Chapter 374

Seeing this scene, Su Yunchu looked at Zhao Zhiyun silently. They all saw helplessness from their respective eyes. Song Lingxue blinked and looked at the changes of Yun and Chen's meeting from their excited and warm old friends. They felt very interesting.

So Chen's arrival pushed out a group of young people.

Song Lingxue asked Su Yunchu to take her to the capital city long ago. At this time, a Zhao Zhiyun with similar personality came, and she felt more open-minded. Not long after meeting Zhao Zhiyun, she was as excited as Chen and yuan. She even pulled Su Yunchu out and said she was taking song Lingxue to feel the characteristics of the capital.

The characteristics of the capital... Su Yunchu felt powerless.

In this way, on the capital street, there is a combination of these three people, two of whom are completely ten girls.

On the other teahouse, Murong yuan looked at the three girls in the crowd and focused on the girl who was not so loud, but with a faint smile on his face.

However, at this time, I heard a clear and moist voice, "Your Highness King Jing is so leisurely. Now the situation in Beiliang is tense. The Lord is so dazed watching the market on the teahouse."

Murong yuan turned his head, "son of song, are you admiring the king?"

"I can't talk about envy. I just feel that I'm a little disappointed by the king's speech. After all, Daxin's God of war once said to take the world as his own responsibility."

Hearing this, Murong yuan also shook his head slightly, "Prince song also disappointed the king. He thought Prince song should be a frank man, but he didn't want to be so duplicative..."

Two equally excellent men were playing this riddle when they first met. I'm afraid it would be very funny if outsiders saw it. Although song haoliu first met Murong yuan, he was as used to the name as Su Yunchu. Although he also saw those blue eyes for the first time, he had no waves on his face, After Murong yuan finished his words, he sat at the tea table and poured himself a cup of hot tea. He no longer played Tai Chi with Murong yuan. "If you want to marry Yunchu, I'm afraid you need some sincerity."

"Is the king's sincerity not enough?"

"In my early years, I heard that King Jing was very good at painting, and collected the three most precious paintings of the calligraphy and painting master Wudao of the previous dynasty. I have been longing for the three paintings all the time. I wanted to see them early in the morning, but unfortunately, I couldn't get them." song haoliu picked up the tea he had just poured, breathed a sigh at his mouth, and said this sentence before drinking it.

Murong yuan's eyes flashed slightly, "but the king has given ah Chu as a bride price for the three paintings."

Song haoliu didn't say anything, "I heard that the Lord has a Yao Qin in his hand. The sound is very clear and moist, which is enough to pop up the best rhythm of time."

Murongyuan listened to this, but he leaned slightly against the back of the chair. There was more casual laziness in his posture. "Young master song, I don't know. Outsiders thought he was selling his daughter."

Song haoliu only smiled at the corners of his mouth and continued, "Yunchu is not only the priceless treasure of the Song family, but also the priceless treasure in the south of the Yangtze River. If it is not Yunchu's intention, it is the king's love of the city and the country, it is just an empty payment."

Murong yuan did not refute this. The Song family is so important to Su Yunchu. Then, the Su family should naturally have this love for Su Yunchu.

"I understand." but I looked at Song haoliu, with firm eyes.

"In this way, I will not make any other assumptions. Otherwise, I wonder if the Lord has ever heard Yunchu say, 'the anger of the son of heaven lies in millions of corpses and thousands of miles of blood. The husband specializes in stabbing the king's staff and the comet strikes the moon; Nie Zheng stabs Han Guiye and Bai Hong runs through the sun; it is necessary to leave the stab and Qingji, and Cangying strikes the hall. These three sons are all men in cloth. They are not angry, and they rest and fall to the sky. If they are men, they will Anger and corpse subdue each other. They bleed five steps. The world is beautiful. Today is the same. Military generals attack the world with swords and literati kill the world with pens. '"