V2.Chapter 573

Although his words were extremely fierce, his eyes were cold.

Compared with Yan cenxuan, Yanbei city is the most miserable one.

From the day he was born, he was disgusted by the birthmark on his face, and even his mother's wife died. Even now, although baorongdi seems to have relaxed his attitude to him, he still doesn't pay attention to him in his heart.

The stranger looked at the cold Yan Beicheng, stood up and walked to him, gently holding his hand, and his voice was gentle and heavy, "Yan cenxuan, being in the royal family, you have no qualification to escape. Otherwise, it is to send the butcher's knife to others and give up the opportunity to avenge her."

Yan cenxuan long silence down, two hands clenched fist, the back of the hand blue muscle burst.

The cheek of the flower on the stranger is to let his heart tangle pain unceasingly.

Such familiar eyebrows and eyes are because of the imperial power competition, so that she can no longer show that familiar gentle smile.

He did not resent the flowers on the stranger, but hated the people behind him and the fight for imperial power.

"Thank you for your trouble. I know what to do." Yan cenxuan suppressed all the resentment in his heart, and suddenly raised his eyes. His voice was as warm as usual, but he was especially firm.

"The first step is to spread the news."

Yan cenxuan raised his eyes slightly, and a look of surprise flashed through his eyes.

Mo Shang Hua and Yan Beicheng looked at each other, and a smile crossed his eyes.

……

Hua qianliu is indeed extremely intelligent. When she visits the teahouse later, she is not in the teahouse.

As soon as the steward saw her coming, he led her out to take a carriage, and all the way to a common house in a civilian residence.

As soon as you enter the house, a faint fragrance of medicine comes into your nose.

Hua qianliu, who has always been gold and jade, was so romantic that she even personally carried a medicine bowl and sat by the bed to feed the South crane with spoonful by spoon.

At the sight of flowers on the street, the flower thousand willows are calm, but the South crane, suddenly choked to himself, coughing.

Huaqianliu quickly put down the medicine bowl and patted the South crane on the back. He kept complaining in a low voice while patting, "don't say hello first."

Look at this differential treatment.

On the street flower found a place to sit down, quite a bit teasing of the opening: "when did the pavilion master know how to cherish the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

After a pause, he sighed: "it's not only that. It's so much more than a friend."

Hua qianliu snorted with calmness on her face. She was not ashamed at all. "My young master likes the South crane now, and she was injured for me. Naturally, she should make good compensation."

The South crane has just eased some coughing more and more acutely, a touch of suspicious redness gushed out on the pale face, "huaqianliu, what are you talking about!"

The flowers on the street can't help laughing. Their eyes are both gratified and funny. "Nanhe, I'm very happy to see you like this."

In any case, you don't have to be in love like before, and you don't have to be alone for the rest of your life.

Before Nanhe had time to speak, Hua qianliu was very proud to raise his lips and boasted: "my son is so handsome, and so elegant, but any woman will bow down under my childe's boots."

This time, before the flowers on the street opened their mouths, the South crane slapped it in the past.