When Huan Yu learned that he was actually assigned to be with Chu Ling, he ran to find Jun Wuhuan angrily. A quarter of an hour later, he returned home in vain, and there was a dark blue color on his handsome face. Chu Ling looked at him happily, "Why, you don't look down on me?"

Huan Yu pulled open the corners of his lips to laugh, but then quickly put it away the next moment, and his handsome face suddenly turned into bitter melon.

"How could that happen?" Huan Yu said with a slight smile.

Yun Yi looked at Huan Yu with great enthusiasm, "Brother Huan, what's wrong with your face?"

"..." What a broken child? Don't you know if you see through it or not?

In fact, Huan Yu blamed Yun Yi for wrongly, and he really didn't know that so he asked. The boy Yun Yi was a good and upright boy.

Looking at Chu Ling standing aside and smiling with a silence on the pillar, Huan Yu was so angry that he pulled Chu Ling and walked outside, completely ignoring Yun Yi's screams behind him.

"Young Master, Miss Ling and Young Master Huan Yu are gone." Wen Hu brought a bowl of medicine to Jun Wuhuan in the small building in the mansion, and reported at the same time.

Jun Wuhuan took the medicine bowl and looked down at the brown medicine soup. He was indescribable disgust in his eyes. But his hands did not pause or hesitate at all. He directly sent the medicine soup to his lips and raised his head and drank it. Wenhu, who was standing next to him, felt very uncomfortable in his eyes. Since he followed the young master, he has never seen the young master cut off the medicine, nor has anyone in this world enjoyed drinking medicine more than his young master. But at the same time, Wenhu also knew how disgusted the young master hates these medicines.

After drinking the medicine, Jun Wuhuan's face turned paler.

"The dosage of medicine the young master has used these days is a bit too high. Dr. Wen said..." Wen Hu couldn't help but say.

Jun Wuhuan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about this few days, Huan Yu hasn't made a fuss?"

"Young Master, don't worry, Mr. Huan Yu is not a person who doesn't know the importance of it. But is that Miss A Ling too young? Mr. Huan Yu takes her with her..."

Jun Wuhuan casually played with the jade pendant in his hand, and when he heard his words, he couldn't help but chuckled: "This girl Ling... Huan Yu is afraid that Huan Yu may not be her opponent."

Wenhu's somewhat vicious expression was full of disbelief on his face. Young Master Huan Yu's martial arts were only slightly inferior to Young Master. Miss Aling looked that she was not in good health just now. How could Young Master Huan Yu be his opponent?

Jun Wuhuan didn't care and said, "Please pay attention and don't really have anything happened. Tell Huan Yu that if things are not done, take Miss Ling first and don't take risks."

Wenhu responded, "Don't worry, my son, I've explained everything."

Chu Ling and Huan Yu walked on the streets of the small town. After Chu Ling's repeated requests, Mr. Huan Yu finally reluctantly changed into his sexy white clothes and put on a relatively low-key blue cloth. Mr. Huan Yu was very disgusted with this and wanted to pull the clothes on his body from time to time, as if this thing was defiling his noble jade body when worn on him.

Bang!

With a light sound, he patted his hand that was trying to pull his clothes again. Huan Yu glared at the little bean sprouts that were much shorter than him in front of him.

Chu Ling said: "You are trying to tell others that your Master Huan Yu is wearing other people's clothes and trying to make a mistake?"

At this time, Chu Ling was wearing a gray-blue dress with similar texture to Huan Yu, and her hair was combed into a girl's most popular small double-ring bun. It looked like Huan Yu was really a bit brother-sister. Huan Yu snorted lightly, looked up and down at Chu Ling, and asked in confusion: "What's the use of making that thing on your face?"

Although Chu Ling's makeup technique is far inferior to that of Qinghu, it is still okay to do a little modification. In the words of the great Qinghu God, this is the instinct of a woman. Can a woman who can't wear makeup be called a woman?

Chu Ling didn't change much, but her originally beautiful eyebrows were two-pointed, with some small spots on her face. A bright red tear mole was also pointed at the bottom of her left eye.

"Do you know that this thing is unlucky whether it is in Northern Jin or in Apocalypse?" Huan Yu looked at a delicate and pure little beauty with regret and turned into a... cute little girl next door. It's really a waste of resources.

Chu Ling calmly wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes and nodded, "I know, what I want is unlucky. Otherwise, why would I draw it? Let's go."

Huan Yu said angrily: "I am older than you, I should listen to my brother."

Chu Ling said: "Jun Wuhuan said to me."

Huan Yu was angry, "Who said that I must listen to Jun Wuhuan? Who is he? Do I need to listen to him?"

Chu Ling shrugged and smiled, "It doesn't matter, you can tell him yourself."

“…”

Huan Yu, who was defeated again, had to follow the little girl who was not as tall as her shoulders in depression.

In the most gorgeous mansion in the small town, Tuoba Yin was lying on the recliner in the yard and closed his eyes and resting. He leaned against him with a sword.

Tuoba Yin is the fourth prince of the Northern Jin Dynasty and a famous general of the Northern Jin Dynasty. However, in the Northern Jin Dynasty, who generally likes to use weapons such as swords, axes, hammers, and maces, Tuoba Yin, who only likes to use swords, is an anomaly. Although he wears a waist knife with him like all the people of the Northern Jin Dynasty, everyone knows that the Fourth Prince's waist knife is rarely unsheathed, and even on the battlefield, he is also an iron sword coming and going.

Although Tuoba Yin closed his eyes at this time, his expression on his face was still gloomy, giving people a feeling of storm. All the servants who served in the yard were frightened and even dared not take a breath. They were afraid that they would anger the master if they accidentally angered him.

In fact, since the fourth prince returned to Beijing last month, he found that the princess Tianqi was sent back to Huanyiyuan by the princess. When he looked for it, he found that the princess was dead. The fourth prince was in a good mood. Everyone around Tuoba Yin secretly wondered: I never saw how good the fourth prince was to treat that person in the past, why did he care about it when he died?

If not, even if a mere Princess Apocalypse really ran away, how could the fourth prince come to find him personally? He is not a prince, and the princess is less valuable in the Apocalypse than their Northern Jin Dynasty.

There was a noise outside the door, and Tuoba Yin slowly opened his eyes. His handsome and deep outlines, and there was no sleepiness in his cold and unruly eyes, as if a beast that could leapt up and tear the enemy apart at any time.

"What's up?"

A servant hurried in and reported, "Your Majesty, someone is here to report it, saying... the whereabouts of the Princess Apocalypse."

"Oh?" Tuoba Yin sat up suddenly with sharp eyes, "Let him come in."

"Yes." The attendant breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around to call someone. After a moment, a man with an apocalypse looked like a man walked in timidly behind the servant.

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