture scroll in his hand. He said: "the sisters of the Qing family have a long reputation. Many people in the capital collect their portraits. This one was painted by Zhang Hanxi, a scholar, when the three young ladies of the Qing family wrote poems at the Haoyue poetry club last year." On the scroll, three women stand in front of a short picture. The woman in blue holds a PU fan in one hand and grinds it gently in the other hand. The woman in purple in the middle is trying to write something, and her eyes are full of confidence. Behind her, there is a petite green woman with a silk handkerchief, smiling and charming. Three people are three different customs, but each of them is just a painting, which makes people want to stop.

Looking at her appearance, the woman in the middle should be Qingfeng. In the painting, she boasts that she has a delicate face. In reality, she is rebellious, arrogant and self reliant. Looking at the woman in the painting with a smile like a flower, Lou Xi's face becomes colder and colder. Her quiet voice asks with a chill: "who hurt her face?"

Jing SA and Mo Bai look at each other, and they also see a light surprise in each other's eyes. The master, who is always happy and angry, seems to be too excited tonight. With some clarity in his mind, Jing SA Wei lowered his head and truthfully replied, "it's her. The three sisters of the Qing family don't want to send them to Qiongyue as gifts. Haoyue Wang grabs their parents and threatens them. Unexpectedly, the two elders of the Qing family die in prison. Before they set out, they destroyed their looks and hanged themselves, but they failed. They were rescued and sent directly to the dome. "Suicide? He didn't believe that Qingfeng would commit suicide. At least the calm and proud woman he met would never choose to commit suicide when she met this kind of thing! Thinking about it, Lou Xiyan asked, "what other characteristics do the sisters of the Qing family have?"

"Mrs. Qing is a famous tattoo master in Haoyue. Almost all nobles in Haoyue Kingdom invite Mrs. Qing to tattoo their favorite ornaments on their eyebrows when they reach the pole. When the three ladies were full moon, Mrs. Qing pricked the last word in their names, so if she was really Qingfeng, she should have pricked the word "Feng."

"It's a very simple thing to give a maple character to your body." Ink white frown, this is what characteristics, Jing SA can find, others can also find.

Jing SA shook his head and said firmly: "this feature only exists in the sisters of the Qing family. It is said that Mrs. Qing has a unique skill, which can make the words on her body invisible. It can only appear when she is emotional or her body temperature rises, and she only uses it on her daughter."

"Find a chance to check if she has Maple characters on her body." This woman's behavior is different from ordinary people, he must at least determine whether she is Qingfeng.

Jing SA face a stiff, long time no reply, Lou Xiyan felt Jing SA strange, low voice asked: "where is the location of tattoo?"

"Chest..."

Spring morning beautiful warm, gently sprinkle on the body is very comfortable. It was dark last night. I didn't have a chance to have a good look at this courtyard. Looking at it carefully, Zhuo Qing had to say that the taste of Lou Xiyan was very good. The small building is located in the rear of the yard. In front of the building, there is a small space with stone tables and benches. It's refreshing to see the scenery here. Because when you look up, you can see a large lake with almost no edge, connecting with the blue sky, vast and calm. Zhuo Qing sighs. It's a luxury. In the 21st century, who will dig such a big lake at home? But I have to say that Lou Xiyan can really enjoy it. When she wakes up, she can see such clear and broad waters. It's hard to feel bad.