Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

Cui Zijian looked at his cousin quietly, and by chance his eyes met with his.

"Tonglu, Tonglu, you know!" He defended himself angrily.

"Yeah, we're on the same journey." Mo Qi smiled teasingly.

They were going east and he was going east, and they were going west and he was going west. They were fools to believe what he said about "the same road."

"How is your uncle lately?" Ling Liang asked the original owner's little cousin.

Cui Zijian lowered his head and crushed the pebbles on the road. "It's very good. The strong one can kill a cow."

Ling Liang: "...it sounds really good."

Jinxi covered his face, "Master, please don't talk about your father like that, okay?"

Cui Zijian chatted to death with just one sentence, and Ling Liang didn't know what else to say to him, so he could only hang out with him with his head down.

My cousin seems to be taller and more handsome recently. Alas, his cousin is both civilized and martial, and has excellent appearance and character. I don’t know which girl he will take advantage of in the future.

Cui Zijian felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Can anyone be worthy of such a talented person as his cousin?

How wonderful it is to be alone.

Halfway through their stroll, someone stopped them forcefully and said, "Mr. Cui, my master invites you to come to the teahouse for a chat."

Mo Qi unceremoniously pulled out the sword from his waist, "Who is your master?"

Cui Zijian also helped, "Yes, please tell me quickly, my cousin, the young master of the Cui family, is not someone that cats and dogs can meet whenever they want."

The man who looked like a teahouse owner suddenly raised his head and gave Cui Zijian a hard look. His eyes were so poisonous that he took two steps back in fright.

Cui Zijian felt deeply embarrassed after making a fool of himself in front of his cousin. He puffed out his chest and was about to scold the man, when he saw the shopkeeper took out a token from his sleeve and shook it. Shut up.

The East Palace Token has the same pattern as the one on the arms of the two assassins.

Ling Liang's eyes moved away from the token, "I would like to ask the shopkeeper to lead the way."

The shopkeeper smiled, a shallow smile hanging on his face, superficial and extremely hypocritical.

He took two steps into the teahouse, bowed and raised his hand, "Please!"

Ling Liang walked in and said with a smile: "Please."

On the seats by the window upstairs, several musicians were playing the pipa and singing, and one of them was intoxicated, tapping his chopsticks on the table with the rhythm.

Ling Liang stood at the door for a while, then the man pretended to have just discovered him and waved to him, "Zixing, here we come, come in quickly, come and sit down."

Ling Liang looked at the several musicians and said, "Your Highness, won't you let them out?"

"Zixing, you have always been so old-fashioned. We talk about ours and they sing theirs. It doesn't get in the way."

The prince came over with a smile on his face and greeted Ling Liang affectionately, "I selected these specially for you. They are very beautiful and can sing well..."

Ling Liang avoided the prince's pull and sat across the table.

The prince was not annoyed and turned back to his seat. The two brothers persuaded him kindly: "Zixing, I'm serious, look at you, your upbringing is very strict, and now the family doesn't even have a girl with a common room for you. Listen to me, after we finish talking about old times, you can pick two of them and put them in my account."

No one cares about him.

After a pause, the prince said worriedly: "I remember that Master Cui hasn't taken any concubines yet, right?"

He clapped his hands and looked very happy, "Isn't that just right? Two beautiful girls, one for you and your father."

Prince Murong Yu is old and handsome, with a straight nose and thin lips, a natural smile, and his majesty is revealed when his phoenix eyes are slightly narrowed.

A person like him would know that he was not someone to be trifled with just by looking at his face, but now he was pretending to be innocent and cheerful, which made Ling Liang feel disgusted.

Ling Liang was fed up with his pretentiousness and said coldly: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but the Cui family has rules. The children of the clan are not allowed to marry women outside the fourth surname, and the Cui family's daughters are not allowed to marry men outside the fourth surname. Any male of the Cui family is not allowed to marry." , Only when you are forty and have no children can you take a concubine."

"Zixing's family members have the final say in their marriage. Even the girls who live in the same house, I'm afraid they... aren't qualified either."

Murong Yunian felt as if his face had been torn off and stepped on.

Yes, yes, that's it.

It's this kind of aloof attitude and arrogance that comes from nowhere.

The aristocratic family emphasizes their noble status and noble bloodline in their bones over and over again.

The Feng family fell 100 years ago, and now the world belongs to the Murong family. Everyone, everyone worships them. What are these bullshit families doing?

They are royal!

In the whole world, is it the land of the king?On the shore of the land, could it be the king's ministers.

Don’t you understand the most basic principles?

Murong Yunian tried his best to persuade himself to endure this breath, clenching and releasing his fists.

He waved his sleeves and said, "Zixing doesn't like you, so please go down."

"Master Cui, the slave family..." Le Ling, the prettiest among them, slowly raised her head, her watery eyes seemed to be able to speak, staring straight at Ling Liang, "The slave family has admired Master Cui for a long time..."

"Admire me? Okay, I understand," Ling Liang interrupted her impatiently, "You can go out now."

Le Ling's words had no place to express, and Ling Liang's incomprehensible style was very lethal. She choked, covered her face with her sleeves and sobbed: "Young master is ruthless, which makes the slave family very sad."

Ling Liang was unmoved, "Why don't you leave?"

Le Ling sneaked a glance in the direction of the prince. Murong Yunian nodded distractedly and made a small gesture to signal her to go out.

Only then did several people exit the door holding Pipa in their arms.

999 saw the actions of both parties and shouted in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Host, the prince is using a trick on you, a beauty trap!"

Ling Liang: "I knew it earlier, and you just noticed it?"

The prince is not well-intentioned to begin with. Everything he does is suspicious, let alone wanting to send a few living people to the Cui Mansion. Isn't this an improper spy?

999: "..." Can't the host praise it?It's closing in on itself.

Without the extravagant music, the atmosphere in the room became much more normal.

Murong Yunian poured a glass of wine for Ling Liang and said half-jokingly: "Zixing, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I miss you so much that I have no appetite for food and can't sleep well. We must not meet again after a long separation." I won’t come back when I’m drunk.”

999: "...yuck."

Prince, do you have a dual personality?

Although I hate you so much in my heart, my words are sweeter than honey. If this system hadn't seen you give the original owner the "Thousands of Arrows Pierce the Heart" gift package with my own eyes, I would really believe that you are a good person.

The nicer you say it, the deeper the stab will go. You are the best actor in the real version of the show, and no one can compete with you. This is what this system says!

999 complained crazily, not forgetting to test the glass of wine that the prince raised, "Host, it's not poisonous, you can drink it."

Even though Ling Liang could drink, he didn't want to drink. He declined and said, "Your Highness, Zixing caught wind and cold occasionally a few days ago and recovered soon. The doctor asked me to abstain from drinking. I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy it with you."

Murong Yunian put down his wine glass and smiled slowly, "Really? Why doesn't Zixing care about his body so much?"

Ling Liang didn't want to talk in circles with him anymore and said straight to the point: "What do you want from me, Your Highness? You might as well say it clearly."