Without waiting for Xuan Liyue to answer, he said: "The smoke and dust are billowing here, how can you suffer this sin with thin skin and tender meat!" ”

As he spoke, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a carriage parked under the Wanggui Pavilion.

Seeing the one he personally designed for Xuan Liyue, he pulled Xuan Liyue and walked towards the carriage.

Poor Dingguo Marquis, striding in the barracks, tiger and tiger. At this time, he had to take into account Xuan Liyue's speed, and forced his walking speed to less than a quarter of his usual speed.

When the guards saw Xuan Qiaoce walking so "aggrieved", they all looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

Xuan Liyue personally felt Xuan Qiaoce's love, and said that he was not touched at all, which was false.

However, the thought that he might leave soon, his lips moved, and after all he did not say anything, but allowed the cheap grandfather to carefully stuff himself into the carriage.

Through the car door, Xuan Qiaoce said to Xuan Liyue in the carriage with a gentle face: "Good Yue'er, grandfather wants to enter the palace first." There is a reception banquet in the evening, you go back to the house first and dress up, and when you get to the banquet, let's talk well. ”

Seeing Xuan Liyue's "well-behaved" nod, although the Marquis of Dingguo was reluctant to part with the pearl in his palm that he had just met, he thought that there were still major military affairs to be rewarded with the saint, so he suppressed the reluctance in his heart and carefully closed the car door for Xuan Liyue.

He also told Sisi, the coachman, and the ten palace guards who escorted Xuan Liyue to escort Xuan Liyue back to the house safely.

Just as he was about to wave his hand and let Xuan Liyue and his party set off, they heard steady footsteps approaching behind them.

With a slight frown, Xuan Qiaoce turned around.

With a gentle and respectful smile on her face, Wen Ruyu hugged her fists at Xuan Qiaoce and said, "Junior, Wen Ruyu, has seen Master Hou." ”

Hearing Wen Ruyu report to her home, Xuan Qiaoce's brows furrowed even deeper.

Wen Ruyu, a familiar name, should have heard it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while.

"Surname Wen, what is your relationship with Wen Chung?"

The Wen Chung in Xuan Qiaoce's mouth is the King of Freedom with the title of King of Erpinjun.

Wen Ruyu's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness, and she said respectfully: "It's my father." ”

Xuan Qiaoce's face showed a sudden look, and said, "No wonder you are familiar, you are the prince of the King of Freedom who has been rumored to be in a boil?" ”

Wen Ruyu nodded and said, "It's the junior." ”

When Xuan Qiaoce heard this, he looked Wen Ruyu up and down, and said, "You look like a talent, you came to me, but what does your father have to say to me?" ”

Seeing that Xuan Qiaoce's attitude towards himself could be called cold, Wen Ruyu was not annoyed, and still had a gentle and respectful smile on her face.

"It was the younger generation who admired the Hou Ye and specially came to the city gate to greet him, not wanting to meet the county lord, so he attracted the Hou Ye to dismount, so he came to meet him."

Hearing Wen Ruyu's words, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in Xuan Qiaoce's mind, and his eyes widened suddenly.

For a moment, looking at Wen Ruyu's gaze, as if he was looking at the little thief who was thinking about the treasures at home.

Wen Ruyu was slightly stunned when she saw Xuan Qiaoce's suddenly changed gaze.

Thinking about what his changed gaze was for, he felt helpless for a while, but his face did not show it at all, but he was a little more respectful to Xuan Qiaoce.

Xuan Liyue sat in the carriage and heard a few words of conversation between Xuan Qiaoce and Wen Ruyu, her eyes flashed slightly, and a meaningful smile slowly rose between her lips.

Knock lightly on the carriage and command outside: "Go home!" ”

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