The Empress of Men's Clothes in Huanyun Pavilion

The little guy behind him seemed to have thought of something, ran to Fan Tongjian's side, leaned into his ear and said something, Fan Tongjian's expression changed from panic to complacency following what the little guy said, She also glanced playfully at Bei Liji Ye, watching Ran Yunya and the others puzzled.

But seeing the young man retreating back again, Fan Tongjian looked at Ran Yunya charmingly, and said with a smile, "I said, little princess, so you prefer a man with a heart, and this boy is so famous in Beili Kingdom Master Ye, that playboy."

Ran Yunya blushed immediately when she heard that, although she loved Young Master Ye, she never said it out loud, so she couldn't help but feel embarrassed, she glanced shyly at Bei Liji Ye, but saw his face He just smiled slightly, without any other expressions, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking at all.

"Hmph, you don't care who I like, Mr. Ye is a million times better than you." Ran Yunya roared angrily.

"Cut, it's not a wild child picked up by Beishang Palace, and it's just because of the owner of Beishang Palace that he has some power in the Jianghu. Hmph, he's not a wild boy that his parents don't want." Fan Tongjian sneered. He said that when his subordinates told him just now that the stunning young man was the Lord Ye from Beili Kingdom, he was a little frightened, after all, he was the godson of the lord of Beishang Palace.But it was also heard that Young Master Ye was brought back to Beishang Palace by Luan Wenhao. No one in the world knew his life experience, they only said that he was an orphan, which caused Fan Tongjian to ridicule and ridicule him.

Guan Yuexiuhua at the side naturally knows her young master's life experience, and naturally knows how much he attaches to his mother. Now that someone says that her mother has abandoned him cruelly, the young master must be very angry, and looks worriedly at Bei Li Moxibustion night.

Even Ran Haoyu on the side looked suspiciously at Bei Lijiye. He had asked someone to check the information about Mr. Ye, but he couldn't find out his background. Could it be that he was really an orphan?

Dongfang Chenxue was also looking at Bei Li Moye with worry in his eyes at this time. He knew that Bei Li Mo Ye grew up in Beishang Palace since he was a child, and he had never heard him mention his family or anything since he was a child. I can't help but feel pity for Beili Moxibustion Night.

At this moment, although Bei Li Moxie Ye still had a slight smile on his face, his eyes were icy cold. The coldness in his eyes was enough to freeze everything. Fan Tongjian couldn't help thinking of running away, but he desperately held on.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and Fan Tongjian suddenly felt his face was very itchy. He scratched it with his hands, but it was still useless. Young master scratch it, my young master's face is so itchy, ah..."

Fan Tongjian kept scratching his face until it started to bleed to no avail, it was still extremely itchy.

Dongfang Chenxue and Guanyuexiuhua at the side caught a glimpse of the remaining powder in Bei Lijiye's hanging palm, and smiled unconsciously.

And Ran Haoyu also looked at Bei Li Mo Ye with an inscrutable face, but saw Bei Li Mo Ye turned around and left, so a group of people left, leaving only Fan Tongjian and his group of young people still there He kept scratching his face.

In the evening, in the room of Beili Moxibustion Night. . . . . .

"Guan Yue, go and tell the silver medalists to give me a good lesson on Fan Tongjian, but don't kill him yet, hmph, now at the martial arts conference, I'll let him go for now." said, but there was a cold light in his eyes.Dare to insult her beautiful mother, hmph, she will "greet" him well.

"Yes" said Guan Yue respectfully, then turned and walked out of the room.

In the early morning of the next day, rumors began to spread that the third young master of Juxian Villa had been severely beaten, his clothes were taken off and hung at the door of the brothel, and he was stabbed in blood with the words "rice bucket cheap" . . . . . .