Hei Meng husband and wife's son is too pitiful

Chapter 4 Is So Willful (1)
"Go and see, go and see, the two big dudes are fighting again, I heard it's because of some new girls from Lingbo Tower!"

"The prince always says, power is powerful! Willful! He is really willful, and he will gather people to fight when he comes back! Does Prince Rui know that he is so willful?"

"What a fuss, it's not once or twice, why run so fast! Are you in a hurry to die? Hey, you are in my way, hurry up, dawdle! You can afford it if you delay watching the excitement!
"Oh, you bumped into the young master's arm!
"Damn you stepped on Lao Tzu's foot!"

"You woman is so rude that you knock people down."

"Hey, my aunt's chest was squeezed and flattened, can you afford it?"

On the street, there are rough or pussy or shrill or coquettish voices, and the swearing is full of excitement and urging.

At this moment, everyone showed a rare concerted effort and headed towards the destination—the largest restaurant in Pingcheng, namely Lingbo Tower, where today's accident happened.

As for whether you can see it or not?Of course it is not considered!

In the winter, it’s just like exercising. It doesn’t matter if you run for nothing.

In the low-key and luxurious hall of Lingbo Building, happy and excited words kept coming out.

"Yes, hit the body! Well, pay attention to the key parts!"

"Hey, hey, you! Don't slap your face!"

"Hey, do you think their guards are as weak as him? Hahahaha! These beauties must be our sons!"

……

This excited voice was especially evident in the wailing.

All around the audience were black lines, only feeling "quack, quack, quack", and a flock of crows flew over their heads.

The instigator of the bad taste didn't seem to notice it, he just held a cattail fan and fanned it attentively at the man in scarlet clothes who seemed to be asleep and covered his face with a folding fan on the grand teacher's chair.

While fanning himself, he commented on the battle situation, which seemed to point out the country, and at the same time, he did not forget to smile flatteringly at the sleeping man: "My lord, the weather is very hot today, can it be cooler?"

The onlookers who didn't know the truth had already been stunned by the behavior of this guard-like man, their eyeballs almost fell to the ground, and they couldn't help tightening their coats as they watched the cattail fan, thinking that it turns out that the son of the world is a master who doesn't know hot and cold. It is not false, it is not false.

Most of the people were extraordinarily calm, not for anything else, just because those who are used to watching the excitement have already experienced the unique style of this funny pair of master and servant.

They either spread the funny history of the master and servant to the peripheral audience in a sophisticated way, or looked at the stunned expressions of the audience who didn't know the truth with contempt.

Of course, the two types of people looked exactly the same with disdain and arrogance, as if they knew how glorious and proud those past events were.

All kinds of living beings are staged here, and the battle over there is coming to an end, at this moment.

"Ok?"

A lazy and seductive voice came from the box with the curtains all the way up. It was not loud, but it was so clear in the chaos that it seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, so that the chaotic scene fell silent.

Everyone involuntarily looked towards the box, but it was the man sitting on the grand master's chair enjoying the cold winter wind. At this moment, he was raising his hand to remove the folding fan covering his face.

The hands are good hands, thin and unobtrusive, fair and unfeminine, delicate yet powerful and beautiful, even the best painters will find it difficult to depict them.

Just looking at these hands, he looked curiously at its owner.

(End of this chapter)