When Hei Feng heard this, he hurriedly said, "You tell me how to solve it, and I can give you gold coins." ”

Tang Ning waved his hand: "It's vulgar to talk about money, besides, this is not something that money can solve." She didn't give him a chance to ask any more questions, and strode forward.

When she came to the main courtyard, she saw the man drinking tea in the courtyard, and her eyes moved slightly.

It turned out that his name was Mo Ye, and he was the third son of the emperor in charge of the empire, even though he was talented since he was a child, he was still not favored by the emperor, just because, he was fated to be twenty-five years old, he was a man of heavenly curse, and his six relatives were not fatal, and he was destined to be lonely for a lifetime.

It is estimated that any emperor will not like to have such a son by his side, so he has been released from the palace to set up his own palace since he was a child, and even if he arrives at the beginning of a year, it is estimated that he will not be summoned once.

It's as if the lord of the Xuanlong Kingdom has long forgotten that he has such a son. And this is something that almost everyone in the entire Imperial City knows.

Although King Ye does not have a sacred heart and has lost his holy favor since he was a child, he is strong in his own right, even if he does not rely on the one in the palace, he can stand above everyone, and he is also the object of awe of everyone in this intricate imperial city.

It's just that no one knows where his unfathomable strength cultivation comes from? I don't know who he studied with? It was as if there was a mysterious fog shrouded in him, and no one could see through it.

Putting away her thoughts, she stepped forward and sat down at the table: "Looking for me?" As she spoke, she picked up the fruit on the table and ate it with a self-ripe look, without the restraint of a guest at all, but very comfortable.

Hei Feng and Dark One stood behind Mo Ye, looking at this little monk who was extremely comfortable and leisurely in front of their master, but they couldn't understand it, where did this little monk get the courage?

Mo Ye glanced at him, and a deep voice came out of his mouth: "Three days, within three days, if you can leave this king's mansion, even if you meet in the future, you will not be embarrassed, if you can't leave within three days, then you will stay, become the right and left hand of this king, and respect me for the rest of your life." ”

When the black wind and darkness behind him heard this, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned. No way? What's so good about this little monk? The master actually wants to keep him as his right and left hand? You need to know that the left and right hands around the master, just the two of them, is that good to cultivate when they are young?

For a moment, the eyes of the two looking at the little monk were full of hostility.

Tang Ning ate the fruit for a moment, looked at Na Mo Ye with beautiful eyes in surprise, and asked, "Are you serious?" ”

Looking at those clear glass-like eyes, Mo Ye's heart moved slightly. How could a little boy who is as cunning as a fox have such beautiful eyes?

He took his eyes off those eyes, picked up the tea and took a sip: "This king has always been a good word. ”

"Good!"

Tang Ning immediately responded, and his hand slapped on the table, startling the black wind standing behind Mo Ye, and staring at the little monk who was completely unruly in annoyance.

Dare to slap the table and shout in front of the master? With such an unregulated person, the master still wants to keep him by his side as his right and left hand? What do you like about him?

"If I can really leave, you won't be able to trouble me if you meet me again in the future." Tang Ning added uneasily.

Mo Ye hooked his lips, smiling rather than smiling: "Let's talk about it when you really have the ability to leave!" ”