Mu Liang and Nalan Tianzuo were sitting face to face. Yelvsong felt that he was superfluous. However, seeing Mu Liang's cold and casual attitude toward Nalan Tianzuo, the little bully in Yelvsong's heart inevitably broke out. Only those recognized by Mu Liang were the right ones. Yes! What does Yelvsong have to feel inferior to?
"Mu Liang, what do you want to eat? I brought the money." After Yelvsong finished speaking, he took out his money bag and threw it on the table as if offering a treasure. He grinned and forgot that he was missing a front tooth Nalan. Tianzuo raised his head and saw the big gap between Yelvsong's front teeth. He frowned and his lips twitched slightly. He couldn't tell whether he wanted to laugh or taunt.
On the other hand, Qing'er, who was standing behind him, was more direct and smiled with her lips curled up.
Yelvsong didn't notice at all, Mu Liang raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said calmly, "It's better to keep the money for dental implants later."
"Oh" Yelvsong curled his lips in displeasure and put away the money.
Nalan Tianzuo personally poured a cup of hot tea for Mu Liang, Longjing before the rain. What he drank was a clear and thorough drink, with a sweet taste and a quiet aftertaste.
Mu Liang didn't take a sip, but pushed the cup to Yelvsong, "After you drink and wait for a while to get your teeth, you can't drink hot food for three days, you can only eat warm liquids."
Faced with Mu Liang's caring attitude, Yelvsong was startled at first, then glared provocatively at Nalan Tianzuo opposite him, lowered his head and started drinking.
The expression on Nalan Tianzuo's face did not change, and he poured Mu Liang another glass calmly. His breath was peaceful and his expression was calm. He was worthy of being the sinister nine-tailed fox in the court.
"Fourth sister, I ordered the signature dish here, but I don't know if it suits your taste." After Nalan Tianzuo finished speaking, the door of the private room was gently opened, and a group of elegant and beautiful girls filed in, holding in their hands Dragging a beautiful tray, there are delicious dishes with all colors and aromas.
There are a total of twelve dishes, and every dish when placed on the table can be said to be an exquisite work of art, no less luxurious than a Manchu-Han banquet.
For a while, the aroma overflowed, making people's fingers twitch.
Mu Liang ate very quickly, but he was not rude or ugly at all. Instead, he showed an admirable free and easy attitude. Yelu Song looked at it with his mouth agape. This was the first time he saw a lady eating like this, without raising his head or opening his eyes. Yes, I don’t care what others think, I just want to fill my stomach and yet I eat so deliciously!
Who said that only those who eat with their mouths closed and covered by their sleeves are beautiful? Look at the beautiful lady behind the curtain, her eating posture is equally fascinating.
The table was full of dishes, and only one person was using his chopsticks. Yelvsong cupped his cheeks and looked at her beautifully. Nalantian was sipping the fragrant tea, but his eyes became darker and darker.
In the restaurant on the second floor across the street, Mingyue was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but Yelu Zongxiao still looked calmly at Nalan Muliang opposite.
"Your Highness, we can't waste any more time! It's not that Mingyue looks down on Fourth Miss Nalan, but... you really can't ignore the emperor's decree just to take one more look at Fourth Miss Nalan! Besides, the Emperor has always been... Treat Princess Yufu as your..."
"Mingyue! You talk too much!"
Yelu Zongxiao spoke in a deep voice, and the next moment, the folding fan in his hand opened with a swipe, and the silver needle in the fan flew out in an instant, locking Mingyue's throat fiercely!
"Ouch!" Mingyue covered her neck and fell to the ground, her eyes widened, and severe pain shot through her body.
"Your Highness...Mingyue...Mingyue will advise His Highness even if she dies. Nalan...the fourth lady is not suitable for Your Highness at all...she is poison...she kills without blood...a hidden weapon! She is a witch!!"
"roll!"
With a bang, Mingyue's body was kicked away by Yelu Zongxiao, and his body drew an exaggerated arc. Finally, he hit the opposite wall and slid weakly to the ground. The silver needle was basically stuck on the surface of his skin.
Huizi penetrated deeply into his throat!
Mingyue will never be able to speak a word again in this life!
Yelu Zongxiao's ruthlessness lies in the fact that if he wants to destroy someone, he will never show it in advance. The closer he is to the people around him, the more merciless he will be!
Mingyue followed him for eight years, but if he wanted to take action, there would be no difference between eight years and eight days.
Mingyue was lying on the ground, unable to speak, coughing up blood in pain, but her eyes were red! He was not willing to give in! He would never give in! Nalan Muliang was not worthy of such a noble and unparalleled status as the Third Highness! Only Yu
Princess Fu is worthy of standing beside His Highness the Third Prince!
Yelv Zongxiao knew that Mingyue was still dissatisfied, but his eyes never moved away from Mu Liang opposite him. The words he spoke were directed at Mingyue, who was half-dead on the ground. Only that voice conveyed a cold and ruthless threat!
"She was originally my Highness's. It is only natural that His Highness wants her... She is not something that I can afford now, but so what if I can't afford it? For her, I will marry another woman even if I don't marry her."
Yes, even if I share the mountains and rivers of Northern Liao with her, that's fine! But her heart... I can't guess...
But even if I can't figure it out, it's not your turn to remind His Highness that there is another Yu Fu! From now on, you Mingyue will be an example! If anyone dares to tell Nalan Mu Lianghe again in front of His Highness,
Compared with Yu Fu, his fate will only be more miserable than Mingyue!"
After Yelu Zongxiao finished speaking, the twelve black shadows hidden outside the door suddenly came out and knelt down to see Yelu Zongxiao.
Ming Yue, who was lying on the ground, opened her eyes wide and looked at the twelve elusive figures wearing dark green night clothes with disbelief. There was a special brocade box on her waist. The box contained the legendary killer with only Phantom Wuhen.
The weapon box that only the Ming Yue has! The martial arts of these twelve people are obviously superior to Mingyue. When did they come? Mingyue didn't notice it, but these twelve people actually obeyed the orders of His Highness the Third Highness?
Could it be that the killer of Phantom Wuhen has always been raised by His Highness?
Thinking of this, a desolate look surged in Mingyue's eyes! It turns out...it turns out that's it! He is really just a slave, and he can't understand his master's thoughts at all!
Yelv Zongxiao waved his hand, and the twelve killers disappeared as quickly as they came, leaving not even a trace of strange smell in the room!
When Yelu Zongxiao turned around again and looked at the opposite side, he suddenly found that in the opposite room, there were only Yelvsong sitting stupidly and Qing'er with an indifferent expression who were sitting there just now; Mu Liang and Na were sitting there just now.