When Zhao Rong looked over, he saw this sika deer. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that although this Huaqing Ge was called Wushuang Young Master, there was also an elegant name called Qinglu Young Master. This sky-blue deer is probably the representative of this Huaqing Ge.

He smiled slightly and looked at Hua Qingge and said, "When did Mr. Hua receive this invitation?"

Hua Qingge seemed to have not heard the question in Zhao Rong's words. He looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Young Master Zhao, haven't you seen a white pigeon flying out of my yard? This invitation is carried on the white pigeon."

Zhao Rong really didn't ask anything else. After all, this matter was a private matter of Hua Qingge. What he was curious about was only one thing, such as why did Hua Qingge have this invitation?

His eyes betrayed the question he wanted to ask. Hua Qingge looked at his eyes and smiled and said, "Young Master, I am the number one on the young master list. Hua Qingge, the unparalleled young master, no matter what literary meeting these literati and poets hold, if they do not send me an invitation, no matter what kind of person he is, he will be considered a second-class literary meeting or one-class literary meeting."

When he said this, there was a shiny light in his eyes, as if this kind of pride was enough to show his pride to everyone. Of course, the fact is indeed like this, and he can show his pride to everyone.

But Zhao Rong always felt a little strange, for example, he felt that this young master of the Qing Dynasty, Gehua, was not proud of himself, but also proud of someone else.

However, this honor belongs to Huaqing Ge. This makes people feel very strange.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and smiled, then looked up at Hua Qingge and said, "Young Master Hua is indeed too proud, but with your ability, you can be so proud."

Hua Qingge smiled slightly. He always took the praises to praise Wushuang Gongzi without any modesty, and then hid them in his heart and slowly tasted them.

Zhao Rong looked at Hua Qingge's smile and smiled kindly, then looked at Hua Qingge and said, "Young Master Hua thought we should go?"

Hua Qingge raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Go, of course, go, why not? I want to see what Qian Qianyi is doing."

Zhao Rong looked at Hua Qingge's face and smiled slightly. He felt the same way. He also wanted to know what tricks did Lord Qian Qianyi, who was known as one of the three major leaders in the literary world, have to deal with him.

He waited.

After this matter was said, Zhao Rong was about to return to his yard, but Zhao She called out again and said, "Rong'er, your grandfather said he had found a teacher for you, and you were secretly protecting you. If you want to get his approval, then you must work hard."

After hearing this, Zhao Rong remembered that he once asked his grandfather for a teacher who could hand him over to his martial arts. He had no news for so long, and he thought he could not find it or had forgotten it, but he didn't expect that his grandfather would still remember this.

He smiled and nodded, then looked at Zhao She and said, "Okay father, I will pay attention. If there is nothing else, I will go to rest."

Zhao She nodded, and then didn't say anything, just let Zhao Rong go out.

After he went out, the temperature in the hall suddenly became cold. Zhao She looked at Hua Qingge who was standing by the side as if he didn't feel the air conditioner and said, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be the unparalleled young master Hua Qingge?"

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Zhao She could see that he was not the real Huaqing Ge, but he was that person after all. He calmed down and looked at Zhao She and said, "What does the Duke of China mean? Why do you say that I am not the real Huaqing Ge?"

Zhao She sneered and looked at the fake Hua Qingge and said, "You disguised it very much, but there are always flaws. I just want to know what happened to you as Hua Qingge?"

The man saw Zhao She's affirmation and immediately stopped disguising himself. He gently tore off a human skin mask from his face, and then looked at Zhao She and said, "I really want to know how you see that I am not Qingge, after all, my friends with him have never seen it."

Zhao She narrowed his eyes. He knew that this person was the one who was following Hua Qingge, but why did he pretend to be Hua Qingge? He looked at the fake Hua Qingge and said, "How did I know you don't have to worry, I just want to know what happened to you pretending to be Hua Qingge and come to my Ningguo Duke's Mansion? Don't ask me for a fourth time, otherwise the consequences are not something you can bear."

The man smiled slightly and looked at Zhao She and said, "I guess Duke Ning can let me live and explain the reason clearly. You know who I am. In fact, I did not lie. I came to Jinling City to make sure that I was to cooperate with the young master to avenge my revenge. Except that I am not really Monday, I did not tell any other lies."

Zhao She knew that what the young man in front of him was true, because he knew who the person in front of him was, because he looked so similar to his father, he was exactly the same.

He looked at the young man in front of him and said, "Are you here to avenge your parents?"

Hua Qingge nodded and shook his head before saying, "I am here to avenge my parents, but I am not only avenge my parents, but also Monday's revenge."

Zhao She was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what the original Huaqingge had to do with the third prince Zhu. He looked at the fake Huaqingge curiously and said, "Monday's hatred? Does that Wushuang have any hatred with the third prince Zhu?"

Hua Qingge sneered, then said, "Duke Ning Guo, I ask you, do you think he looks good on Monday?"

Zhao She seemed to understand something. He nodded with a little emotion and said, "Young Master Wushuang is really worthy of being Wushuang. His appearance is also unparalleled in the world, especially his cold temperament, just like the bright moon immortal above the nine heavens."

Seeing this, Hua Qingge did not continue to talk, because he knew that Duke Ning had already known what the so-called hatred was, and he did not want to continue to talk, because he felt that this was a blasphemy to his Monday.

He shook his head, then looked at Zhao She and said, "If Duke Ning Guo is fine, I will go back. Today is Monday's death day."

Zhao She nodded in the capital, oh "Sad"

Hua Qingge turned his head and left. He didn't need other people's comfort, because he had been comforted by God over the years. Those who killed his parents and those who killed him on Monday would definitely make them pay their blood debts.

That's enough.
Chapter completed!