Madam, be merciful!

Chapter 62 The Paper Fan
"Don't you always teach us to be high-profile, I think this mask is very high-profile."

Thin Night raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when his gaze inadvertently fell on the fan in Shao Qing's hand, and the curvature of his lips immediately froze.

The guardian on Shao Qing's right hand sprayed out a mouthful of hot tea, and then coughed continuously, his fair face flushed, he kept his eyes on the fan in Shao Qing's hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

Shao Qing gave the protector a disgusted look, turned her fan to face Bao Yan's face, and asked expectantly: "My lord, is your handwriting pretty?"

On the pure white fan surface, the big characters of vermilion flying like dragons and phoenixes come into view.

Above: lack of men below

Below: The handsome man comes in his arms at speed!

The atmosphere froze for a while, and just when everyone thought that Bao Yan was going to scold Shao Qing angrily, it would be disrespectful, but they saw Bao Yan smiled again, his eyes glowed, and commented: "Although this word is worse than the deity's, but The sentences are quite in the style of the deity."

The previous sentence is boasting of oneself, and the latter sentence is still boasting of oneself.

In the end, I did not forget to sum up: "Not bad."

Everyone: "Speechless..."

Among hundreds of tables and seats, the table of Longmen, let alone the enchanting and coquettish Lord Longmen, knew that today was the day of other people's wedding, but still wore a fiery and insolent red robe, imperceptibly exuding red charm and madness. Played to the extreme, the momentum completely overwhelmed the groom and the bride.

Besides, the glamorous Bo Ji, the "man" wearing a strange mask to hide his true face, and the young guardian in black clothes all attract the attention of others. Don't blame the bride's complexion from just now. Yes, the people at this table are really embarrassing.

"Night City Lord."

Xiao Congyue's call drew everyone's attention back.

I saw a man in a black robe walking in from the entrance of the garden. His silky hair was tied up with a crown decorated with purple jade. Under the silver mask, the beautiful purple eyes were cold and alienated. .Every time the man took a step, the hem of the clothes embroidered with purple lotus swayed closely with his steady steps, causing ripples in everyone's hearts.

Xiao Chongyan had a decent smile on her lips, "Master Ye City, please."

Because of the man's arrival, the garden was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard clearly, and everyone calmly speculated about the relationship between Fengge and the city that never sleeps.

The situation in the Jianghu has not changed for decades, who here has those unspeakable selfishness, if the city that never sleeps formally intervenes...the expressions of all the people become serious.

Shao Qing didn't care about the suddenly strange atmosphere, she stretched her neck and kept looking behind the city lord, as if she was looking for someone.Seeing this, Bao Yan frowned in displeasure, and was about to say something, when he caught a glimpse of the newcomer approaching their table from the corner of his eye, so he had to give up.

"Congratulations." Bao Yan narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and lazily raised his glass.

With a warm smile on Xiao Congyue's lips, she said, "Thank you."

Facing Bao Yan who was dressed more festively than the bride and groom, Xiao Chongyan couldn't laugh. After toasting, she wanted to drag Xiao Congyue to the next table, but Xiao Congyue didn't move, her gaze fell directly on Shao Qing body.

(End of this chapter)