A Layman in the Qin Dynasty

"But according to Han Fei, the results of the interrogation are very good, and there will be results tomorrow."

Zi Nu looked at Wei Zhuang's depressed expression, a smile flashed in her beautiful eyes, her lips moved slightly, and she said softly.

"Result? Even if there is a result, as long as someone looks at it, the result can become the result the other party wants~"

Wei Zhuang's voice was cold and magnetic, and he said 0

The woman looked at Wei Zhuang and couldn't help but say.

"He may not understand what the country has become, let alone the rules of the game.

Wei Zhuang said slowly, his expression became more and more stern, Yujia stood upright with a sharp sword out of his body.

"Then do you want to…A

Zi Nuguoyan immediately frowned and asked.

However, before his words were finished, Wei Zhuang said calmly, "I'm going to Shijuetang tonight to collect the tribute money."

After speaking, Wei Zhuang disappeared.

Yingnu looked at the slightly swaying window, Wei Zhuang's stature had disappeared, and she blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion, and then rubbed her temples with a headache.If Wei Zhuang really doesn't want to protect Han Fei

Also tell her what to do.

Does this mean to let yourself protect Han Fei?

Obviously, Wei Zhuang is arrogant and angry by Han Fei, but he can't keep his face away but protects frog Fei, that's why he told himself so much.

Of course, there is a reason for what Wei Zhuang said when he first met Han Fei.

Han Fei hasn't satisfied Wei Zhuang's shot yet.

If this is a rash shot, wouldn't it look like the heir of the ghost valley is very cheap? 0.8L

He also needs face to defend someone.

"What's the matter?"

The purple girl said something angrily, but she twisted her graceful waist and walked out of the house, feeling a little gloomy, she didn't like fighting and killing.

Bi Zhang, there is no normal woman who likes to dance with knives

Han Fei was defeated again, shaking his dizzy head, and said to Zhao Qixie that he could swallow again, and if he drank it again, he would be able to come back tomorrow.

"I'll take it to you"

Zhao Qixie shook his head helplessly, and said with a chuckle, it's still a question of whether he can go back with Han like this.

Although Han Fei himself said that he was fine

But who wouldn't say that to a drunk person?

Chapter [-] A little understanding

At the entrance of Zilanxuan

Zhao Yuxie's footsteps were light and obscene, and he refused the carriage of Zilan Xuan's lucky daughter, the katydid. After all, with Han Fei's current state, if he was tossed down by the carriage again, he would probably lie down straight. j

walk, sober up

That boy, walk slowly~"

"It's alright, let's fight back~"

Zhao Qixie waved his hand to the maid, then helped Han Fei and walked towards the palace.

"Really send me? I feel like I'm fine~"

Han Fei pushed Zhao Qixie away and mixed his hands, shook left and right, and then said to Zhao Qixie with a serious face, he felt that he was in good condition now.

"Forget it, let's go straight away~"

Zhao Qixie looked at Master Han helplessly, and said, he dragged Han Jiuxue and walked forward.

"Don't hold back, I'll be fine"

Han Fei was pulled by Zhao Qixie and said reluctantly.

And at this moment

Upstairs in Zilan Xuan, at the slightly opened window.

The purple girl watched the two slowly go away, and there was a flash of no helmet in her beautiful eyes. She didn't want to take a good rest tonight.

Xinzheng, on the eaves of a tall building, there are two figures at this moment.

Under the eyes, the figures of the two were pulled for a long time.

Some desolate, lonely.

Standing is a young man with a handsome face, blue-purple hair color, dark blue pupils, Wang Jingli blue with short hair on the left, long hair on the right, shoulder-length, wearing a white sleeveless cloth outside the dark blue tights, sky blue fork waistband, blue

Scarf with white feathers on the right shoulder and two streamers moving with the wind

This young man gave off a very Wang Jing feeling, as if the sky was blue, not polluted.

If Zhao Qixie was here, he would probably hold back and sigh about the similarity between this young man and Red Lotus.