Of course, Yuan Lao can only think about this in his heart, and dare not say it, otherwise he will be rolled to death by the son's eyes.
Just when Hu Feng and Bai Zhi's horse arrived at the gate of Qingfengyuan, the guards opened the door before they came forward and broke it.
Hu Feng hugged Bai Zhi and got off the horse. He raised his eyes and saw Song Lang sitting in the courtyard.
The guy shook the folding fan and put on a slanderous look, staring straight at Bai Zhi, and when he saw their overlapping hands, his brow wrinkled into a word for Sichuan.
It seems that Hu Feng is holding his wife—
Subconsciously, Hu Feng pulled Bai Zhi behind him, and went in with his eyebrows calm.
"It seems that Young Master Song is waiting for me."
Song Lang finally stopped shaking the fan. He himself might not know that the originally ruddy lips had already turned bluish purple. Who made him take off his cotton robe and put on a brocade shirt today, and he was still sitting in the cold wind grinning. Shaking the fan in the yard, don't you ask for it
Song Lang shook his head, his face pulled out what he thought was the most perfect smile, but only then realized that his face was a little stiff, so he coughed embarrassingly, and said, "No!" After saying this, he looked over Hu Feng. Look behind him.
Bai Zhi walked out, looking back at Song Lang with water-clear eyes, her beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned, and a cold expression on her jade face: "So it seems that you are waiting for me!"
Song Lang got up and walked two steps towards Bai Zhi. He felt the cold gaze of King Jin, before he stopped and smiled: "Yes, I'm waiting for you, you can count it."
Bai Zhi glanced at him and smiled faintly: "If I come later, do you plan to sit still in this cold?"
The smile on Song Lang's face was slightly stiff, and a wave of blood surged up, and his face instantly turned red. Fortunately, after a lot of sun recently, his complexion was not as white as before, otherwise he would be lost.
"The white girl really loves to talk and laugh!"
Hu Feng said solemnly: "Since you are waiting here, you must know what we are here for."
Song Lang nodded: "Of course I know, but you must also know about this Heart-Eater Gu. Although I know it exists, I didn't let someone get it into Kyoto. Someone did evil in my name."
Hu Feng said: "I know everything that I should know. I don't need you to remind me. Let's talk, do you have an antidote to the Heartbreaking Gu?"
Song Lang shook his head: "Of course I didn't. I didn't have this Gu, nor my relatives or friends. What am I doing this antidote? What does it have to do with me?"
Hu Feng's heart was burning with anger, but for the sake of his master and father, and for the thousands of people in this city, he could only endure this moment of anger, and then asked, "Where is the Wei family's secret recipe for raising Gu?"
Song Lang shrugged: "Of course it's in my hands."
"Bring it!" Hu Feng said.
Song Lang sneered: "Bring it? Why? Since you are the king of Chu, do you have a bigger face than ordinary people?"
When Fu Zheng behind Hu Feng heard this, he drew his sword angrily, but was stopped by Hu Feng: "Get out!"
Fu Zheng gave Song Lang a fierce look, gritted his teeth and walked back, but always held his hand on the hilt. As long as the guy said something bad, he would immediately make him regret it.
Hu Feng's gaze fell on Song Lang again: "It seems that Song Gongzi is waiting here, it is not a whim."
Song Lang chuckled, his eyes drifting to Bai Zhi again involuntarily, her today is different from the one she has seen before.
When I saw her for the first time, she was embarrassed but calm and courageous.
When I saw her for the second time, the light from her body pierced into his heart straightly, and her appearance was engraved in his mind like that, lingering.