Hearing this, Ma Zicong's face became even more angry: "Now even a three-year-old child knows that you can't fill up the tea when you serve guests. You are also the first family of Guwu. Why don't you understand this rule?"
The girl in the white dress looked at him with disapproval and said, "Does it have anything to do with you? The tea was given to Mr. Lu, and Mr. Lu didn't even say anything. Why are you chattering here?"
The third-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.
Not to mention the personal maid who follows Dongfang Yanran, the eldest lady, all year round.
When she goes out, the heads of the Guwu family will treat her with great courtesy.
If it weren't for Dongfang Yanran's personal instructions, she wouldn't even look at someone like Ma Zicong.
"That's just because I, Brother Lu, have a lot of experience. I don't have the same experience as your young lady. Why are you, a maid, so pretentious here?"
Ma Zicong was not to be outdone. He had long disliked these big families. Today, he was sitting here with Lu Fan to vent his anger for what happened before.
"I see."
Lu Fan shook the tea in his hand, drank the water in the cup, and then handed the tea cup to the girl in the white dress: "Tell your lady, I accept her wishes, thank you."
"That's it?"
The girl in the white dress was obviously not satisfied with Lu Fan's answer.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Fan turned to look at her curiously: "Is there anything else?"
The girl in the white dress was stunned. She didn't know why, but when she looked at Lu Fan's clear eyes, she suddenly felt a very strange feeling.
It was like facing a great master... The sense of distance made her feel a little at a loss.
"If you have nothing to do, go back first, I still want to watch the game."
Lu Fan said lightly, then turned his head and set his eyes on the ancient martial arts arena again.
At this time, neither of the two fighting parties made any further moves.
Nangong Wuxiu was covered in blood and stood quietly, looking at Yao Ziyang curiously: "You are practicing ancient martial arts."
"The true energy takes shape, and the shadow of the knife can break mountains and rocks."
"Only the ancient martial arts recorded in ancient books can achieve this step."
"Where did your martial arts come from?"
Nangong Wuxiu was facing against Yao Ziyang's nineteen sword rays, and was hit by four of them. Although he looked in a mess, only Yao Ziyang knew that his aura was not disordered at all, but was more calm than before, and his whole body was exuding
An extremely strong breath of true energy... Yao Ziyang knew that Nangong Wuxiu was going to show his true strength.
Yao Ziyang did not speak. He held a knife in one hand and stood not far away with a cold look, looking at Nangong Wuxiu from afar.
"Die!"
"boom!"
The sword light skyrocketed again!
The sword energy in Yao Ziyang's hand was like a tide, boiling and changing in the air, and he slashed directly at Nangong Wuxiu!
"Is this all you know?"
Nangong Wuxiu's voice was like a devil: "It seems that you have not fully understood such heavenly martial arts. You should hide your capabilities and bide your time before going out to fight with others."