Bo Yizhi looked at the woman in front of him calmly, with her eyebrows so beautiful that she continued to smile and said, "The young master loves to play slingshots very much. There is a subordinate who is very good at this. He specially invited the young master to play with her!"

When Mrs. Wang heard this, she couldn't help but exert force on her hand. The sandalwood Buddhist beads suddenly broke. Her face turned pale and she stared at Bo Yizhi, allowing the beads to walk around the stone slab.

"What do you mean?" Her voice was slightly agitated, her teeth were tightly clasped, and she finally spit out these words from her mouth.

Bo Yizhi still smiled calmly, raised his hand and bowed, "I just want to see Lord Wang!"

"Xiao Yi, go and invite me!" Qin's eyes were red, and he shouted to the servant who was careful to guard the door.

Originally, the family man was depressed by the imperial court these days, and the whole family was covered with dark clouds, so be careful.

She also knew that some people kept asking for a family member in the past few days but were repeatedly rejected. The elder was not involved in her, but her son is now in the hands of others. How could she pretend to be indifferent?

"Have you ever seen my uncle, you will return my Lin'er?" Mrs. Wang's eyes were filled with vicious resentment and worry, and she asked in a deep voice.

"Yi just asked the young master to play for one night and will naturally be sent back to the house intact tomorrow morning!"

Bo Yizhi stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes calmly under the spring lantern. He didn't care about the hatred of the woman in front of him who was about to come up and scratch his face, blind him, and eat his flesh raw.

The spring rain fell behind him, drizzling on the broad green bamboo hat that day, and the sandy movements ruthlessly hurt the sensitive eardrums of the two women.

Let’s look at the thin but strong escort next to the uninvited guest. They could only clench their fists tightly and dare not dream of hitting the stone with eggs.

After a moment, a middle-aged man in a silver-gray dress ran out of the mansion. He walked quickly and shouted loudly: "Who is it? Who dares to be so bold?"

Bo Yizhi looked at the visitor with a leisurely expression and bowed to the visitor, saying, "I sent two visits a few days ago to ask for a meeting with Lord Wang. It seems that I finally got what I wish today!"

Wang Yinglin was still angry, and when he heard this, he stopped and looked at him in shock.

"you--"

His face was in a panic in an instant, and fear in his eyes rushed out. He clenched his fist tightly, silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "If you have something to do, we will talk about it in the mansion!"

Bo Yizhi raised his face and smiled like he was about to be beaten: "It's not a great honor!" As he said that, he looked back and striding across the Wang family's gate with a stance that day.

Looking at the man's back as a matter of course, Wang Yinglin looked at each other with the women, sighed hatefully, but he still looked around vigilantly before ordering to close the door.

In the dim alley outside the gate of the royal palace, a dark-clothed shadow stood quietly, staring coldly at the locked door with all the voices. The rain brushed the man's deep figure, like a stone or sequel.

That room.

Zhao Chonghuan sat on the wooden chair that seemed simple but hidden in Yanguilou, with a cold look in her eyes, and in front of her was Lian Shanfu with a helpless and laughing face.

"My father, I really don't know where the little kid you are talking about is!" Lian Shanfu said gently.

He then pointed to the Rabbit Hair Station on the tea table, "This tea is good, it will be bad if it is cold! You can try it! Although I can't compare to the evaluation level of the elegant scholars in the Yulou, I can still understand the deliciousness!"

Zhao Chonghuan looked at Lian Shanfu's smiling face quietly and said calmly: "Thank you!"

In theory, this is the first time Lian Shanfu has been with Zhao Chonghuan face to face.

Last time, he disguised himself as a serious injury and died, and he could only live without moving. However, thanks to the young man in front of him who drew his sword to help, otherwise his life would have been defeated by Chagan's traitor.

But he thought that although Zhao Chonghuan had an ugly face, he was at least amiable. But today he broke in directly, his eyes full of viciousness, and Bagen had no chance or ability to stop him!
Chapter completed!