Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Yuwen Haoyu panicked, quickly put down the teacup, and looked at Luo Ling affectionately with an expression of death, "Ling'er, don't listen to his nonsense, it's gone, it's really gone!"

After finishing speaking, he stared at Zhang Shaoliang with resentment on his face, Zhang Shaoliang snorted softly, revenge or something, it really is the most insane.

"Okay, now that the truth has come to light, let's hurry up and solve the next thing, that... Shaoliang, you're fine, I'm really happy."

Luo Ling looked at Zhang Shaoliang and smiled back, Zhang Shaoliang also smiled, but couldn't laugh anymore.

"Ling'er..." He looked at her with a sad face.

"What?" Luo Ling was a little puzzled, and Zhang Shaoliang's expression was full of regret: "When I fought with that masked man, I lost the folding fan you gave me..."

He had been hiding it on his body all the time, and he was not willing to use it anymore, so he just threw it away. Zhang Shaoliang looked worried about gain and loss, which made Luo Ling laugh again: "Is it just a folding fan? I'll buy another one as a gift some other day." You are."

"Ling'er, when did you give him his folding fan, why didn't I have one?"

Yuwen Haoyu didn't care about the image of a king anymore, he was so jealous, he looked at Luo Ling with aggrieved expression.

"Who said no?" Luo Ling raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I just give you a dagger a few days ago? By the way, your dagger cost more than half of the money I had on me!"

Suddenly remembering the dagger of Renyi Hall in his sleeve, Yuwen Haoyu smiled embarrassedly, Luo Ling really loved him the most, what he gave Zhang Shaoliang was just a folding fan, and what he gave him was a dagger for self-defense, It seems that he is still the most concerned about him, and he should be like this in the first place. After all, he is also Luo Ling's real husband, how could he be compared by other men.

Seeing Yuwen Haoyu's face suddenly showing an inexplicable arrogance, and looking at Zhang Shaoliang's bitter face, Luo Ling just wanted to comfort him a few more words, but saw Shuiyue coming over with the folding fan in his hand.

"Master, the folding fan you want is here."

Shuiyue brought the folding fan in front of him, Zhang Shaoliang was taken aback, and quickly took it over to check if it was damaged, while muttering softly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not broken..."

Yuwen Haoyu looked at him cautiously, obviously he just held the folding fan, but it was very precious. In his impression, Zhang Shaoliang was not such a person who cherished his belongings. Changing it frequently, no matter how expensive the folding fan is, I have never seen him cherish it so much.

Looking at Luo Ling again, he was looking at Zhang Shaoliang with a smile on his face. Since Zhang Shaoliang disappeared, it was the first time he saw Luo Ling so happy from the bottom of his heart. Yuwen Haoyu suddenly felt a faint discomfort in his heart. Knowing that there is nothing between them, as clean as a piece of white paper, it is still uncomfortable.

"By the way, what happened to Heihu's antidote?"

Yuwen Haoyu suddenly asked, hearing the words, Zhang Shaoliang put away the folding fan, put it in his arms and said, "There is an antidote, but now that the plague is spreading in Xilun, I want to get rid of it without being infected." Sending the antidote to Hei Hu's hands may not be so easy."

"I go."

Black Panther immediately expressed his opinion, Yuwen Haoyu shook his head: "No."

"Your Majesty..." Hei Bao looked like he was about to cry, but even if Yuwen Haoyu agreed, Luo Ling and Zhang Shaoliang would not agree...