Lonely King and Widow

Chapter916
"Young master, Xiao Qian, what does this mean?"

The middle-aged man who was standing beside him half stroked his beard asked in a low voice.

The young man shook his head and pursed his lips.

Such a strange and childish behavior did not seem to be what Xiao Qian could have done at all. Except for Mo Jiu, he would not make second guesses.Moreover, although he couldn't fully guess Mo Jiu's intentions, he also knew that everyone here was staring at Xiao Qian, and it would be more troublesome for him to act.

No one knows what kind of people are there in Huanshui Town.

His identity, however, cannot be exposed to the light of day.

If he came into contact with Xiao Qian and Xiao Qian was exposed, he would be easily exposed.

Therefore, a quick decision must be made!

"This woman who caused trouble!"

With a cold snort, he narrowed his eyes slightly, one hand tightly grasped the saber at his waist, faint veins appeared on the back of his hand, and the awe-inspiring eyes flashed from time to time, making people feel that he wanted to lick the woman in his mouth. Cut to pieces.

"Young master?" The middle-aged man beside him shouted in a low voice when he saw this.

"Ok?"

"Otherwise, the subordinate will find a chance to get rid of her?"

The young man snorted, lowered his head and squinted his eyes, his voice was like ice.

"No one is allowed to touch her!"

"Young master, why?" The middle-aged man was obviously puzzled.

"The woman I like, if I want to move, it can only be myself."

Slowly letting go of the hand holding the saber, the young man looked at the bustling crowd and frowned tightly. After a while, he sighed slowly.

"Go and tell Xiao Qian, see you in Huanshuilou."

Most of the ancient pavilions were built near the water for the purpose of climbing high and looking far away, and the Huanshui Tower is no exception.It was built in the north of Huanshui Town near the Jianshui River. It is not grand and magnificent, but it is small and small, but it is delicate and pretty. There are countless handwritings of poets and poets left on the upper floor.

The former Huanshui Tower was very prosperous, and people came and went.But as the war broke out, the building was already empty, and there were almost no traces of people in normal times.

Xiao Qian led several guards there.

Originally, Mo Jiu was going to accompany him for nothing, but since Tatamin was by his side, Xiao Qian naturally wouldn't let her get involved in these matters. Forced by helplessness, Mo Jiu couldn't go to see the "inviter", either. I could only drag Tatamin to wander the streets.

When Xiao Qian arrived, several horses stopped outside the Huanshui Building.

Xiao Qian glanced lightly, left several guards outside the building, stepped on the snow-covered path, and stepped into the Huanshui Building alone.

In the main hall of the building, there is a thin gauze hanging like a mist. A gust of cold wind blows in, causing the curtains to flutter wildly. A strand of gauze blows on the man facing the window, making him feel as if he is bathed in the soft sky light. A world of ice and snow outside is isolated.

"My lord has been waiting for a long time."

Xiao Qian's clear voice sounded slowly.

The young man turned his head back, his sharp features were noble and handsome, his smile was a bit sinister, but it was as sincere as if he and Xiao Qian were not enemies, but friends who had reunited after a long time.

"I just arrived too!" He smiled and said, "Is Mr. Xiao safe here?"

"Thanks to the prince, he is still alive."

"Xiao Shijun is blessed with great destiny, how dare Xiu take the blessing with you?"

There was no expression on Xiao Qian's handsome face.

Looking at Wan Yanxiu, his lips moved slightly, and he said coldly: "I don't have much time."

What he meant was that he didn't want to be polite and talk nonsense with Wanyanxiu, and had to talk about things quickly, but Wanyanxiu obviously didn't realize that he was about to become a subjugated slave, and there was still a relaxed ridicule and banter on his face.

"What's the hurry? There's plenty of time for Shijun Xiao to make contributions, and it's time to drink a pot of tea."

(End of this chapter)