Wu Po Jiuxiao

Different from Lian'er's eyes, Yue Mingzhu could see at a glance the kind of light that was full of friendship and charming eyes that Xue Yu brought when he looked at Ye Fantian.

Although Blood Rain is not optimistic about this chattering guy, but women, no matter what age they are, they like to be praised by others, especially Yue Mingzhu's praise will entangle herself with Ye Fantian Together, this made her heart burst with joy.

There was a little less chill in the eyes looking at Yue Mingzhu, and a little more warmth.

The car was of the highest quality, and the horse was of purebred blood, so when walking, the speed was very fast, but there was no fixed-point bump at all.

It was only time for a cup of tea, Ye Fantian felt a slight pause in the car, the next moment Yue Mingzhu stood up first, opened the door curtain respectfully to Ye Fantian and said:

"Master Ye Wang, we have arrived at the mansion of the First Prince."

"Hahaha... Just now I heard the birds chirping constantly outside, so Xiaohuang couldn't help but go out to watch, it really is a distinguished guest..."

A burst of hearty laughter came out slowly, and the next moment Ye Fantian stepped out of the car, and a young man in a golden python robe was walking towards him, and several people behind him looked respectfully. stand there.

Obviously his staff or subordinates...

Ye Fantian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the young man who was jogging in front of him, he couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart, the people of the royal family were really extraordinary.

The nine sons of Longsheng each have their own preferences, and they are different from the viciousness and evilness of the nine princes, Ba Wushuang. This first prince is like a spring breeze, which makes people feel warm in front of their eyes.

There was sincerity in that warm smile, and he saluted Ye Fantian without any pretentiousness and said:

"Ye Wang... I have heard about your reputation for a long time, and it is rare to see you today!"

Although Ye Fantian is not as noble as his blood, but Ye Fantian is a Martial King-level Martial Arts Cultivator, in fact, he is much more noble than a little prince like him.

Therefore, it is not a disrespect to receive his worship.

"The eldest prince is very polite."

Ye Fantian smiled faintly.

Such a warm look is like an ordinary person, without the slightest falsehood. This kind of first impression that makes people feel quite good at a glance makes Ye Fantian lament the power of the other party's charm.

But Ye Fantian didn't have any other ideas because of this, living in the emperor's house, although Ye Fantian had never experienced it, but in the memory of his previous life and the inheritance of Motian, he has many examples to prove, Among the princes and grandchildren of the royal family, the struggle for hegemony and throne cannot be seen on the surface.

Especially the eldest prince in front of him, although the smile was not false, Ye Fantian didn't believe it was a real smile at all.

It can only be said that the other party's acting skills are too strong.

But most of the viciousness in the battle of the royal family appeared in the dark.

"Ye Wang is too polite, calling Xiaohuang Baxiao is..."