God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

He followed the young man in Huafu, standing with his servant.

However, he is incompatible with those who are inferior.

In this slightly cold weather, he was dressed thinly, his expression was slightly cold, and the temperament exuded from his body was not the same as those of the men next to him.

Princess Fuhua hosted a banquet, but in fact it was impossible to invite Qi Yu over.

Although he was the Seventh Prince of Jiang Country, after he was sent to Great Liang Country by his own country as a proton, his former noble status disappeared.

In name, it is a proton, but in fact it is no different from a prisoner.

The place where Qi Yu lives is very shabby, and there are guards watching him every day.

These princes and young masters dismissed him, often pulling him out in the name of various gatherings, but only to humiliate him severely.

The same is true today. Princess Fuhua didn't post to him at all, but the young master Wang Zheng took him out of the courtyard.

The guards who took care of Qiyu were only sent by Emperor Xiaozong to monitor him, and they had never ignored this kind of thing that he was being bullied.

Qi Yu’s gaze was taken back from Li Qinghuai’s body, even though he was far apart just now, but because of the strong internal strength of this body, he was also sensitive to his facial features. He looked at the fact that Li Qinghuai just wanted to use Ning Meng to suppress Bai Mingyue. The fundus.

Perhaps the words Ningmeng said just now are clever in the eyes of others, and they have avoided Li Qinghuai's trap.

But only Qi Yu knows that Ningmeng just had good luck, telling the truth.

Otherwise, just because of her silly character, if she knew that Li Qinghuai wanted to use her, she would have long been puffed up, her eyes rounded, and she would poke in her heart, thinking about how to put someone in a sack, so that she would not be the same In this way, the smile is so brilliant.

Qi Yu looked down, and a cold touch passed across his eyes.

Even if Ningmeng was lucky this time, she escaped.

However, he still would not let Li Qinghuai go.

Wang Zheng, who was walking in the front, also saw the group of princes and young masters who were gathered in front of him with a smile on their faces, as well as the lavishly dressed official ladies.

Wang Zhengyuguang glanced at Qiyu, which was half a step behind him, and a touch of displeasure flashed across his eyes.

If it weren't for bringing him over, how could he be so late.

Wang Zheng thought more and more angry, and he was about to walk in front of everyone when he saw it. Wang Zheng made a sudden plan. He suddenly slowed down and stretched out his foot when Qiyu was about to walk up.

If Qi Yu fell to the ground in front of so many people here, then everyone would not pay attention to the fact that he was late!

Qi Yu looked at Wang Zheng's feet stretched out in front of him, a sharp look across his eyes, using his own way to cure his body, directly raised his feet and stepped heavily on them, and turned his feet to face Wang Zheng. kick.

Wang Zheng couldn't defend himself, "Ah", his whole figure crooked, and he fell directly to the ground.

Everyone who was talking and laughing was startled by Wang Zheng's voice. When they turned their heads, they saw Wang Zheng who had fallen to the ground.

Young Master Zhang has always been at odds with Wang Zheng. When he saw this, he immediately laughed unceremoniously: "Hahahahaha, Wang Zheng, what are you doing? People come when they come, too. Don't give us such a big gift!"