It's a male voice.

The voice is as gentle as jade.

The so-called hearing advocate... Hearing this voice, Yun Wanning could imagine the owner of the voice in his mind. He must be as gentle as jade and polite.

Master?

Don't the rumors say that Mr. Xuanshan has no apprentices?!

Liu Dawen pretended to be Mr. Xuanshan's apprentice and deceived him, and even became a prisoner of the Qin Dynasty.

Now that he has been exposed, he is still being imprisoned in a prison, waiting for Mo Zongran to be punished!

But right now, no one should have the courage to pretend to be his apprentice in front of Mr. Xuanshan, right?

"Hey! My dear disciple, you are back!"

When Mr. Xuanshan saw the person, he quickly let go of Yun Wanning and ran over happily. The speed was faster than the 100-meter sprint, and Yun Wanning only felt a gust of wind blowing around him.

Her hair was rolled up high, and Mr. Xuanshan turned into an afterimage and disappeared before her eyes.

She turned around quickly.

I saw Mr. Xuanshan hugging the visitor into his arms, "Good disciple! What did you bring back to Master this time?"

Sure enough, he is his apprentice?!

The visitor was carrying a backpack and was hugged by Mr. Xuanshan until he could not breathe.

Then he pushed him away and took off the backpack, "Master, I brought you the most famous Qiushuang wine in Beijun."

"Autumn frost wine?!"

Mr. Xuanshan’s eyes shone brightly, “This is the most famous wine in Bei County!”

After getting the wine, the good disciple no longer smelled good. Mr. Xuanshan happily walked back with the wine jar in his arms.

Yun Wanning looked at his good disciple seriously.

I saw that he was as long as jade, with a handsome face, and was wearing a plain robe. His brows and eyes exuded a warm aura, as if he was really a piece of jade with a gentle texture.

He packed up his backpack, noticed Yun Wanning's gaze, and looked up...

He was stunned for a moment when he saw that it was a girl he had never met before.

Then he nodded politely.

Oh my god!

This temperament is simply Yun Wanning's favorite one!

She is gone!

After just one glance from him, Yun Wanning shouted crazily in her heart: Beautiful man! This is what you call a handsome man! That bitch Mo Ye is nothing but a bird!

Regardless of the quarrel with Mr. Xuanshan just now, she quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Who is this?!"

"My apprentice."

"Aren't you going to introduce me?"

Yun Wanning's fingers quietly grasped his arm under his sleeve.

Mr. Xuanshan was in pain, his old face wrinkled up, "Come, let me introduce you to each other!"

"Come here Ziyu."

Ziyu?!

Oh my god, it’s fatal!

This name suits her so well!

"Ziyu, this is Princess Ming of the capital, Yun Wanning."

Mr. Xuanshan endured Yun Wanning's pinching pain and introduced with a grin, "Girl Ning, this is my only close disciple, Song Ziyu."

Surname Song?

This last name sounds so nice!

But what did Mr. Xuanshan say when he introduced her just now?

She is Princess Ming of Beijing?!

Doesn’t this tell Song Ziyu that she is already a woman?!

Absolutely not!

Yun Wanning was about to speak when she saw Song Ziyu had already bowed his hands to her politely, "Ziyu has met Princess Ming."

"..."

Yun Wanning's head was covered with black lines, and she couldn't help but pinch Mr. Xuanshan again, "Hehehe, hello, Mr. Song. Why have I never heard that Mr. Xuanshan has an apprentice?"

"Ziyu travels around all year round and rarely comes back to accompany his master."

Song Ziyu explained.

Yun Wanning was really intoxicated by this good voice.

Mr. Xuanshan pushed Yun Wanning's hand away with difficulty and rubbed the arm that was pinched by her, "Ziyu, you go in first and put the things down."

"Yes, Master."

Song Ziyu knew that Mr. Xuanshan must have something to say to Yun Wanning, so he walked away obediently.

"How is it? My apprentice?"

Mr. Xuanshan raised his eyebrows and looked at Yun Wanning with a proud look on his face.

Yun Wanning looked away and nodded wildly, "You're so upright! He's so handsome!"

Mr. Xuanshan: “Huh??”

"Ah, nothing."

Yun Wanning came back to her senses, "By the way, did you really not think about it anymore about going down the mountain just now? I saw you were lonely and lonely, and you tied a chicken to bask in the sun with you. You are obviously lonely, empty and cold."

"There are too many old ladies down the mountain, and they all have sweet mouths. Are you really not considering going down the mountain?"

She still doesn't give up.

Just now he was about to leave in anger, but after seeing Song Ziyu...

Yun Wanning tried every means to get Mr. Xuanshan down the mountain, and it would be best to take away his disciple Song Ziyu as well.

Although she is already married to Mo Ye.

But it’s good to keep Song Ziyu next to you for some eye candy!

It is said that appreciating beauty helps to maintain a good mood.

If you can’t get started, just take a look.

Mr. Xuanshan frowned, "Am I that kind of person?"

"You really don't want to think about it?"

Yun Wanning secretly thought, if this old man doesn't agree, she will bring an old lady up tomorrow and trick him down the mountain!

"Is there really an old lady with a sweet mouth down the mountain?"

Mr. Xuanshan expressed that he was a little tempted.

Yun Wanning suddenly laughed.

She knew it!

"Of course!"

"But how come I heard that there is a lyric called: The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger. If you encounter it, you must avoid it?"

Mr. Xuanshan expressed his doubts.

Yun Wanning was good at tempting, "That's because the woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger, not the old lady at the foot of the mountain is a tiger! I have lived in the capital for more than 20 years, can I still lie to you?"

"Right."

Mr. Xuanshan glanced at her and said thoughtfully.

Yun Wanning: "..."

What does his look mean?

Are you saying she is a tiger?!

Just when he was about to get angry, Song Ziyu came out and said, "Master, it's getting late, can you have lunch? I'll make it for you whatever you want to eat."

“Roast Chicken!”

Mr. Xuanshan answered without thinking.

“What is Roast Chicken Gong?”
To be continued...