Mr. Huo would not believe her words. If she knew how to write the word "subtleness" then there would be a ghost.

Yue Qingqing faced his endless contempt and continued: "I just hope that Mr. Huo will support me when he sees Xuan Wuqing asking for trouble for me!"

Fortunately, Mr. Huo was prepared for a long time, otherwise he would have to vomit blood by being angry.

How do I know when Xuan Wuqing will cause trouble for you? You still have to be by your side to protect you? What is this not a guard?

"Grandpa Huo, Xiaoxuan looks forward to you!" Yue Xiaoxuan looked serious and patted his shoulder with a small hand.

Mr. Huo suddenly had the urge to cry. He didn't want to be optimistic. He wanted to see the door, he wanted to be pure, he wanted to be free and free...

But he was so mean to collect the pills!

One night passed by Mr. Huo’s infinite regret.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone down, and the gate of Nanfeng Academy was bustling with people.

"Did you hear that? The main person in Wuqing Pavilion is here!"

"Of course I know, it must have come for Your Highness Chen!"

"It is said that the Lord of Wuqing Pavilion is the number one beauty in Xuanyue Continent, with a strong background and high talent, and only she can match His Highness Shangchen!"

"That's right, Yue Qingqing will definitely be in trouble!"

...

The news spread so quickly. If it weren't for the intentional one, the fool wouldn't believe it.

At this moment, a pleasant sound of flute suddenly sounded in the sky, and everyone subconsciously looked up.

But we saw four young women holding jade flutes from far to near. They were dressed in white clothes, and a pink ribbon on their waists embroidered with white thread to embroider the unique logo of Wuqing Pavilion. They were flying in the air like walking on the ground. The wind blew up their skirts, which were as elegant as fairy-like and unreal.

They were also following four women, dressed in the same way, with silver bells hanging on their hands and feet. As their flying bells made a "ding-ding-dang" sound, they mixed with the music without any sense of incongruity.

On his slender shoulders, he was carrying a sedan chair surrounded by white gauze, and he could vaguely see a beautiful figure.

There are four maids sprinkling petals over the sedan chair. The colorful petals, refreshing fragrance, eye-catching beautiful maids, and moving music. This is the unique pomp of the Wuqing Pavilion Master Xuan Wuqing.

While everyone was so surprised that they even forgot to praise, one big and one small complained on a dense tree.

"Xuan Wuqing's taste is really bad. The first four are not good at playing. Girls learn to play the flute at every family; the middle four are carrying dog bells and carrying coffins, the top four are sprinkled with petals and white, which is clearly the funeral procession!" Yue leaned gently on the tree and said while knocking on the melon seeds.

"Mom is wise! But does mom feel that the woman's breasts are big and small while they are small? The woman's breasts are not naturally fake? The woman's breasts are…" Yue Xiaoxuan shook her thick legs and pointed at them one by one.

Don’t blame him for watching others’ Mi. Xiao Xuan was weaned at a young age and had unusual concerns about Mi.

"Yes! Looking at those a few more, I thought no one could tell that they were broken if they didn't walk? And those a few, they must have hemorrhoids when they lifted their buttocks!"

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!