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Chapter 1387 Good Tea
If Yan Wushuang didn't look for Qiu Ye, why would he stare at her all day?
Mu Ling looked at Yan Wushuang with a half-smile and said, "I don't know what's the matter with Mr. Wushuang?"

"There is clear tea in the courtyard, can the general have a drink?" Yan Wushuang turned slightly sideways and said, Mu Ling was silent for a while and agreed, thinking unconsciously, never thought that Yan Wushuang was so brazen before.

Can't you feel that Mu Ling doesn't want to pay attention?

Mu Ling followed Yan Wushuang, and went into the courtyard together. The courtyard in the same place, after being cleaned up by Yan Wushuang, had a different kind of atmosphere, that kind of particularly seductive feeling, very elegant seductive.

"Please, General Mu." Yan Wushuang beckoned to Mu Ling slightly. Mu Ling sat down in the small pavilion, and then watched Yan Wushuang making tea calmly and casually. Even if he didn't speak, he watched Yan Wushuang The act of making tea is also pleasing to the eye.

"Master Wushuang didn't just call me here to taste tea, did he?" The setting sun became more and more dim, and the small pavilion was stretched even longer. Such a handsome and unparalleled man.

"It's for tea, not really." Yan Wushuang paused for a moment, looked up at Mu Ling and said, "General Mu, you and I are... old friends. It's a great pleasure to be able to get together this time in the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"Young Master Wushuang, it's better not to be happy." Mu Ling squinted slightly at Yan Wushuang and said, "You know, I wish I could kill you."

"..." Yan Wushuang froze when he heard Mu Ling's straightforward words.

"Nanqin and Beiyan are fighting. I don't want to bring the things on the battlefield to the audience. I can't beat you, Beiyan, because my Nanqin skills are inferior to others." Mu Ling squeezed a few hands, and looked at Yan with dark eyes. Wushuang said: "It is an honor for my grandfather to die in battle, but I, Mu Ling, will decide on the head of Li Xiyue, General Beiyan."

"This trip to the Eastern Han Dynasty, you and I will each rely on our own abilities." Mu Ling slowly got up, pointed to the teacup on the table and said, "The tea is good tea, thank you Mr. Wushuang for your hospitality, and I will leave."

Mu Ling got up so gracefully, and never said a word to Yan Wushuang again. The expression on Yan Wushuang's face never changed, even if Mu Ling uttered such words, the expression on Yan Wushuang's face did not change.

"Master?" This series of changes fell into the eyes of the servant next to Yan Wushuang, and the servant called out worriedly, "Master."

"...This tea is the most fragrant until the end." Yan Wushuang watched the tumbling water in front of him and slowly got up, standing in the small pavilion with his hands behind his back, squinting at the sparkling lake in a daze, subconsciously He reached out and touched his cheek.

He also has emotions, but he never expresses them.

In the past, he worked hard to restrain himself from showing it, but now it has been engraved in the bone marrow, and he has no expression on his face since then.

"I don't want to have a bad relationship with her, but... it's useless after all." Yan Wushuang just stood in the afterglow of the setting sun and said softly. Looking at Yan Wushuang's back, he seemed to understand.

"Go, pour this tea. Although the tea is good tea, there are no tea tasters." Yan Wushuang closed his eyes slightly and said softly.

(End of this chapter)