A charming curve appeared on the corner of Ai Muli's mouth, and then she stood up slowly.

Feng Qiwu next to him also stood up.

The man in the black robe in the left robe immediately said, "Young Master Feng, my master only saw Miss Ai!"

Feng Qiwu's eyes suddenly became cold, as cold as ice, which made the man in the black robe in the left tremble for a moment.

"Please don't be surprised by Mr. Feng. My master has never seen any visitors, just because Miss Ai is the daughter of my master's old friend! I hope Mr. Feng will forgive me!"[

Ai Muli knew that no matter what, the other party would not let Feng Qiwu go with him.

She showed Feng Qiwu a reassuring look. After Feng Qiwu had considered it for a while before agreeing, she followed the man in the black robe on the left.

The man in the black robe in the left led her through a corridor and came to the gate of the One Month Cave.

The two words "Shuiyue" are written on the forehead of Yuedong Gate, made of red glass, with vigorous brushwork. You can tell at a glance that it was written by a famous artist.

After passing through the Yue Cave Gate, we came to a quiet flower path. The flower path was covered with pebbles and bamboos were erected on both sides.

The flower path leads to the front of a magnificent but elegant house.

The man in the black robe gently pushed open the door of the room and said respectfully to Ai Muli: "Please come in."

Ai Muli glanced at him and walked into the door. Then, he heard a "ga" sound from behind, and the door closed.

Frowning slightly, Ai Muli did not go forward to confirm whether the door was closed to death, but looked at the room.

The room is huge, misty, the fragrant wind is like fog, and the snow-white gauze curtains at the window are like misty clouds and smoke, blown away by the breeze into wisps like flowers.

Every object inside seems ordinary, but it is extremely exquisite, whether it is the gauze curtain, the imperial concubine's couch, the dressing table, and the edged bronze mirror...

The rouge and water powder on the dressing table is very complete, and it seems that the owner of this room is a woman.

So that is to say, the owner of the man in the black robe on the left and right is a woman?!

"You are here!"

But it was completely different from what Ai Muli thought. A thick and gentle male voice rang behind her.

Ai Muli turned around suddenly and saw a man in a pure black robe walking towards him step by step along the sunshine, and then stood still when she was quarantined one meter away.

The man looks about thirty-seven or eight years old, with a strong face, a pair of thick black and straight eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, and is a very mature and beautiful man.

His body was extremely tall, and Ai Muli had to raise his head to look at him.

"Are you Yan'er's daughter?" As he said that, the man suddenly felt very dissatisfied and hugged Ai Muli forward.[

Ai Muli was stunned for a moment, then raised his right hand and slapped the man's chest with force.

The man was unprepared and was taken back several steps by Ai Muli!

"Dare you dare to hit me?" the man shouted coldly.

Ai Muli looked at him like the ice in the winter moon, and she was stern, "You dare to hug me!"

The arrogant aura made the man stunned for a moment.

"Your Yan'er's daughter!" The man said it for granted, and it seemed that he should be hugging it for granted.

"So what!" Ai Mulihao asked bluntly.

The man raised his eyebrows and said with a laugh: "It's really her daughter, and even her tone is exactly the same. In the Liangji City, only she would talk to me so boldly."

A disdainful smile spread across Ai Muli's lips and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!