Chapter 105 Three Princes of Licheng 2

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

"Shu Yan, don't play with your 'don't be impatient' in front of me. I've listened to it more than eight thousand times. You're not tired of talking, I'm tired of hearing!" Gong Yao Cen looked at the ten-thousand-old smiling face and roared with his teeth.

The backlit man still smiled and felt that he was born with such a face. Calm look, calm temperament. It suits his calm smiling face.

At first glance, the facial features on his face don't feel good, but as long as you are careful, you will find that if you paint his eyes with a bright color, he will add a trace of brilliance to his smiling face. You will find that he is the kind of intriguing man who is rare in the world. Behind the ink hair, there is a pure cyan robe with a good texture. Just like his smile, he has no emotion but laughter...

"Don't be impatient!"

"..." Well, Gong Yao is dead. He lost and never won...

Leng Xiuyan, the son of Lengchi, the owner of Licheng City. From the time they met, they never left the words 'Don't be impatient' and the eternal smile. It makes people feel very approachable.

People call him a smiling man.

However, Gong Yaocen and Han Zijin knew that all this was just because of what he said - "It's boring, so I keep laughing."

It's boring and laughing all the time. I laughed until I finally forgot how to express other emotions...

Slowly got up, and the slender figure stood in front of him. The yellow sunset behind him poured down all over his body, as if it were coated with a gold edge. Leng Xiuyan raised her feet and staggered the stool, looking sideways at the dim yellow sun outside the window, her white face, and an empty smile...

"I'm just waiting for such a person, a person who can end my boring life."

Gong Yao Cen and was about to say something when he knocked on the door and frowned unhappily: "Come in."

"Son, do the guests in the 'Ren' room want to see you?" The clothes of the two people standing outside the door looked a little familiar, but the hands held at this time showed that they were very uneasy now.

These two are the two women who are ready to play in their room - poetry and painting. The two of them had just been hesitating whether to disturb several sons Yaxing or not. Seeing the stewman and two other people coming out, I knew that they had something to talk about. As soon as he turned around and retreated, he bumped into several people from Dongfang who went out, and had no choice but to knock on the door of the 'Sky'.

"What guest?" Gong Yaocen caught a glimpse of the two maidservant who had bent their knees and saluted for a while, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Their master was still meditating, so he waved impatiently to motion the two to stand up and speak.

Leng Xiuyan still maintained the posture of looking up at the setting sun, as if she didn't hear it. Han Zijin lay on the table and pouted and counted the patterns on the teacup. The sleepy expression on his face told people that he was also bored at this time.

And Dongfang and several people are actually planning to go to the 'and' room to discuss things with Dongfang Li, but they don't want to happen to see the two actors walking back and forth at the door. After questioning, he knew that their boss was in the 'Tian' room, so he had to disturb him. At this moment when he arrived at You.

In fact, the three people in the room already knew it when poetry and painting were wandering around the door. I just felt that there was nothing big, so I left them alone. At this time, they knew that they had something to talk about and dared to knock on the door to prove that there was really something wrong. Leng Xiuyan slightly turned her white face and motioned them to bring people in.

Poetry and painting face turned blue, whispered, "Yes." When he turned around, he reluctantly turned around and smiled at Dongfang: "A few inside, please."

After Dongfang's return, the two of them went downstairs sadly on their faces. Several people looked inexplicable. They just came here and didn't know the vigorous behavior of the three princes in Licheng. Of course, they would have this question. Since Murong Xi asked for this matter, he naturally went ahead. However, it was strange that Mu Yin did not go in together and only stood outside the door.

"Mu Yin, the sun came out from the west. Why is it a rare 'an fen' today? Dongfang took a few steps shorter, with a surprised smile on his face. Mu Yin just pulled the corners of his mouth to show that he had laughed and urged her, "Go in. There are many people and it looks crowded."

It's the first time I've seen such a talkative Mu Yin. It made her not know what to say, curled her lips indifferentally, raised her feet into the room and closed the door.

Long, I'll explore the way first. Pay attention - Mu Yin turned around and went in for a moment, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, telling him with words that only he and Long Yu could hear at present.

Don't worry, I took a look behind me on the face of the dragon's legacy.

Oh... Don't forget that you are a child now - as soon as Mu Yin finished speaking, a flash god disappeared at the door. The angry dragon's legacy didn't even have time to say rude words, and he could only mutter sourly: stinky.

"In the next Fengqi City, Murong Xi has heard that the famous [Yipin Building] in our dynasty is run by a young talent who is almost the same as me. I haven't submitted a post on my way here. I hope you can forgive me. As soon as Murong Xi entered the door, he had a standard gift for the son of the family.

As soon as a few people entered the door, they first looked at Shanggong Yao Cen, with a faint warning and disdain on their faces. For this, several people have no choice but to look good even if they see a few people who obviously come to blunder money.

"You haven't explained the intention of 'you' yet?" Gong Yao's tone is obviously not as angry as before, but it is also full of temptation.

"Oh. I'm really sorry. The people behind me are all my relatives and friends. Prepare to leave tomorrow morning and go to the far northwest [cloud upstairs]. Murong Xi knocked on his hand with a fan and smiled and said their intentions.

"You are going there too!"

Gong Yaocen looked puzzled and looked at the youngest of these years old, only eight or nine years old. I doubt if they think they have lived too long?

Han Zijin, who had been lying on the table with his back to the door, also heard their conversation and looked back at the people

Hmm...

I can't open my eyes at all, and I hold my eyelids hard. Han Zijin was fighting with his upper and lower eyelids. Dongfang looked at the beautiful man who was very entangled, and his forehead was sweating: Why bother to fight with himself so much? Let's see if you haven't slept for a few days.

Oriental Amber and Murong Xi were stunned at the moment when they turned their heads: a beautiful woman, her ink hair was obliquely half-pulled with fan-shaped hairpin, hanging on her thin back, with a black-bottomed robe with silver thread, embroidered with colored peony to better set off his weakness, and the black peony flower under the corner of her left eye bloomed with its fragrance...

"He is a man." How could Gong Yaocen not know the serious surprise of Amber and Murong Xi? He watched too much and could feel that he was treated as a woman with his eyes closed. Then he coldly punctured Han Zijin's unintentional and hurtful appearance.

"Uh...(⊙o⊙)..." Amber and Murong Xi were stiff all over. Amber means scratching their cheeks and looking at the beams. Murong Xi shook his fan to clear his throat and his face turned awkwardly red: this time he lost a lot...