Xianjun is too bad: please get on the pirate ship

She herself grabbed a grape from Zi Yihan's plate, threw it into her mouth without peeling the skin, and said vaguely while eating: "And what an unfair thing this is, those of yours! The mortal brother is struggling to the point of death, and your half-god, half-mortal brother is watching right here, dominating everything, watching them dream, but has already announced the end of their dream."

Zi Yihan paused when he was peeling the grapes, looked at Han Mengxiao, and said indifferently: "You enjoy eating these unpeeled grapes, why do you want me to peel them for you? You said they were peeled grapes Good or unpeeled grapes?"

Han Mengxiao pouted: "Han, I'm talking about mortals and gods, why are you talking about peeling grapes or not."

Zi Yihan smiled: "Is there any difference? There are thousands of reasons for thousands of things in this world, and thousands of reasons need to find the conditions for thousands of things to be true. Thousands of things have been achieved under the same conditions, such an expansion, such a cycle, what's the difference?"

Han Mengxiao shook her head, speechless, said: "What are you talking about, thousands of thousands, thousands of thousands of my heads have been dazzled by you, let's not talk about this matter." She gestured Lie down, but stopped again: "Han, but Yiran, it won't be a disadvantage, I look at Zi Yijun, he really is not a thing."

"This matter," Zi Yihan said with a smile on his face, "I think Yiran has matured a lot." He looked in the mirror and saw the purple grass next to Zi Yiran, and he had other thoughts in his heart .

This kid has grown up and knows how to protect women. That purple spirit fox is not bad.He sneaked a glance at Han Mengxiao, and after a few days, when Xuanyuan Ye came back, he would ask Xuanyuan Ye how such a beautiful woman could be just the maidservant of the princess of the Purple Fox Clan, and he intended to marry Zicao and Zi Yiran.Of course, part of the reason was that he didn't like seeing Zi Yiran dangling in front of Han Mengxiao every day.

Seeing that Zi Yihan suddenly became quiet, Han Mengxiao asked coolly, "Han, who are you plotting against?"

Zi Yihan leaned over and bit Han Mengxiao's face: "Dream, where is it, there is no." If you don't admit it, you'll be stupid to the end.

"You still said no, look at your eyes," Han Mengxiao shouted: "Every time you want to plot against others, you will squint your eyes and cover up your bad intentions with a cold face. I know."

"Yes, yes, you know, you all know," Zi Yihan smiled maliciously: "Then do you know what I want to do now?"

Han Mengxiao was about to speak when the butler knocked on the door outside: "My lord, we have guests."

It turned out to be an envoy from Xuan Kingdom, a tall, thin man with an ordinary face, standing at the door of the reception hall of King Han's Mansion, blocking half of the room's light.

On this scorching hot day, he was wearing a jacket. When he saw Zi Yihan, he was neither humble nor overbearing: "My lord Han, the crown prince has been in Zimo for many days, and His Majesty the Emperor sent me to ask about the date of return."

"Please sit down," Zi Yihan sized up the man for about ten seconds, invited him, and ordered his servants to serve tea.

The man was not polite, he sat down generously, drank the fragrant tea, and then brought up the topic again: "Then where is His Royal Highness now?"

"No rush, no rush." ​​Zi Yihan drank his tea slowly, put down the tea bowl, and asked, "What's your name?"