Chapter 104 Three Princes of Licheng 1

In the 'Ren' room on the third floor, Long Yu first threw his buttocks at the big ** for people to rest. Dongfang and the four of them sat at the table and drank tea.

"It's really a big deal to have a first-class building." Oriental Amber touched it and sighed.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a wide landscape screen between the window and the table. On the left side is a luxury mahogany soft bed carved with mandarin ducks swimming in water, and the front of the bed hangs to the smooth marble floor. Various potted plants are decorated everywhere, making the room more elegant.

On the right side is a small study separated by hollow carved mahogany. Opposite is a desk. Behind it is a row of bookshelves full of all kinds of books. The wall is also full of paintings made by famous artists. There is a red case by the window with a kite on it. In the golden incense burner next to it, cigarettes slowly steam up. It makes people feel comfortable. There is also a special bath on the inside of the bed, which is separated from the outside with silky silk cloth.

"I'm curious about who is behind this, and I'd like to see it if I have a chance." Murong Xi looked around the layout of the room and also showed admiration.

"It's not easy. They are in the room opposite you."

For this sudden sound, you don't even think about who it is.

"Housekeeper Mu, what did you say?" Murong Xi motioned Mu Yin, who had just pushed the door to enter, to take a seat and added him a cup of tea.

"When I came in just now, I heard the downstairs talking about this matter."

Just as several people were chatting, the door was pushed open...

Two women in their teens moved gently. Several people looked at this situation inexplicably. They saw them dressed in elegant smoke and clouds of butterflies, combing their heads and bowing their eyebrows: "Miss Gong is polite. The two slaves, poetry and painting, are the people of this building and come to cheer for all the princes and ladies.

After explaining the intention, he slowly raised his head, and the real person was as his name: poetic and picturesque, just the right self-restraint and temperament. Not a little more charming, not a little bit of literacy, which shows how strict the requirements of the owner of this building are.

When a carp from **, Dongfang Tuo opened his mouth and said lightly, "No, I'll settle it to you later."

"Let us introduce you to the original poster." Murong Xi looked at the two lings and stepped forward to beg.

The two looked at Murong Xi and said nothing. They turned around and closed the door. Looking at the two people who left, Murong Xi looked at the closed door and smiled bitterly: Is this a promise or not?

"Ah! Mr. Murong was left out by the beauty!? Amber put her hand on Murong Xi's shoulder with a smile, and her careless appearance is comparable to that of the dragon's legacy.

Murong Xi shook his head and laughed.

In the Tianzi room, the three people who had just caused a sensation in the building sat at the table talking and laughing, with several exquisite dishes on the table. A stew-like old man served the side respectfully and added drinks to the three of them from time to time.

The hazy fragrance in the room is mixed with the fragrance of wine, and the beautiful hand gently picks the strings and plays melodious music. The prince sat at the table and smiled. This harmonious picture made people feel comfortable and pleasing to the eyes.

"Xu Yan, what on earth do you plan to do about this [cloud upstairs]?" The 17th and 18-year-old man in a brocade robe at the table frowned slightly. Looking at the man sitting with his back against the window on his right hand and shaking the folding fan, the raised eyebrows were faintly puzzled.

The color of the hair is a faint wine red, and only the hairpin is used. The wind passed through the open window, lifted a touch of wine red and swept through the thick eyebrows, blowing the broken hair of the ears and temples, revealing a firm side face like a knife, and thick shoulders were enough to make people intoxicated.

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the flame gold cloud brocade robe, reflecting a little golden light. The wheat-colored skin is more and more bright, just like the hot sun at noon in June - Gong Yao Cen.

And the locals and people in the world are used to calling it Flame.

The two maidservant in the room blew as if no one was there, and the stewman stood respectfully, and everything seemed to be very harmonious. It's just an old-fashioned meaning everywhere: an immutable song, an unchanging sunset... A layer of unchanging old topics...

Gong Yao Cen looked at the person sitting by the window. The afterglow of the sunset blurred his face and only vaguely felt the corners of the man's upturned mouth. But Gong Yao Cen knew that he didn't laugh because he was happy, but because he was bored...

"Zijin, don't worry about singing music. Persuade him quickly." Gong Yaosen shook his head next to him and hummed the man's music and complained: Why is everyone like this? He feels like he is the only one who is worried?

"Hmm~?"

The man known as Zijin lazily turned his body and looked at the two, embroidered with peony blossoms with colorful threads, and the black robe with silver silk edges covered the stool he sat on.

A black peony under the corner of his left eye is enchanting, his beautiful eyes are half narrow, and his red lips are slightly squeezed. The amber eyes were full of doubts: "Who should I persuade?" The voice was gentle and charming, and I only felt soft all over. I wish I could take a bite of the face without any warning.

Gong Yao Cen stood on the table and stroked his forehead: How could he forget the sentence that people can't look good?

Han Zijin, the most incompetent and outstanding son of the salt merchant Han Yu family, has a slow and unbeat (commonly known as confused) and a demonic face. This characteristic makes him unable to be a father and has to let him go. People call it a faceless prince.

Faceless - a unique face in the world...

The afterglow reflected in the amber eyes, becoming more and more clear and transparent...

The man with a blurred face by the window slowly raised his slender hand and waved it. The room where the sound of the piano was gurgling just now suddenly calmed down. The maidservant saluted and left the room silently. When the room calmed down, the man against the sunset slowly opened his mouth:

"Because of the ten-year elective of [cloud upstairs], the heroes of various countries and even the whole sky continent will gather there. It is estimated that it will not be possible to open a mountain for three or five years (exaggerated), so... don't be impatient."

"I heard that this time is different from previous years. Even if you sit at home like this, they will still come to you." Gong Yaocen saw that the man finally opened his mouth, as if he was afraid that the man would be silent again. He immediately rushed to say the news he had inquired these days and held the table with a serious face: "You must know it all."

"Hmm~!" The man tapped his head and sniffed Biluochun in his hand and sighed softly.

"And then?" Han Zijin blinked his eyes and asked.

"...we may be secretly monitored at any time." Gong Yao Cen's face was indignant, and the feeling of being stared at by countless eyes was creepy. He can't stand the feeling of being attacked at any time.

"En!! Maybe I was even seen when I squatted in the hut..."

Gong Yao Cen looked at Han Zijin's rare face with a straight nod, and the blue veins on his forehead were straight:

"Han Zijin!!!"

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient..." The backlit man pressed his hands to signal the two to be harmonious.