In the hall, Mo Huai, Lan Feng and Ruo Qingya heard the respectful and patient explanation of the waiter beside them. Lan Feng and Mo Huai's brows couldn't help but frown tightly together.

"Why do we change the bar, Plato, Rafi?" the waiter asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Lan Feng smiled slightly, raised his head, and looked at Mo Huai with a smile. A faint voice came from his mouth: "I wonder what Mr. Mo thought?"

After hearing Lan Feng's question, Mo Huai's brow frowned slightly. Although Lan Feng was actually asking a simple question about drinking, how could he not understand the meaning hidden in Lan Feng's words with his intelligence?

Now that the bottle of wine is in the hands of that man, wouldn’t Lan Feng ask him this to express his opinion?

After pondering for a moment, Mo Huai made a decision in his heart, and a hint of heroic voice came from his mouth: "For so many years, there is not a drink that Mo Huai wants to drink."

"Since he is inside, let's go and have a look. What do you think of Qingya?" Mo Huai turned his head and looked at Ruo Qingya with a smile on his face.

"I think, why don't we just stop drinking?"

Ruo Qingya hesitated for a moment and said, but she still didn't want Lan Feng and Mo Huai to be involved in a dangerous storm because of a bottle of wine.

"How can this work?"

Lan Feng smiled and shook his head: "Last time I drank your treasured bottle of Romaniconti, and this time I happened to give you back. Push me and follow the bad ones, let's go!"

As Lan Feng's words fell, Mo Huai smiled slightly and took the lead in walking forward.

Ruo Qingya hesitated for a moment and pushed Lan Feng to follow closely.

In a corner not far away, a man looked at Ruo Qingya's back as she pushed Lan Feng away, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

...

Tongquetai, in Tongque Tower.

The sound of the piano was lingering, and a group of women in ancient costumes danced dances gracefully in the loft hall. Combined with the pure classical decorative style around them, it was full of indescribable antique atmosphere, making people unsurprisingly return to the bedroom of the ancient emperor.

In the center of the front of the hall is an ancient dragon bed with golden 5555,m.︽.co±m. On the bed, a man wearing only a white bathrobe was half lying on the bed, with his elbows on the bed, and his chin was holding his hands. He looked at the graceful figures in the hall leisurely and relaxedly, with his face full of enjoyment, especially when his eyes touched the beautiful woman in a big red robe leading the dance, he always smiled slightly.

The man looked extremely weird, with long hair and fair face. If it weren't for his fair neck, there was no doubt that he was a stunning beauty, and people called him the prince.

On one side of the hall, a fairy wearing a light green robe with long painted black hair, like a fairy descending to the earth, was posing a guqin in front of her. The lingering sound of the piano was played under the touch of her white and slender fingers.

When the sound of the piano stopped and after the song was finished, a strong smile appeared on the man's face, and he couldn't help but clap his hands and applauded: "You dance well and play well. I have a lot of rewards!"

As the prince's words fell, he grabbed the mattress behind him, and he grabbed a handful of gold and threw it out.

"Crazy..."

The golden gold rolled all over the ground, refracting a dazzling light on the ground.

"Thank you, Your Highness,"

Seeing this, the dancers quickly bowed and picked up the gold falling from the ground. Only the woman in the red robe who was leading the dance and the woman in the green robe who was playing the piano smiled slightly, unmoved, and a respectful voice came from their mouths.

"Da Qiao and Qiao stay, let's go all the others." The prince waved his hand and said impatiently.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The dancers retreated respectfully.

In the quaint hall, only the prince, Da Qiao and Qiao were left.

"The broken halberd is still sand and iron has not been removed, and it will be washed and recognized by the previous dynasty. The east wind will not be with Zhou Lang, and the bronze bird will be locked in the deepest locks of the two Qiaos."

"At that time, Cao Cao thought about Da Qiao Qiao, today let me come and taste the taste of you Da Qiao Qiao Qiao." The prince's eyes swept across Da Qiao and Qiao's graceful figure. A faint smile appeared on his strange face. He pointed to Romani Conte, who was placed on the side of the 1990s, and said with a smile: "Come on, serve me first to drink."

"Abide by the order!"

Hearing the prince's words, Da Qiao and Qiao both bowed slightly and spoke in unison.

Then they each sat next to the prince with red wine and wine glasses, one on the left and one on the right.

We have to admit that Da Qiao and Qiao are indeed beautiful and charming. Whether they are their actions or smiles, they are full of elegance, just like the beauties of ancient times.

The reason why Tongquetai is so famous has a lot to do with them. After all... in this era, it is difficult to find such a pure ancient costume beauties no matter where they are, and the Tongque Tower of Tongquetai can indeed give people an emperor-like enjoyment.

Looking at the two ancient beauties beside him, the prince showed a strong smile on his face. He stretched out his hands to hug them in his arms, hugged them left and right, so cool and happy, his heart was filled with a strong sense of accomplishment, and a heroic voice came from his mouth: "This is Romaniconti from 1990, come and have a drink, let you taste it."

"Let's leave it to us to do the drinking."

At this moment, a faint voice quietly resounded in the hall.

As the sound rang out, Lan Feng, Ruo Qingya, Mo Huai and the other two walked in slowly and appeared in the hall.

Looking at the Lan Feng who walked in, Ruo Qingya and the other two, the smile on the prince's face disappeared, his brows frowned without a trace, his eyes fell on Lan Feng, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "What are you doing?"

As for Mo Huai, he was completely ignored by the prince.

"I'll get my wine."

Lan Feng smiled at the prince and said lightly.

"Your wine?"

Hearing Lan Feng's words, a playful smile appeared on the prince's face. He took the bottle of 1990 Romaniconte from Qiao's hand, and the playful and joking voice came from his mouth: "Is it yours?"

"That's right."

Lan Fengtou replied.

"Ha ha……"

Hearing Lan Feng's words, the prince couldn't help laughing loudly, and a arrogant voice came from his mouth: "Just because of your current disabled appearance, you are fighting with me for wine. Do you think you are worthy?"

"Only you know this problem."

Lan Feng said expressionlessly: "Give me the wine and apologize to me. I can leave it alone for what has happened this time."

"Don't blame me? Haha...Who do you think you are?"

The prince hugged Da Qiao Qiao and laughed wildly: "I hope you will pursue it."

"It seems that you don't seem willing to cooperate."

Lan Feng looked cold and authentic.

"Cooperate? Why do I need to cooperate with you? What qualifications do you have now?" The prince looked at Lan Feng as if he was looking at a dead dog: "With your half-dead body, you ran to the palace's place to disturb my good mood. I see that you are a little impatient to live."

"Of course, if you really want this bottle of wine or want me to apologize to you, you can kneel down and beg me. Maybe if I feel in a good mood, I will consider it." The prince said with a playful look on his face.

Then he turned his head and his eyes fell on Mo Huai, and a teasing voice came from his mouth: "Oh, who is this man? It turns out that he is the handsome guy from the Mo family. Why? What about these people who want to come here to be my concubine?"

"Puff..."

Hearing the prince's words, Mo Huai staggered, almost spurted out an old mouthful of blood, widened his eyes, and looked at the prince with disbelief.

Damn it... I haven't seen you for so long, when did this guy taste so heavy?

Ruo Qingya looked at the prince and Mo Huai with a strange look on her face. When she saw Mo Huai's expression, she almost laughed out loud.

"Mom, dead shemale, you haven't seen each other for so many years, your taste is really heavier."

Mo Huai came to his senses and said in a cold voice.

"Didn't I have this taste when I saw you?" The prince stretched out his white palm, pinched a flower-picking finger, and said to Mo Huai with a affectionate look on his face.

Mo Huai's face turned black and blue at this moment, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable all over his body. Angry cursing sounded from his mouth: "Damn it, dead shemale, get out of here! Get the wine for me quickly."

"Haha, my handsome guy, just come to my side if you want to drink and come to me? Why do you have to bring it to you?" The prince stretched out his flower-picking finger and blinked at Mo Huai.

"Damn..."

Mo Huai felt extremely uncomfortable, his stomach felt like he was rumbling, and he could no longer bear it. He rushed out of the hall quickly and had to find a place to vomit.

"It is worthy of being the prince of Kyoto. Being able to withdraw the Mo family in a few words is really eye-opening."

Lan Feng stared at the prince, and a faint voice came from his mouth.

"Haha, the award is too much worse than the Blue Madman named Kyoto."

The prince teased and spoke.

But soon he restrained the smile on his face, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "Okay, now there are only two of us here, and the accounts between us should be almost done."

As the prince's words fell, he patted his palm gently.

As the crisp slap sounded, a bodyguard wearing golden armor, holding a big knife and a spear walked out of the room on both sides of the dragon bed behind the prince, and then surrounded Lan Feng and Ruo Qingya, exuding a powerful murderous intent.

"I originally asked them to perform a fighting scene before. But now... I don't have to act anymore."

"Because...you just need to fight now!"
Chapter completed!