Drunken Immortal Building.

In the private room on the third floor, two old acquaintances sit.

He is the youngest prime minister of Xiliang Kingdom, Zhu Ziyue, and Guanglu Siqing, Chen Qishan.

The two adults have not been too close to each other for many years, they are like strangers.

Only in this drunken immortal building can you talk heart-to-heart.

When they saw Jiang Zebei yesterday, the two of them couldn't calm down, so they went straight to the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Because of Chen Mengtian's reasons, coupled with the secrecy of the Drunken Immortal Tower, they are very safe here.

As long as the two of them are together, all the surrounding rooms will be empty, and there will be people waiting around.

In the past few years, the two of them have climbed very fast, so it is natural to have some means of self-protection and be by their side with available people.

Zhu Ziyu and Chen Qishan arrived at the Zuixian Tower before and after, and at first they just drank quietly and did not talk much.

It was Chen Qishan who broke it first, this indescribable quiet, "I didn't expect that guy to look better and better." ”

The words were insincere, mixed with a little smile.

Chen Qishan has always known that Jiang Zebei is very good-looking, different from his delicateness, and different from Zhu Ziyue's gentleness.

The other party's handsome face is naturally forgettable, just because of his innate strong aura, people often forget the impact brought by his handsome face.

Zhu Ziyue turned the wine glass in his hand, the room was filled with a light aroma of wine, and the fine peach blossom brew spread in the room, as if he was about to get drunk when he smelled it lightly.

His gentle and elegant face, the corners of his lips hooked up a faint smile, "It's good-looking, and I don't know how many women in the capital will be broken in the future." ”

Chen Qishan put his arm on the table and supported his chin with one hand, "Tut...... With Chen Mengtian here, I am afraid that no one will be able to enter his eyes again. ”

This is true, after all, they have never seen a more beautiful person than Chen Mengtian, a more heart-warming person.

Zhu Ziyue smiled lightly, "Zebei is back, this seemingly peaceful capital, but in fact, the corrupt mixed forces are about to be reshuffled." ”

A gentle voice, devoid of emotion, just a faint statement.

After the words fell, he added the wine glass in his hand and brought it to his mouth, bringing the peach blossom brew with a faint aroma of wine to his mouth.

Chen Qishan was originally lazy, but after hearing Zhu Ziyue's words, his expression was rarely serious.

Back then, some cynical teenagers had matured, and there was a touch of sorrow and some depression between their eyebrows.

He matured too fast, and if Zhu Ziyue hadn't known him for a long time, he would have felt that this was a different person.

"Ziyue, I'm a little scared."

Chen Qishan made no secret of his fear.

Over the years, he has seen so much.

He believes that Jiang Zebei will succeed, and he believes that the other party will definitely stand at the height he wants.

But Chen Qishan was afraid, he was afraid of death, afraid of blood.

In the past few years, he has seen too much blood, and he has become numb.

If something goes wrong with his friends, or there are casualties, he is really afraid.

Jiang Zebei came to the capital, this is a battle between open and secret battles.

There will be casualties in the fighting, Chen Qishan is worried.

Zhu Ziyue raised his eyes, his dark eyes were deep, and the light inside was cold without the slightest temperature.

He spoke softly and comforted Chen Qishan, "Don't be afraid, we have survived for so many years, and we still have something to fear." ”

He lowered his eyes and quickly hid the faint pity for Chen Qishan that was about to appear.