Chapter 658

Weici received the hint from Yang Si. He thought about what he had just said, and the color of his cheeks faded.

It seems... I just said something I shouldn't have said.

He tried to open his mouth to change the topic, but his lips moved half a sound. He couldn't even say a word. It seemed that a pair of invisible hands held his throat and forced him to swallow the next words back to his stomach. An unspeakable feeling spread upward from the toes and rushed to the brain.

Jiang Pengji put her hands around her chest, half against the corridor column, and fell to Wei Ci's eyes with a kind of fierce examination.

Yang Simin keenly felt the change in the atmosphere and swallowed her saliva nervously. She always felt that the atmosphere between the two was a little strange.

Normally, Wei CI showed her loyalty and was overheard by the Lord. As the Lord, shouldn't she be happy?

Similarly, Wei CI is loyal and just heard by the client. Even if he is not shy, it can't be fear?

The result?

Yang Si felt as if he smelled something unusual.

Jiang Pengji took back her eyes and said to Wei Ci, "I happened to pass by. You continue to talk about you."

With that, she turned neatly.

At this time, Wei CI found that Jiang Pengji was wearing straw sandals instead of clogs. No wonder she walked like floating without any sound.

Until Jiang Pengji's figure disappeared in the field of vision, Wei Cicai stepped down his shoulders in frustration, and the two eyebrow peaks collapsed slightly.

He said weakly to Yang Si, "excuse me."

Yang Si wanted to make Wei CI fall, but he finally held back.

"What happened to you and your Lord?" Yang Si tangled for a while and gathered his eyebrows. "I see you and the Lord, it's strange."

Strange to say, it's a euphemism. Let's be more straightforward. Are the two secretly having an affair.

There was a cat tickling in his heart, tickling his heart.

Wei CI rubbed his eyebrows with a headache and held his eyes. "What's strange?"

Yang Si pinched his chin and glanced at Wei Ci from time to time, "Could it be that my guess was correct? Do you really have some ulterior and dirty thoughts about your Lord? Or does the Lord also mean that to you? Although men are popular now and the world doesn't have much resistance to this matter, you are six years apart and have a relationship between monarchs and ministers. It's hard to deal with..."

As he spoke, Yang Si rubbed his hands.

Weici was so angry that his head was smoking, and Yang Si had a bad idea.

"Otherwise, Zixiao, you'd better find someone to get married. If you're worried about your eight character destiny, you can also take a concubine. At least there's a woman around you. The harmony of yin and Yang is the right way. You don't go on a good waterway, but on a dry road... Although you're older than the Lord, you can't go up below. It's disrespectful. If you really want to force, won't you be down... Pain!" In the middle of Yang Si's words, Wei CI rewarded him with a not light but not heavy elbow. Yang Si was caught off guard and his face was tangled. "Sneak attack is shameless."

Wei Ci, with a ha ha, raised his eyebrows.

"Go to the martial arts field?"

What waterways and dry roads? This guy has a yellow accent. He doesn't know how to converge. He knows more than Fengzhen's prodigal son.

Although nine out of twenty Yang Si is still alone, his private life is also very rich.

Yang Si took a cold breath and showed his teeth.

"Just go. I'm kind enough to advise you. You don't know how to be grateful, but you're guilty..."

Today we have to teach Wei Ci to be a man!

When he arrived at the martial arts field, Yang Si took out his shoulder straps, rolled up his sleeves and drew his sword at Wei Ci, who also responded.

Before long, Jiang Pengji received the news that two counselors were fighting in the martial arts field.

Not only did Jiang Pengji listen silly, but the audience in the live studio were also stunned.

[orange flavored duck wings]: No... did I hear wrong? Why did Yang Si and Wei CI fight? Aren't they literati?

[spicy rabbit legs]: # pick your nose. Who told you that literati can't fight? Do you think the literati in this era are the same as those after the Song Dynasty in China, who can't carry their shoulders and hands? People learn all the six skills of a gentleman, and riding and shooting swordsmanship is also a required course.

[chicken feet with sauce flavor]: I think you have any misunderstanding about literati? Ancient literati are basically both literati and martial arts. For example, my idol Li Baida, a real swordsman and the Supreme Master of Wulin! You think, how chaotic ancient society was. People who were cheap and ridiculed could jump outside. How could they not fight? Or you'd have been pressed to death? So it's normal that they can fight.

[hillbilly]: shivering, upstairs, please don't mention it. As soon as I talk about Li Bai, I think of the fear of being dominated by Li Bai's big qinglianzi sword. At the time of opening up wasteland, there were three parallel swords every time, one of which was blown out, and Li Bai's great God picked 25 without breathing.

[three parallel swords]: No, are you all crooked? The kind beauty and Yang Si are fighting. Will they be all right?

At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room remembered the focus of the matter and summoned Jiang Pengji to solve the contradiction between the two people. Don't play good or bad.

Jiang Pengji, with a lazy expression without energy, lazily held her cheek.

"Two vegetable chickens peck at each other. What can happen?"

150000 audience: "

Heartbreaking, Lord!

Vegetable chicken

No, Wei Ci and Yang Si have gone through dozens of moves, and Yang Si narrowly won half of them.

He likes eating rather than exercising, so his fencing is naturally unfamiliar.

Even if Wei CI let out the water like a flood discharge, he was still tired and sweating.

After a fight, he gasped like a dog.

On the contrary, Wei Ci's face is not red and his heart does not jump... No, who is the sick child!

"Zixiao, you are honest and frank. What happened to you and the Lord?"

Weici put the sword back into its scabbard and said casually, "what can I have with her?"

"You're stubborn. You really think I'm watching with my two eyes? You're not the only smart man in the world. Other people's eyes are bright." Yang Si gasped for breath, and suddenly remembered his conversation with Jiang Pengji that day. He was earnest and sincere, "nothing is best. The Lord is young and uncertain. If you are curious about being a man for a while, you will be guilty. But I heard the LORD say that he seems to have a sweetheart."

After hearing this, Weici froze in his place. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and it was difficult to move a penny.

Sweetheart?

Yang Si went on and on, repeating Jiang Pengji's words that day, hoping to eliminate possible hidden dangers with reality.

Whether from the standpoint of the Lord or Weici, it is very dangerous for the two people to develop a relationship outside the monarch and minister.

First, Wei CI is six years older. The world will only say that the Lord is young and ignorant, that Wei CI is obsequious and flattering, that he is shameless and colludes with young people, and that his mind and nature are degenerate. Two people could have been king and Minister for a lifetime and passed on as a good talk. Why should they bear the eternal curse?

Second, the LORD already has a favorite girl in his heart. Wei CI can't stop now, and he won't even have to do it in the future.

Out of concern for his friends, Yang Si thought it better to kill the cradle whether the two people had this sign or not.

But... Why didn't it work?

At first, Wei Ci's face was still blue. With Yang Si's story, it gradually turned into shame and anger, with a thin red halo.

Yang Si: "

What seems to be wrong?