Chapter 122 Oriental Prime Minister
When Han Feng said that she let Princess Qingyun practice in the black general space, Princess Qingyun's eyes lit up, and her eyes sparkled with affectionate light, making Han Feng feel a fever on her face...
"Oh, princess, don't look at me like this, okay? I'm embarrassed."
Han Feng said half-jokingly. He turned slightly...
"I didn't expect you to remember me, thank you."
The soft voice echoed in the air, and a red figure flashed in the air. Before he could react, he had already felt the dark fragrance coming. The warm lips have been printed on Han Feng's cheeks...
When the sudden attack made Han Feng not reverse, the light posture had already flown away in the space, and soft laughter came from afar. Han Feng touched his hot cheek and stood there, looking at the graceful figure fading away in the dark gray space. I don't know what it feels like...
The most difficult beauty...
The gray boundary flashed, and a figure appeared out of thin air, but the straight figure was Han Feng. At this moment, he is standing in the Zizhuxuan room. From the luster of the face, it can be seen that its skills have made great progress...
Han Feng clenched his fist gently, and the power of his whole body suddenly surged from the meridians to the fist. The fist was golden and shiny, shining like gold and iron. He gently put his fist to the ground, silently, and the ground collapsed. A pit the size of a head appeared on the ground, and the perimeter of the bluestone ground was as straight and angular as an axe and machete...
A smile emerged from the corners of Han Feng's mouth. Since the two yuan beads rotated around the Buddha's magic beads, the golden power has increased a lot. In this way, his power has also increased thousands of miles a day...
"It seems that we really need to keep this secret, otherwise I don't know what kind of trouble it will cause." Han Feng muttered to himself. Thinking that Princess Qingyun was practicing in the space of the black general at this moment, he couldn't help laughing. The "black general" saved him a lot of trouble. If you had known it, you might as well have used it earlier. In fact, his previous skills did not reach the ability to use this space smoothly. However, when he reached the perfect realm of scattered flowers, he could smoothly enter and exit the black general space, but he didn't know it...
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Han Feng's fingerprints were formed, the red light flashed in turn, and the dark gray array slowly disappeared. When the clouds dispersed, the fog over Zizhuxuan slowly melted, showing its original appearance. At this time, a green figure flashed, and Han Feng could not dodge, and the small figure had rushed to his arms. He felt tight in his arms, and Xiaolu's light and exquisite body had snuggled close to his arms. His hands wrapped around his neck tightly.
The brisk laughter sounded.
"Brother Feng, you are so awesome that you can change the whole room. When will you teach me this?" Little Green wrapped his whole body around him, just like cowhide candy...
Since Han Feng saved Xiaolu, Xiaolu has always liked to stick to him. I don't know when he appeared next to him. She said that Han Feng's body exuded a strange smell. She liked it very much. She especially liked the vitality emanating from Han Feng's body, so she hugged him tightly as soon as she saw him, which reminded Han Feng of the little fat man who liked to hold him all night before and couldn't stand it...
Little Green's fragrant body was so tightly wrapped in his arms that he couldn't push it away. Han Feng suppressed his heart that was about to beat. Dare not face the clear green eyes and delicate face less than ten centimeters away from his face, and secretly said in his heart, "Han Feng, what are you thinking? She is so small that she is just a little sister who likes you..."
"Cough..."
Han Feng smiled bitterly, gently straightened the little green's body and said, "Don't worry. Brother Feng will teach you when there is a chance. Go and see if the meal is ready first, okay?" His words are extremely soft, as if teasing a child.
"Oh! I'm going to learn kung fu..."
The little green screamed and ran out. Han Feng gently patted his chest, and the little heart slowly calmed down... At this time, the little green suddenly ran back. She shouted, "Brother Feng, someone is looking for you outside."
When Han Feng walked out of the room, a middle-aged man was sitting in the living room, but it was Lao Dong. He sat on a teacher's chair with only half his buttocks and looked curiously at everything in the room.
Han Feng coughed softly, and Lao Dong stood up from his chair in shock when he saw him coming. Han Feng smiled and said, "General Labor, don't be polite, just do whatever you want here."
With a flattering smile on his face, Lao Dong said, "I didn't expect Mr. Han to have such an elegant courtyard. If it weren't for Uncle Ma, I'm afraid I really couldn't find it..."
"Where, I don't know what the general manager of labor is doing here?" Han Feng was too lazy to circle around with him, so he asked directly. Lao Dong is the kind of master who does not climb the Three Treasures Hall.
Only then did Lao Dong think of the business. He showed an embarrassed look on his face and turned his eyes to Uncle Ma beside him. Uncle Ma said, "That's right, young master..."
From Uncle Ma's words, Han Feng knew that there was something wrong with the repair of the fragranceless restaurant. Because a pillar of the fragrance-free restaurant has old wounds and moths in previous fights, and it is difficult to repair it again. And this pillar is the load-bearing column of the whole fragrance-free restaurant, and there is no way to repair it. Therefore, after thinking about it, they decided to build a new one. It's just that I'm afraid that Han Feng has a problem, so I came to ask him for instructions this time...
Han Feng thought for a moment and said, "Since there is no way to repair it, let's build a new one." In the future, it will be good to discuss such a matter with Uncle Ma. My only request is to make this restaurant green..."
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Chaotian Street.
The flow of people is like a real car. This should belong to the most prosperous place in Wuyun City. The noise is endless, day and night. Red men and green women came together. On the five-foot-wide street made of blue jade, official sedan chairs and horses came and went from time to time... The shouts of vendors came one after another...
About a few hundred feet along the straight Qingyu Stone Road on Chaotian Street, the noise suddenly stopped. A tall archway stands high, and at a glance, it is always dozens of feet high. Walking here, the archway suddenly became two worlds inside and outside. Dozens of warriors with knives and guns stood on both sides of the archway... With cold eyebrows, a murderous atmosphere suddenly rose...
Three miles east of Chaotian Street is the core of the Xuanhuang Dynasty - the palace. At the true feet of this emperor, it is definitely not an ordinary person to have such a place. And this is not another place. It is the residence of Zaifu, Hanlin Academy University Scholar, Yipin Dingdai... Dongfang Wentian's mansion. Of course, no one dares to call him by his name, and he is called the prime minister. Dongfang Wentian is not only the head of literary ministers. It is said that half of the official positions of the Xuanhuang Dynasty today came from his sitting down, and many of those military officers also came from his sitting down...
"Seven officials under the prime minister."
Those feudal officials and town border kings who came to Beijing... When they came here, they had to nod their heads and bowed and dared not put on any majestic airs. Therefore, the people in the prime minister's mansion have developed a habit of nostrils facing the sky. Those warriors standing guard in front of the archway are the family of the oriental prime minister. Although they stand there, they feel that they are stronger than those civil and military ministers...
As long as there are people who don't like to see, maybe their legs have already flown out before the words arrive...
At this time, several cold-eyed strong men found a person who made them very unhappy. A tall and burly young man with long light blonde hair was patrolling in front of the archway... A harmless and handsome face with a faint smile made them very angry. Because all the people who pass by here, whether they are officials or ordinary people without official positions, when they see them, they have a strong or light fear and dare not look at them with their eyes... But they can't see any respect from the young man's face, let alone fear.
I'm angry... One of the black-faced guys, with vertical lines between his eyebrows and high raised cheekbones, full of a kind of cruelty and pride. His name is Hu Saihu, and he is the little leader of these people... He is staring at the teenager with round and fierce eyes.
"Humph..."
Hu Saihu hummed a crooked sound with his nostrils. A strong man came over a few steps, pointed his hand at the blonde teenager in the distance, and said with a flattering smile, "Master Hu, is it okay for you to look at that thing and let your subordinates vent your anger on you?" Hu Saihu could not feel any vibration or strong pressure from the teenager. The teenager wore a green shirt and looked up at the exquisite pictures carved on the archway, thinking...
"I must have come from the countryside, and I don't know Mount Tai..." The big man said fiercely to Han Feng. Then he turned around and said to Hu Saihu, "Master, look at your subordinates."
"Don't lose face." Hu Saihu turned his face to the other side and didn't even look at the flattering guy...
The blonde teenager is Han Feng. He came here for nothing else, but to complete a headache. It is to cancel the marriage of the Oriental Prime Minister's family.
Han Feng is slandering in his heart, and he doesn't know what is wrong with this young lady of the Oriental prime minister's family. He insisted on marrying a nobody, and he didn't look for those noble princes and nobles...
But now he is very human. When the strong man came over, he already knew it. Although that guy's kung fu is good, the already light footsteps came to his ears like thunder... The other party's air machine has a dangerous feeling. It seems that the comer is not good, but how can these be put in his heart?