"Is Bai Zhanpeng looking for us, or your lady?"
Bai Yan Liu frowned lightly and asked faintly.
Ye Zhong sneered, his eyes full of contempt: "This girl, Young Master Bai may not even recognize you. It is my lady who wants to see you."
What is Bai Zhanpeng's identity? He is the Young Master of Medicine School, does an ordinary person need him to approach him personally
Really a joke!
"Oh."
Seeing that it was not Bai Zhanpeng who wanted to see her, Bai Yan's expression became colder: "I don't know your lady, go back."
"This girl," Ye Zhong said with a cold expression, "My lady is from the Medicine School, it doesn't seem good if you don't meet?"
Bai Yan felt that the visitor was unkind, but she asked herself that apart from Bai Zhanpeng, she had never communicated with anyone from Yaomen.
This eldest lady of Yaomen is even stranger!
"It turns out that Yaomen likes what is difficult for a strong man." A small smile was drawn from the corner of her mouth, and her black eyes stared at Ye Zhong coldly.
"you… "
Ye Zhong was about to get angry, a gloomy breath swept across from the front, his body turned into a gust of wind, and he shot out quickly.
The man was dressed in purple, with silver hair like a demon. He had a cool tone and a cold voice: "This king's wife doesn't want to go, who dares to force it? Get out of here!"
"Ahem!"
Ye Zhong coughed twice, he coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, and got up from the ground, he only felt the pain in his chest, and his old face was pale because of it.
"Uncle Loyal."
At this moment, a clear and soft voice came from behind, like a breeze, warm like spring.
"Miss."
Ye Zhong turned around and asked respectfully.
At that moment, the hall downstairs of the tea house was silent, and everyone's eyes were on the green shirt woman on the second floor aisle, with surprise in their eyes.
"It's Miss Ye Ying, why is Miss Ye Ying here?"
There is no third-generation descendant in Yaomen's direct line. Therefore, as the maiden family of Yaomen's wife Li Jing, Ye Ying has become the target of competition among all the Yaomen's disciples.
There are already many young talents eagerly eager to strike up a conversation, but when they feel Ye Ying’s cold temperament, they can’t help but retreat...
"Uncle Zhong, what are you doing?" Ye Yingliu frowned and glanced at Ye Zhong dissatisfied, "I asked you to invite two guests, but you are so rude to my guests? Why don't you give it to them? Apologize and admit your mistake!"
Ye Zhong was startled, and lowered his head unwillingly: "Two, sorry, I was rude just now."
Ye Ying pursed her lips, turned her eyes to the two people in the box, and the corners of her mouth evoked a shallow arc.
"How many of my people have offended just now, so please forgive me. I wonder if I can go in for a cup of tea?"
She has a soft voice and a smile, no one can refuse such a peerless beauty.
Di Cang's face gradually sank, his phoenix eyes flashed with cold light, and he said coldly: "My wife doesn't want to get along with strangers."
The implication is that you can get out!
Ye Ying was not annoyed when she heard that, she smiled and turned to Bai Yan: "I will introduce myself first, my name is Ye Ying, girl, you must have also come to attend the alchemy conference? I can introduce you to our medicine. Elder of the door, let them guide you how to do it, how about?"
If Bai Yan hadn't heard Ye Ying's words, she stretched lazily, her body very lazy, leaning against Di Cang's chest like a sloth.
"Di Cang, your face is really easy to provoke peach blossoms, you look more beautiful than women."