Feng Qinghua fell limply into Zhan Beixiao's arms. Zhan Beixiao's eyes became brighter and brighter. He put her hands behind his waist and held her down. There was no gap between the two of them.

Feng Qinghua's hands felt the leanness and strength of the man's back and the silky smoothness of the material of the robe. Her fingertips moved slightly, and a sharp point flashed across and landed on the man's lower back.

An itch shot up from bottom to top, and Zhan Beixiao's shoulders stiffened. Feng Qinghua took the opportunity to break away from him, knocking over the tea cup on the table. Brown juice flowed along the table, white.

The carpet was stained.

Feng Qinghua subconsciously raised her head and stared at Zhan Beixiao, with a look of caution in her eyes.

Because the woman was dressed in men's clothing, her hair was tied like a man's, and her figure was completely covered by a loose black robe. But what Zhan Beixiao was thinking about at the moment was her exquisiteness when the two of them were touching each other just now.

When he saw her skin color was like blood, her eyelashes were slightly trembling, her eyes were staring at him, and her expression was stubborn, Zhan Beixiao's heart was beating uncontrollably.

Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you always been fearless? Why do you look so fearful now?"

"I just think it's a little strange that you are acting like this now. Have you been replaced by someone?"

"Swap the package?" Zhan Beixiao frowned.

Feng Qinghua nodded: "You are cold and abstinent, and you have a poisonous tongue, but you are still so arrogant."

"Ha" Zhan Beixiao chuckled: "So, you like this tune."

Feng Qinghua rolled her eyes: "No, I just ask you not to touch me anymore, hold on to your coldness and thank you."

Zhan Beixiao didn't comment, but stared at her with eyes that gradually deepened.

Feng Qinghua couldn't stand such an atmosphere, so she turned her head and looked around: "Is this your place?"

Zhan Beixiao tilted his body, leaned on the back of the chair, and said calmly: "That's right."

"So Xueyinglou is your subordinate?"

"Would the answer affect your consideration?"

Feng Qinghua really didn't expect that this person could turn any topic to this matter, and said speechlessly: "You still have something to do, if you don't, I'm going to go down."

"Where to go?"

"I heard that Qibao Zhai is having an auction here today, go and have a look." Feng Qinghua said bluntly.

When Zhan Beixiao heard this, his wheelchair slid and walked out.

After walking a few steps, he paused and turned his head to look at her: "What are you doing standing there, why are you still not leaving?"

Feng Qinghua didn't move, not understanding what medicine Zhan Beixiao suddenly sold in the gourd.

Zhan Beixiao said: "But come here, do you plan on me inviting you?"

Feng Qinghua thought that his request must not be a good word, so she muttered something and walked slowly to Zhan Beixiao's side.

Without noticing what Zhan Beixiao did, he saw the floor they were standing on slowly sinking. Feng Qinghua almost lost her balance and subconsciously reached out to support the wheelchair. A big hand had already grasped her hand.

It was dark all around and the ground was still moving downwards. Only then did Feng Qinghua remember that this was a modern elevator just like the high tower in Zhan Beixiao's palace.

When they were almost on the fifth floor, there was a light in front of them. When they went out, they saw a long corridor.

There are paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, all of them are treasures, and it seems that they are not hung temporarily.

After walking to a door, Feng Qinghua signaled Zhan Beixiao to open the door and enter.

The moment the door opened, countless pairs of eyes came over and fell on the two of them.

Everyone present was either a wealthy person in the capital or a member of the imperial court. With Zhan Beixiao's iconic accessories, a wheelchair and a mask, no one would fail to recognize him.

It was rumored that the Seventh Prince, who had never left the house since he injured himself, suddenly appeared and was holding a man's hand. These people all thought they had seen it wrong and rubbed their eyes, but this was still the scene in front of them.

According to rumors, the Seventh Prince does not approach women or strangers. It turns out that he likes men.

Everyone was shocked. They all looked at their noses and hearts, not daring to say anything. They all stood up and saluted the Seventh Prince.

Many people present knew that the master behind the Zhuiyun Tower was the Seventh Prince, so it was not surprising that he would appear here.

After all, except for the favorite son of the current emperor, who would dare to build such a palace-like restaurant in the imperial capital.

Zhan Beixiao didn't say anything, just looked at him, and his condescending aura swept across the entire hall. Everyone present felt the coldness and immediately trembled.

The wheelchair slid and entered the front of the hall, and these people dared to get up.

There were also a few more whispers around.

"Do you know who the person beside the prince is?"

"I don't know, but the skin looks pretty white and the figure is relatively slender, could it be"

Although these words were not spoken directly, there was no one present who was not the ultimate Fengyue, who knew the whole thing at a glance, and everyone knew it.

The Seventh Prince has been in the army all year round and has no women to serve him, so it seems understandable that he would like men. In addition, now that he is disabled and has a moody temper, it is normal for his taste to be different from ordinary people.

All the guests who were originally concerned about the items being auctioned by Qibao Zhai were distracted.

The protagonist at this moment did not know that their random action had caused a tsunami.

This hall is nearly two hundred square meters. There are tables and chairs in the hall. Tea and snacks are all available. Every row of tables and chairs is decorated with silk and satin.

There is a large tabletop in the middle, and the people on it are arranging the next lot at the moment.

Feng Qinghua scanned the people on the field and noticed that Nie Guangyuan was not far away, looking in her direction at the moment.

"I'll go over there for a moment." Feng Qinghua said and walked over without waiting for Zhan Beixiao's reaction.

"senior."

"Master Marquis, has the auction of the weapons at Shenbing Villa started?"

Nie Guangyuan shook his head: "Not yet, that item will be the finale. We are currently taking photos of the six items, and there is about half an hour left."

Feng Qinghua nodded to express her understanding. Just as she was about to leave, she saw Nie Guangyuan looking at her with a strange look. She couldn't help but ask, "Do you have something to say to me?"

Nie Guangyuan shook his head: "It's okay, but you and the prince should be more careful when going out to avoid misunderstanding."

Nie Guangyuan's words were euphemistic. Feng Qinghua was confused. Seeing the strange expression on Nie Guangyuan's face, she frowned and said, "Misunderstanding, what misunderstanding?"

"Senior, don't be angry. I don't mean anything else, and I'm not discriminating. I just want people to see you talking nonsense. It will not be good for you and the prince's reputation. After all, in Tianling, good masculinity cannot be regarded as orthodox.

There was a lot of criticism.”

When Feng Qinghua heard the words "good manly style", her head felt like a thunder was struck. She looked at herself, then at Zhan Beixiao who was not far away, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
Chapter completed!