Manager Zhao's voice came from outside the house: "Master, the imperial concubine has a distinguished guest."

Ye Fengya and Leng Rutong looked at each other. There were only a few distinguished guests who could be called distinguished guests by Manager Zhao. Ye Fengya replied lightly: "Please come in."

Leng Rutong sat upright, staring at the door with her eyes looking forward to the arrival of the distinguished guests. She felt a little bored while hibernating at home every day, so she could come and have a few people who could play.

Ye Fengya clenched her fists tightly, her eyes showing murderous intent. Xiang Zhujiu was really afraid that the world would not be in chaos! Looking at Tong'er's face, could she be really unlucky this time?

"No...I will definitely not agree." Ye Fengya hurriedly spoke first.

"Hahahahaha, you are the groom and he is the bride. Don't the imperial concubine find it quite interesting?" Xia Qinghuan smiled aside with a trembling smile.

Leng Rutong immediately sat upright: "Exchange identities?"

Xiang Zhujiu looked at Xia Qinghuan nervously: "Huan'er, don't listen to her nonsense. I thought this painting must be useful, so I stayed here. This proves that my husband has always had the vision of doing business."

"You are going to take my life for a painting. You are so cruel." Xiang Zhujiu still smiled. Xia Qinghuan turned around and stood beside him, protecting the scroll with both hands and smiling: "You should be more at ease. The Lord's martial arts are the best in the world, and it is easy to kill you with a slap."

"Oh...what's the benefit, let's talk about it." Leng Rutong immediately turned against him when she heard it.

Xiang Zhujiu squinted his eyes and smiled evilly: "This gift is not for free. You have to agree to a request from me before I can give it."

Xiang Zhujiu stood up, raised his hand, and opened the scroll down. Leng Rutong suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she finally knew what it was.

Leng Rutong took it over and saw the kiln in the Kingdom of Heaven? "Are you that madam? Disguised?" Leng Rutong stretched out her hand and grabbed her face and observed it. No, although the madam was very charming, she could tell her age on her face and had to cover it with thick powder.

Ye Fengya raised her head and looked at Xiang Zhujiu: "Apart from this, I promise you any request. Aren't you doing business? Isn't you reducing the taxes of your ten cities and Ye Ge City by 50%."

"It's okay, if he kills me, this painting will be spread all over the yellowed plains in exchange..." Xiang Zhujiu reached out with a leisurely look on his face and took the chair under his butt and sat down. He held Xia Qinghuan in his arms, looked at Ye Fengya and said, "How is it, do you want to continue fighting or discuss it well?"

Ye Fengya gritted her teeth, looked at the man who was painting the upper half of Luo with a pair of glass eyes, and the flames burst out in her eyes. She dared to touch his pupils, but she didn't discuss it even if she was a brother.

Leng Rutong sighed and looked at Ye Fengya sympathetically: "Husband, although you feel wronged, you will suffer. But as long as you don't mind, I really don't mind my body being looked at by others."

But Xia Qinghuan's face is so tender that it can squeeze out water. What a powerful disguise technique.

Xia Qinghuan laughed loudly and pulled out an agreement from her sleeve: "You six, I four."

Leng Rutong smiled softly: "I will definitely not be petty when I send you my brother."

"You can rest assured that the gift we gave was very simple. I hope you can exchange identities on the day of your wedding." Xiang Zhujiu expressed his request in Ye Fengya's warning.

Leng Rutong laughed, "I didn't expect that this painting of the Ninth Prince has been there for so many years. It seems that the Ninth Prince was really interested in me back then."

Xiang Zhujiu shook his head: "There is no way, the old monster Poison Saint is missing nothing and is not interested in anything. I really don't know what the stubbornness is to be able to fall in love with your son."

Xiang Zhujiu smiled and let go of Xia Qinghuan, sat down on the chair next to him: "Your one is even more." He replied to Leng Rutong's teasing.

"If the old poison doesn't like my son, my life will be gone." Ye Fengya frowned slightly. Could it be that there is no other way to steal his son back?

Xiaobi served hot tea, and Leng Rutong retracted into Ye Fengya's arms thoughtfully. Ye Fengya glanced at Zhujiu lightly: "I was thinking about going to find you, is there any way to exchange my son back?" Ye Hao couldn't attend his wedding with Tong'er.

Ye Fengya became more and more unwilling to accept it, "Think about it quickly, is there anything that the old poison is in urgent need?" Ye Fengya started to play tricks on her. If anyone in this world had something that the Poison Saint needed, the only thing that could be Xiang Zhujiu.

He is just such a son, why is he always robbed by others? He has lived so old that he can count the days he has been by his side.

Xia Qinghuan slapped him on the forehead: "Are you reincarnated by a copper coin in your previous life? The family's money is enough for dozens of lives to spend, and you have to clear the bill every day. I'm so tired that I want so much money to do, and I don't need to play the unified yellowing plain."

"Stop keeping it aside, what is drawn on it?" Ye Fengya asked directly.

Xiang Zhujiu waved his hand quickly: "Leng Rutong, I have never done anything, don't talk nonsense." Two eyes shot at him, one was Ye Fengya's coldness and the other was Xia Qinghuan's hatred. Xiang Zhujiu said helplessly: "Leng Rutong, the matter I want to discuss with Brother Ye is good for you, you should consider whether to destroy it."

Leng Rutong suddenly realized and nodded: "So you have to hide in Zhujiu for so many years."

Leng Rutong and Ye Fengya immediately looked at each other and saw how the couple's gift was so cautious.

Ye Fengya's forehead was twitching, and she frowned and threw herself into Leng Rutong's arms and shook her coquettishly: "Tong'er, don't follow them, they are messing with your husband, I, we must be united in the outside world, you can't turn your elbows out."

"Tong'er..." Ye Fengya called out helplessly, hugging her tightly with both hands: "Don't mess with him. Be careful not to know if you get on the pirate ship."

"No, I can't find what he needs if you force me, so you don't have to hurry. If the old poison accepts him as his apprentice, he will turn him into a poisonous baby at most." Xiang Zhujiu drank tea leisurely and then put it down and smiled with a wicked smile on his face: "I'm here this time, I've prepared a big gift."

Faced with Leng Rutong's surprise, Xia Qinghuan laughed again: "It's not a disguise technique, I was infected with a gush... I got thirty years old all night."

Xiang Zhujiu held her with a big palm, walked in with a smile, and rubbed Xia Qinghuan's hand: "Didn't your wife be frozen?"

Without thinking, he stood up and slashed at Xiang Zhujiu with a palm. Fortunately, Xiang Zhujiu reacted quickly, so he put away the painting and threw it to Xia Qinghuan, and turned over and avoided his attack.

After all, Ye Fengya is easy to deal with. Leng Rutong, a woman with a thief, is really unbearable.

Leng Rutong felt a little familiar with Xia Qinghuan's friendly gesture. This should be the first time she and Xia Qinghuan officially met, but why did she feel comfortable with her, especially where did she see that pair of eyes?

The foreign grandmother was raising a strange smirk towards Zhujiu and took out a scroll from his sleeve: "You two will definitely like this after reading it."

Xiang Zhujiu is a businessman after all, and playing Ye Fengya is fun, but he was also moved by such a big benefit. He blinked and looked at Xia Qinghuan: "Madam, this is so confusing."

Xia Qinghuan's words woke Xiang Zhujiu up, and he immediately shook his head: "Yes, why do I want so much money? The Lord of Ye Sheng Dynasty can't buy it even if he spends tens of lifetimes." 13acv.

After a while, two figures flashed in. Before entering the door, Xiang Zhujiu heard the voice: "I heard that you two are going to get married. Look at how loyal I am as a brother, I rushed over because the cold weather was cold."

"What kind of politeness do you give me so proud of you?" Ye Fengya asked in a ventilated manner, grabbed Leng Rutong's hand and whispered in her ear: "If it is strange, don't accept it."

As soon as he said this, Xia Qinghuan laughed from the side and said, "It's indeed a great gift."

Xiang Zhujiu was wearing a big red robe, followed by the stunning beauty Xia Qinghuan. This was the first time Leng Rutong saw Xia Qinghuan. She was wearing a light pink dress and a luxurious fox fur. Her beautiful face was blown a little red because she was rushing to the road. There was only a white jade hairpin on her head. Although it was just a white jade hairpin, when she saw that the color was brighter than the silver outside the house, she knew that it was extraordinary.

Leng Rutong patted his head with a sneer: "Husband, don't worry, I will remember to come back if I turn my arm out. Do you want to see my paintings spread to the yellowed plains?"

Leng Rutong turned her head and looked at him with a snicker: "Husband, you said we are a grand wedding at least, and we can't be as constant as other people's marriages. I think your body must look good in a wedding dress, and it will definitely be more stunning and charming than mine. We decided so happily."

Xia Qinghuan shook her head, looked at Leng Rutong with black eyes, and then smiled.

Ye Fengya couldn't hear the threatening meaning in his words, so she had to tighten her hands and asked angrily: "What do you want?"

Ye Fengya was full of anger: "Xiang Zhujiu, hurry up and hand it over to spare you."

"Sit quickly and sit quickly." Leng Rutong stood up and walked up to pull Xia Qinghuan's hand: "Stop rubbing, just like her martial arts master, can still be afraid of the cold wind being frozen."

Leng Rutong arranged Xia Qinghuan to sit down, and a pair of Jianshui pupils stared at her: "Have we seen it before?"

"It's nonsense. I was an unpopular weak lady back then. How could you know that you still touched me that night..." Leng Rutong said lightly.

Leng Rutong frowned slightly. She and Ye Fengya were not people who like painting. Even if the painting was made of a celestial immortal, they would not love it if the celestial immortal could become a living person. What does he mean by saying so affirmatively?

Ye Fengya glared at Zhujiu angrily: "Remember it for me." He will definitely get this hatred back ten times.

"Husband, I'll forget it after thinking about it. This is so aggrieved you." Leng Rutong saw that he seemed to have made up his mind and said obediently, but in fact she was already happy.

Ye Fengya rubbed her head indulgently: "If I say forget it, you will not be disappointed. Wear a wedding dress. A man is not afraid of wearing a wedding dress!"
Chapter completed!