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Zhao Shizi?If she remembers correctly, isn't King Zhao's son just the little fat man who laughed at her when he was a child, but every time he saw her, he was beaten until he sat on the ground crying.

"General?" Yang Le asked in surprise when he realized that she hadn't followed.

"I met an old friend. I'll meet you. You don't need to lead the way." Feng Wuxi waved his hand and looked towards Yuxi Hall.

With Yang Le's hesitant expression, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

At the beginning, the word "Xi" in this Yuxi hall was pronounced the same as the word "Xi" in her name, so she had reserved this hall for a long time.

That little chubby Xiao Xiyu had fought with her several times, but the result was the same as before, but he couldn't win her every time for whatever she and he were looking at together.

"The little one is resigning." Immortals suffer in fights, Yang Le knows the meaning of protecting one's life wisely, and neither the son of Zhao Wang nor the Marquis of Zhen Guo can be offended.

He had better retreat earlier, lest the city gate harm his pond fish.

"Who dares to disturb this son's pleasure." Holding a girl in his hand, Xiao Xiyu frowned, not even eating the grapes brought to his mouth.

"Let me go and see." Song Yuyan was used to this kind of thing, so when he saw Xiao Xiyu frown, he immediately volunteered to get up and question the bastard who dared to disturb the son's elegance.

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Chapter 25

As soon as Song Yuyan opened the door, he said, "Which bastard, you don't know that our Prince Zhao is here...?"

"Seal, seal..."

When he saw who was in front of him clearly, Song Yuyan felt bad when he thought about what he said just now, and his voice was trembling and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Song Yuyan, you idiot, when did you stutter?" Xiao Xiyu pushed the beauty in her arms to the ground impatiently, and froze when she looked up.

"Master, why do you have such an expression? You must have seen a ghost." A group of dandies with their backs to the door turned around jokingly, their lips trembling.

The man outside the door was wearing a brocade shirt, with a black iron mask covering most of his face, looking at them indifferently.

"I suddenly remembered that my father told me to go back earlier today."

"I remembered that the flowers in my house haven't been watered yet..."

"My mother asked me to bring her a box of rouge from Luohuafang. If you don't go in line, you won't be able to buy it..."

"Brother Yun, you and I will go together, the little sister at home also said..."

All of a sudden, except for Xiao Xiyu and Song Yuyan, all the dudes left cleanly.

The musicians who were playing the pipa didn't know whether to continue playing the pipa, and the woman who was pushed to the ground by Xiao Xiyu didn't even dare to move.

"Little fat man, don't come here without any problems." Feng Wuxi crossed the door and saw Song Yuyan who had turned into a log after she saw her.

After so many years, the little fat man's servant hasn't changed yet, so it can be said that he has been in love for a long time.

"You don't want to go down yet." Xiao Xiyu kicked over the stool, of course it wasn't the one Feng Wuxi was sitting on.

Losing is not losing. After years of not seeing each other, Feng Wuxi's shadow on him still hasn't dissipated. Don't look at his appearance that he is completely unafraid on the surface, but he is already trembling with fear inside.

What self-cultivation and self-cultivation are farts. After killing so many people on the battlefield, killing him is not like cutting melons and vegetables.

Back then, he was the eldest son, but Feng Wuxi was just the second young master of the Houfu, who dared to beat him to the point of rolling around on the ground.

Now that he has become a general in charge of hundreds of thousands of troops, he has no real power over him, and how much threat can the eldest son who is under the shadow of the family give him.

The dancer and singer hurriedly retreated, Song Yuyan looked at the person who had run away, and moved his legs to stay away from this right and wrong place.

"Song Yuyan, close the door for me." Xiao Xiyu looked at Song Yuyan, how could he be the only one in this room, Feng Wuxi looked at each other, so he couldn't be suffocated to death.

If I had known that I would not go out today, I was so unlucky to meet Feng Wuxi here again.Xiao Xiyu cursed in her heart.

Song Yuyan has been a dog's leg for so many years, so he naturally understands what Xiao Xiyu thinks, if everyone dies together, the bad luck can't just be his own bad luck.

Just think about how miserable Xiao Xiyu was in order to save Xiao Xiyu from being beaten twice back then.

"My lord, the door has been closed." Song Yuyan walked to Xiao Xiyu's side warily.

"Little fat man, you are very afraid of me." Feng Wuxi picked out an unused wine glass and poured a glass of wine.

"I'm not fat now, that was many years ago, so you don't have to keep talking about it."

Xiao Xiyu's smile was uglier than crying, and her expression was ferocious.

If other people dared to call him this nickname in front of him, he would have asked his servants to drag him out to cut ten and eight paragraphs.

"After I leave, you have reserved this Yuxi Hall." Feng Wuxi said in a tone that said the weather was good today.

She still doesn't know what Xiao Xiyu's nature is, if she has a chance to grab her things today, she will definitely not wait until tomorrow morning.

"This place looks exactly the same as it did ten years ago. It can't be that you haven't changed it for so many years." She raised her voice in feigned surprise.

"How is it possible?" Xiao Xiyu twitched.

Back then when Feng Wuxi ran to the northwest, he left the Yuxi Hall intact just to show off in front of her, but who knew that he would not come back after going there for ten years, so he didn't find a chance to show off.