The alluring female Zhuge: forced to be a concubine

Chapter 442

"My lord..." Mo Xiaobei hesitated to speak, but seeing that Zhuo Zhifu had no intention of leaving, she could only stare at Xuan Luo, and then stood beside Zhuo Zhifu and waited.

Being hated by Mo Xiaobei so much, Xuan Luo could only touch his nose, sighing secretly, could it be that he was not attractive enough?If not, why Mo Xiaobei treated him coldly.

"Master Xuan..."

"This is not a place for conversation. If you don't mind, young master, would you like to talk in detail at the Ruyi Building?" Xuan Luo glanced around and felt that it might be inappropriate to stay here.

He didn't mind before, but now that there is an extra man, it's hard to guarantee that things won't get worse.

"It's really not suitable for the next topic, please!"

In the elegant room on the second floor of Ruyi Building——

"My lord Xuan, I wonder if my lord knows the whereabouts of the Tenth Prince?" Zhuo Zhifu asked straight to the point after the waiter brought the tea and made sure that no one was around.

"Tenth Prince?" Xuan Luo looked at Zhuo Zhifu in surprise, and then asked, "I don't know what your name is?"

"Zhuo Fu, from the Nine Spirits Dynasty." Zhuo Zhifu said.

After hesitating for a moment, Xuan Luo asked, "Master Zhuo and the Tenth Prince are old friends?"

"I don't dare to be an old friend, but I have met several times in Kyoto. This time I came to Diabomb just because I have something to do, and I hope to talk to the Tenth Prince in detail. Unfortunately, there was an accident during the visit today, and there is no I haven't seen the Tenth Prince." Zhuo Zhifu explained lightly.

"I see. In fact, the Tenth Prince is in this teahouse at the moment. To tell you the truth, I had a bet with the Tenth Prince before." Xuan Luo said so far, his eyes drifted slightly to Mo Xiao who was drinking tea with his head bowed. Bei, the meaning in the eyes is obvious.

"My lord Xuan, although you are the prime minister of a country, there are some jokes that you can't mess with, especially for a woman." Zhuo Zhifu slightly suppressed the faint smile on her face, and she had already looked at his Mo Xiaobei. As a tool for betting, there is little anger.

"I'm sorry, there won't be a next time. What's more, some people will only find out how special she is after meeting them." When Xuan Luo said this, there was a slight smile in his eyes, and the object he was looking at was still Mo Xiaobei.

(End of this chapter)