Warm Life

On the second floor of the tea house, a well-dressed man was sitting in front of the window, looking at Sun Ye Xuan and the others with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Interesting! Cao Yu, that brat, also had such a day. Find out who that girl is? "

After the man in black finished speaking, the man in black behind him responded and then quickly left the place.

After the man had left, the well-dressed man sipped his tea gracefully. When the cup was close to his mouth, his hands stopped moving and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"It's him!" He suddenly stood up and looked at the tall man on the street. His warm face revealed an excited expression. So he didn't die! Why is he here? "

The well-dressed man leaped down from the second floor. However, after Cao Yu had left, the hidden commoners had already come out. At this time, the streets were filled with people, and in a flash, that person was nowhere to be seen. He could not help but be disappointed. Looking at the sea of people, he asked, "Why? He clearly didn't die, yet he hid in such a small place? Aren't you going back? "

Pow! Someone patted his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Brother Feng, which pretty girl are you looking at?"

The well-dressed man turned his head and saw the familiar smile. His eyelids twitched. He turned around and re-entered the teahouse.

Why did I meet him here? He was truly a haunting fellow!

That person didn't seem to notice his disrespect as he quickly followed the Chinese-clothed man into the teahouse. He was still sitting across from the Chinese-clothed man.

"Meng Zixiao, why are you following me?" The well-dressed man frowned as he spoke.

"Did I follow you?" Meng Zhixiao waved the fan in his hand and teasingly said, "Brother Feng, your narcissism hasn't changed!"

"This is my seat. You're sitting across from me and you're saying that you're not following me?" The well-dressed man said while gnashing his teeth.

"Tch, you are the owner of this teahouse? If that's not the case, then what makes you think that it's your position? " Meng Zhixiao said, "I even said that this is my seat!"

"Enough!" I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. " The well-dressed man said impatiently, "Honorable young master of the Prime Minister's estate, what are you doing in this place that doesn't even have eggs?"

"A noble young master of the Imperial Advisor's estate, what is he doing in this place where there aren't many birds?" Meng Zixiao replied, "Fengzi Mo."

Feng Zimo, one of the Four Young Masters of the capital, was twenty years old and specialized in painting.

The Four Young Masters were the most popular noble young masters in the capital. Not only were they of noble status and unparalleled beauty, they were also talented in both martial arts and literature. Feng Zi Mo was ranked third, Meng Zhisu was ranked fourth.

In the eyes of the world, the Four Young Masters of the Capital should unite and have love. In fact, Feng Zimo and Meng Zhiruo had fought since childhood. One was the son of the Imperial Advisor, the other was the son of the prime minister, born to be a noble. But they were wrong. From stealing dessert to Courtesan Belle, from fighting literature to martial arts, they had never let each other win. A few years ago, Feng Zimo had disappeared from the capital.

The reason was simple. Even now, there were still people discussing this matter with shining eyes. That was, the two noble young masters were fighting over the number one beauty in the capital for a wife.

"What does it have to do with you?" Feng Zimo said with an ugly expression.

"My answer is the same as — er — he!" Meng Zhixiao held his cheek and said with a smile, "Fengzi Mo, you are too stingy. If I knew that you cared so much about that number one beauty, I would have given it to you. How could the friendship between you and me be comparable to that of a woman? [After you left, I didn't marry her, and so I gave up my marriage. She still hasn't gotten married yet!] Why don't you go back and marry her? It would also make a good story. "

Feng Zimo's face turned even uglier. He held the cup and coldly looked at Meng Zhixiao, saying with an ice-cold tone, "You don't want these broken shoes. Do you think I'd take a liking to them?"

"Don't make it sound so bad! You're still the number one beauty, it's no wonder why no one likes you if you don't know how to take care of the fairer sex. " Meng Zhixiao chuckled.

If Sun Ye Xuan was here, she would definitely break her glasses. This was what she saw as the direct descendant of the young master of the Supreme Celestial. How could he have such a venomous tongue in private? How could he have the appearance of a direct immortal?