Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 100
But if he didn't take a bath, he wouldn't be able to enter the Xuechen Building, let alone talking to Yutang.

Xiao Qingyu also thought of this point before he brought Yutang into the Xuechen Building: "Xiao Qingyu, don't think that I can't do anything with you if you enter the Xuechen Building, believe it or not, I will break in and take your Xuechen The building is demolished!"

"You can try to see if you can break in." Xiao Qingyu glanced at him, holding the teacup beside him like a jade finger, sipping the tea lightly and gracefully, his leisurely appearance seemed to be deliberate provocation no matter how you looked at it.

An Mofeng's jade-like eyes showed a trace of sullenness: "Try it!"

With a movement of his body, like a light leaf, he reached the second floor in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the moment he touched the window on the second floor, a snow-clothed guard appeared on the left and right sides, holding a sharp long sword in his hand, and stabbed at him fiercely.

An Mofeng's eyebrows were raised. The two snow-clothed guards also wanted to block his way. The fingers under the sleeves changed rapidly, and fierce winds flew out from the sleeves, sweeping towards the snow-clothed guards mercilessly. .

The Xueyiwei was defeated and the long sword was knocked to the ground. Before An Mofeng had time to charge away from them, he broke into the Xuechen Building. Eight Xueyiwei appeared out of nowhere and lined up in front of him, breathing like one body. The long sword swung, the cold light was shining, the wind was blowing, the leaves were falling, the grass was falling all over the sky, the fierce momentum, and the cold murderous intent were by no means comparable to the two snow-clothed guards.

"Xiao Qingyu, you actually asked them to use back-killing formations to deal with me, to bully the few with more, and win without force!" An Mofeng stood in the middle, dealing with the eight long swords attacking from all directions with his bare hands, quickly letting him People are dazzled.

The fierce sword moves of the snow-clothed guards carried murderous intent, and they couldn't hurt An Mofeng for a while. After a long time, his internal energy was consumed too much, and the snow-clothed guards would take advantage of it.

Xiao Qingyu glanced at the fierce battle circle. The snow-clothed guards looked calm and coordinated with each move very tacitly. An Mofeng swayed his sleeves and robes, and his clothes fluttered. But he didn't lose much: "This son only looks at the result, not the process!"

"Xiao Qingyu." An Mofeng's gritted teeth pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky.

He fought against the Snow Clothes Guards more than once, and he had already experienced the strength of the eight-person back-to-kill formation. Once he fought with them, he would not be able to tell the winner within an hour or two.

Xue Yiwei's martial arts are extremely high, it is rare to meet an opponent in the capital, and he hasn't shown the back-killing formation for a long time. He forced his way into the Xuechen Building, and just happened to practice the back-killing formation for eight people. Xiao Qingyu was happy to see his success and would never stop him.

He didn't want him to enter the Xuechen Building to meet Yutang, even if he could defeat the eight snow-clothed guards, he would still have eight of them, and the eight would call out batch after batch, so he was not interested in being a target for the snow-clothed guards .

With a sweep, the light purple figure drew a beautiful arc in the air like a frightened bird, and in an instant passed the surrounding of the snow-clothed guards, and floated more than ten meters away. The breeze brought his sullen voice: "Xiao Qingyu, Next time we fight alone, this son will definitely beat you to pieces!"

"As long as you can break into the Xuechen Tower, I will be waiting for you at any time!" Xiao Qingyu put down the fine porcelain teacup, and looked indifferently in the direction where he disappeared, his deep eyes were calm and unwavering.

"An Mofeng isn't injured!" Mu Yutang also looked at the direction An Mofeng left, a trace of worry seemed to flash in her cold pupils.

Xiao Qingyu looked distraught: "Don't worry, Xue Yiwei has a sense of proportion!" His deep eyes unexpectedly saw the garland on Mu Yutang's hair. The red flowers and green leaves are matched together, and the color is extremely bright, but this garland There are many green leaves, few red flowers, very clean and elegant, with Mu Yutang's black hair and sky blue dress, like an elf who strayed into the world.

"The garland is too vulgar, don't wear it!" Taking off the garland on her hair, he clenched it tightly with his jade fingers, the beautiful garland shattered into pieces, his sleeves fluttered lightly, red flowers and green leaves jumped out of the window , Pieces fluttering, rustling down.

Looking at the wreath that had been broken into pieces, Mu Yutang curled her lips. She hadn't taken off the wreath on her hair to look at it, but she looked carefully at the wreath that An Mofeng put on Benben's neck. There were very few red flowers, and the green leaves dominated , Very beautiful garland, how can it be vulgar?

The garland fragments were scattered all over the ground, Xiao Qingyu turned to look at Mu Yutang: "An Mofeng is a dandy and unrestrained, you should pay less attention to him from now on!"

Those who can teach in Mengyao Academy are not ordinary people. An Mofeng is qualified for the post of vice president, which shows that he has extraordinary abilities, and he is not a fool?Uninhibited?Who are you kidding?If he was so ineffective, how could Xiao Qingyu let him be the vice president.

Isn't Xiao Shizi of Qinglong Kingdom always upright?How could he blacken An Mofeng regardless of his image?Because of the conflict just now?Xiao Qingyu is not such a stingy person!

Looking at Xiao Qingyu's cold face, Mu Yutang's defense for An Mofeng came to her lips but she didn't say it, she nodded slightly: "I know!"

Looking at her indifferent gaze, obviously not paying attention to An Mofeng, Xiao Qingyu's complexion eased a lot, he picked up a white chess piece and rubbed it between his fingers: "Tomorrow the palace will hold a cleansing banquet, go back tonight and have a good rest... "

Mu Yutang frowned: "The cleansing banquet? Whose cleansing banquet?" She was preoccupied with a dream for thousands of years, and didn't pay much attention to the state affairs of Qinglong Kingdom.

"Third Prince Xiao Tianling." Xiao Qingyu's obsidian-like pupils were as deep as a deep pool: "He is both civil and military, and he is very good at the art of war. After half a year at the border, the Xuanwu Kingdom was defeated steadily. The emperor of the Xuanwu Kingdom paid tribute to the Qinglong Kingdom in order to show his favor. Lots of treasures."

The treasure of the town is the symbol of the country. The Xuanwu Kingdom sent the Dragon Ball to the Qinglong Kingdom because it sincerely wanted to live in peace with the Qinglong Kingdom and did not want to fight any more.

Xiao Tianzhang is the third prince of the Qinglong Kingdom. His return from victory is grand and grand. The handsome, young and promising prince is likely to become the Ninth Five-Year Prince in the future. The noble daughters all dress up charmingly and enter the palace gracefully. Participate in the banquet.

Mu Yutang is the daughter of Duke Mu's family. She was included in the banquet. As Xiao Qingyu's disciple, she is a well-known figure in the capital. Mu Zhen and Chen Jing couldn't think of a suitable reason to prevent her from entering the palace, so, Early in the morning, under the urging of the maids, she dressed properly, followed Mu Yunjia, Mu Ziyan, and Mu Ziling into the palace in a carriage.

This is the second time for Mu Yutang to attend a banquet in the palace, and she is relatively familiar with the environment in the palace. Among the daughters who come and go, there are both new and familiar faces.

The original host is introverted and doesn't like talking. She comes from a thousand years later, and she doesn't have much in common with those famous daughters who talk about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, clothes and jewelry. Mu Yunjia, Mu Ziyan, and Mu Ziling are all familiar with her. People chatted happily, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time.

She was sitting alone, with her cool and beautiful eyes looking up at the sky through the wide-open door of the banquet hall, thinking about the modern technology of the 21st century.

Suddenly, a small figure came into view. The big red skirt was cut to fit, covering her small body completely. Her jet-black hair protruded from the top of her head, surrounded by a string of crystal pearls, covering her head. The child Yuxue is cute, with small lips, cherry red, as beautiful as flower petals.

(End of this chapter)