"Money is a good thing!" Han Mengxiao yawned and closed his eyes comfortably on the recliner: "If the prince is willing to give me your little treasury, I am willing to close the door for ten days and accompany you to visit the mountains.
water."
"How dare you think about it!" Zi Yihan stepped forward and got close to Han Mengxiao's face: "You can make so much money and you're not afraid of being starved to death!"
"You're not afraid, so what am I afraid of!" Warm breath blew on her face. Han Mengxiao moved the corners of her mouth unnaturally, and continued with her eyes closed: "My lord, you are the richest person in Zimo. I
My goal is to surpass you." Don't think she doesn't know that the large and small restaurants, brothels, pawn shops, banks, etc. all over the Zimo Dynasty and Xuan Kingdom are his properties.
I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know how much property he has. He used various shops as strongholds to collect information about Zimo and Xuan Kingdom, and used these strongholds to make money and stabilize the Zimo dynasty.
The huge blind spot can protect thousands of miles of rivers and mountains while talking and laughing.
While the black shop was expanding, Han Mengxiao also got to know Zi Yihan more or less, but the more she knew, the more terrifying she felt about this man. How could he be just a small mortal with such talent and a courage that surpassed that of a human emperor?
Prince?
Could it be that he is really the god in ancient legends who entered the mortal world? But if he is a god, why can't he become an immortal?
The mystery is getting deeper and deeper, the mystery is becoming more and more complicated, but it is also a mystery that more and more people want to find out.
Zi Yihan opened the way for the expansion of the black store and provided a protective umbrella. Han Mengxiao knew it, but he did not intend to thank him. He must have done it for a purpose, and Han Mengxiao didn't want to know about this purpose yet.
"What does the prince of Xuan Kingdom look like? Is he handsome?" Han Mengxiao opened his eyes and looked into Zi Yihan's bottomless eyes.
"Handsome!" Zi Yihan spit out one word simply. Han Mengxiao told him a long time ago that handsome means good-looking.
His nemesis was really a good-looking man. He suddenly laughed, quickly pressed a cool kiss on Han Mengxiao's forehead, then withdrew and sat on the chair next to Han Mengxiao: "However,
That man is not your type!"
Unexpectedly, he would suddenly make this move. Han Mengxiao glared at him, his face a little hot: "How did you know that he is not my type!"
Zi Yihan followed Han Mengxiao's example, lying back, closing his eyes, and said warmly: "He is my defeated general. You haven't even taken a liking to me yet, how can you take a liking to him?"
"Oh? That's not necessarily true!" Han Mengxiao said coolly.
This person really kept things under wraps. He just stole a piece of incense from her, and then immediately reminded her not to have any thoughts about him. She is a smart person, she understands! However, it is really not necessarily the case.
She may not necessarily fall in love with him, nor may she not fall in love with Prince Xuan.
Some words are said to prove that they have never had such thoughts, just like Zi Yihan does not want to have a deeper relationship with Han Mengxiao. But if you regret the words you say, it is difficult to take them back.
Just like Han Mengxiao, who started to regret signing a cooperation agreement with Zi Yihan.
Seven days later, a fiery red carpet was laid from the east gate of the palace to the entrance of the outer city wall. On both sides of the carpet, flowers bloomed and were crowded with people watching the excitement.