Because the martial arts conference was a matter of great importance, everyone had to suppress their doubts and attend the conference first.
The martial arts conference continued, but all the martial artists today were absent-minded. Many of them glanced in the direction of Huangfu Xian and his son from time to time, and then lowered their heads to discuss in a low voice.
Huangfu Xian was a member of the imperial court, and this matter spread like a spring breeze to the ears of all the people in the martial arts world at an extremely fast speed.
Of course, Ye Shaoxuan’s contribution is indispensable here.
Lin Hanyan, who was sitting in the front row of Kunwu Sect, felt as if there were nails on the chair and was very uncomfortable.
She looked anxious and glanced in the direction of Su Qiao and Ye Shaoxuan from time to time.
However, until now, she has never doubted Su Qiao. What she was thinking in her heart was whether it was her cousin Ye Shaoxuan who helped Su Qiao and used some strange method to force Gong Jun to do these things.
After all, her cousin never plays by the rules. He often does things that are incomprehensible, and his methods are all kinds of strange.
It would be a lie to say that I'm not sad about Gong Jun's death.
Gong Jun had been with her for so many years, had helped her so much, and even when he clearly had doubts, he never asked, never questioned, and was willing to die for her.
But now the situation is becoming more and more complicated. At this time, she can no longer dwell on Gong Jun's death.
Huangfu Zhenlou no longer had any feelings for her, and every time he looked at her, his eyes were cold enough to chill her to the core.
Obviously, he had found out something but just kept it secret.
After what happened today, she and he were even more destined to stand on opposite sides.
Gong Jun is her man and is loyal to her. Everyone knows this.
She couldn't explain why Gong Jun went to deliver letters to the major sects, and why he died in the courtyard of his father Huangfu Xian.
Today, Su Qiao and Ye Shaoxuan sat in the front row of the Feiying Fort area. In front of them was a table full of snacks, fruits and tea.
It's just like watching a play in a theater.
Today, they are still wearing a white gauze dress, a light blue embroidered cloak, and a veil hat, sitting quietly at the table.
The other was wearing a black robe with gold edges, lazily reclining on a chair.
Although Su Qiao was wearing a translucent gauze veil, there were still many eyes cast on her.
Now everyone has spread the word privately that although Young Master Ye’s new concubine is of low status, she is extremely beautiful and stunningly beautiful.
Her beauty even surpassed that of Miss Lin Hanyan, the most beautiful woman in the world.
Ye Shaoxuan snorted in his heart.
Look, look, you can continue to watch like this tomorrow, even if I, Ye Shaoxuan, lose.
Thinking that Su Qiao didn't have any breakfast this morning, he picked a grape, peeled it, and handed it to her: "Here, eat a grape, it's full of water, so you won't feel dry."
Su Qiao glanced at the peeled grapes in his hand, then looked at the eyes cast at him from time to time around him, decisively picked up the teacup in front of him, gently lifted a corner of the gauze, lowered his head and took a sip.
"I'll just have the tea, you can help yourself."
"Just eat one, give me some face." Ye Shaoxuan didn't care about others. He shamelessly came over and handed the grape closer.
Su Qiao's mouth twitched.
You are such a grown-up, and in public, can you please not speak in such a spoiled tone
"Come on."
In order to show off his identity as "Su Qiao's man" in front of everyone, Ye Shaoxuan even threw away his face.
Of course, he has always been used to doing his own thing and doesn't care too much about what people around him think.