Twenty-eight, all over the city

He didn't care much about Fang Zifei. How can a Jianghu pianist be compared with the king of the world? Later, when he heard that he had a unique skill, he didn't pay attention to it. Since he became a teacher, he has never met an enemy. He really hit the country with one shot and one punch. He is proud of the world, such as the art of power and martial arts.

Only when he heard that the two Yufang were inseparable and looked close, he gradually couldn't sit still. Is there anyone who is better than him?

Although he ordered the shopkeeper Hu to take the medicine first, he still had no definite plan in his heart. If the rumor is true, this recipe can't be killed. Kill it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to save Yu Qing's heart. If you don't kill it, it's hard to flatten your chest after all.

After careful consideration, he finally decided to go to this Fang Zifei in person for a while. After seeing the real person, it is to kill or stay, and then make plans. He would like to see what kind of person he compared with him.

But I didn't expect that Fang Zifei was his younger brother Shen Fang. Only then did he suddenly remember that Shen Fang was called Shen Zifei. This younger brother, like his nemesis, has passed for six or seven years, and he can't escape after all.

If this pair of hands is someone else, it's actually Shen Fang, so how many chances can he win? At that moment, his hazy heart was a little angry.

But isn't the younger brother a monk? He remembered that the master mentioned in his reply that the abbot would ask his brother to help him. Seeing Shen Fang dressed as a Confucian. Gradually, he had something in mind.

However, after the invitation to enter the palace, no matter how he persuaded him, he even showed the meaning of coercion. Shen Fang just did not agree to enter the Master Guangtai Temple. It is said that the master had promised, and it was all at his own will.

He couldn't do it, so he had to stay for a while. He thought that Yu Qingcun would finally come. At that time, he would only see how he ended up.

On that day, Yu Qingcun was shocked and sad. What Jun Cheng saw in his eyes was a love for Shen Fang. And in his brother's eyes, he also saw panic and pain for the first time. These two people are so deeply in love. Yu Qingcun once knew that Shen Fang was the only one who was so sad when he saw him so sad that day.

Today, even if Shen returned to the monk's costume, he is a practical monk, but Yu Qingcun is still affectionate. But what did Shen Fang do? Teach him to be so sad!

Juncheng was worried in the car, and his heart surged. Seeing that Yu Qingcun finally stopped, his face was gray.

It looks like this. Why didn't you choose me that day? If I were you, how could I be so depressed? Even if I do everything in the world, I will definitely teach you happiness for a lifetime. Juncheng looked at Yu Qingcun, who was sitting on the ground, and swore in his heart that he must get him this time. After that, he slowly taught him to understand his mind. He really can't see him so sad. Since you are so unhappy, you can't help but abuse yourself like this.

He made up his mind, got out of the car, came to Yu Qingcun and helped him up. Today, we must take him away from the pure lotus seeds.

He silently helped Yu Qingcun into the carriage, but did not attract Yu Qingcun's opposition. Jun Cheng couldn't help but be overjoyed. Maybe Qingcun finally figured it out.

Yu Qingcun held hands with Juncheng, boarded Juncheng's carriage, and gradually drove towards the golden hall of the palace in the bustling depths.

His lazy eyes didn't notice the street corner not far away at all, and another man in gray was watching all this quietly. Until he saw them go away, the man in gray sighed unconsciously, and there was a little confusion and melancholy in his voice.

The wind suddenly got bigger. The wind on the street gradually covered the whole body of the man in gray, the corridor that slowly grew between him and the horse workshop, and finally wrapped the carriage and faded out of his vision little by little.

The wind swept through the wind, and the weather was actually wet and gloomy.