Chapter 677: Is Kitakura Man dead?

Chapter 677 Is the man Kitakura dead?
"Ah-oh!" Little edama gave her a saliva bubble, turned her head, ignored.
Liu Yusheng slumped.
Wipe the drool from the mouth of Xiao Maodou with a handkerchief, and Fu Yuzheng continued to persuade, "At this time, Wang Ye should still be on the road, not even the border. After entering, there will be the Bei Cang royal family to meet him. It ’s guaranteed. Ordinary people do n’t even have a chance to get close. You do n’t have to worry too much. If you really want to go, wait for the situation there to be clearer, so that the ministers will negotiate here. Time, I wo n’t be able to come back in half a year. Let ’s wait and see before making a decision. How about that?

Liu Yusheng nodded helplessly, and that's the only way, she couldn't sneak away.
The family would worry about her.
In mid-March, the spring sowing of apricot flower spring was completed, and the field was abandoned for more than half a year, and seedlings were replanted, and there was a green field everywhere, full of vitality.
After finishing the spring sowing, because the plan to go to Beicang was temporarily unavailable, Liu Yusheng and Qian Wanjin went into the expansion of the distillery and chose the new site on the outskirts of Yunzhou City.
At the same time, the Xinghua Village winery was also built in Xuzhou, Yuzhou, and the commercial layout was gradually spread from point to surface.
Time unknowingly passes.
At the end of April, the Nanling passenger ship sailed to Beicang Wharf, and Bei Canghuang led the royal children and civil and military officials to greet them.
Among the royal children, Feng Qingbai saw Duan Ting and changed his clothes to white clothes.
Still in a wheelchair.
The two nodded and smiled, each other's eyes were faint, as if the friendship was shallow.
"Yi got the news. King Nanling arrived today. He specially hosted a banquet in the palace to welcome the king and his envoys. Please!" Bei Canghuang, a fierce man in his fifties, has short beards and is full of imperial spirit. The sound was very loud.
"Thank you, Emperor, but I'm disrespectful." North Bei Canghuang made a gift, and later halfway, the group stepped on the soft car that the other party picked up and went to the palace.
The folk style of Beicang is stronger than that of Nanling. People here are closer to the Bei people. The people's dress is slightly different from that of Nanling.
In the process of driving the sedan, Feng Qingbai lifted the curtain and looked at the Kyoto Street emptied by the officers and men. As he was about to retract his sight, Yu Guang glanced at the dark shadow hidden among the people watching.
Gaze fixed, eyes narrowed.
The black cloak of the logo covers the head and face. From this position, only the other person's jaw can be seen. This is also the case.
The man raised his head slightly to reveal the eyes covered by the cloak, dark and deep, without emotion.
After one look, the man flickered, hiding the crowd.
Feng Qingbai receded his eyes, leaned his head against the car, closed his eyes.
Really, waiting for him in Beicang.
He looks forward to the day when the other person's mask is removed, not too long.
The soft sedan stopped, arrived at the palace gate of Beicang Palace, and walked through a long aisle in the palace gate.
But seeing the flowers blooming in front of the eyes, the beautiful palace palace shuttle shuttled the table and arranged the banquet.
The Emperor Bei Cang set the banquet in the Royal Garden, with musicians playing the palace music with Bei Cang style.
"The fourteen sons who had been there before visited Nanling, and had the care of King Nanling. I heard that he had stayed at the Prince's Mansion for one night." After being invited, Bei Canghuang laughed. , He greeted the Lord on his behalf, and exchanged gifts! "
"Thank you, Emperor." Feng Qingbai nodded, and nodded.
The Emperor Beicang gave a slap, laughed again, and gave high-five meals. At the same time, Wu Ji came up.
Due to his remarks, Duan Ting turned to a wheelchair and went directly to Feng Qingbai's seat to personally pour him wine.
"With labor, King Tsang has been honored." Holding the glass, he took a sip and frowned.
"It doesn't really mean anything at all, you just have to do something and let me have a look." Duan Ting helpless.
"What's up?"
"It's hard to drink this wine. It's too strong, so I can take the opportunity to recommend Nanling health wine with my father, and maybe it will make the girl's wine a tribute, how good."
"You think too much."
"You have to think more." Duan Ting said lightly by raising a toast.
Feng Qingbai's eyes moved slightly, and his face was not obvious.
This is not the place to talk. Anyway, Duan Ting lived in his Nanling King's Mansion. This time, he changed to live in his old nest.
Is the gift still?
Then you can talk slowly.
On the banquet, the palace music changed, and the dancing girl danced. One of them was wearing a red gauze, a face covered with a face towel, and a pair of eyes exposed outside the face, charming.
With the movement of dancing, gradually approaching the position of Feng Qingbai and Duan Ting, every move was extremely charming, rotating and moving, his eyes always looked at Feng Qingbai.
"Well," Duan Ting sneered, "It's really okay. Hook people here."
Feng Qingbai began to raise his eyelids and glanced at him.
"Well, are you hooking you and not seeing it? Are you sure you can do it? If not, just go up."
The voice had just fallen, and the clothes were cold and wet.
"Sorry, slippery." If nothing happened, the tilted glass was straightened and put back on the table.
Smelling the rich wine fragrance from the clothes, feeling the sticky and cold, Duan Ting's mouth smoked, "I'm just kidding, are you so serious?"
"I'm slippery, are you serious?"
"..."
Duan Tingshi felt that it was not wise to provoke Feng Qingbai at this time.
However, he just likes to move, what should I do?
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, look at the beauties behind the flowers, all of them are shy and timid, all of which are my father's emperor's seed, none of which are simple. You are so good-looking, they are less in front of them in the palace Akira, if you encounter a beautiful woman who is shocked when you go out, accidentally wrestle, or accidentally drop Pazi or something, don't care ... otherwise you will be sorry for Girl Liu. "
Feng Qingbai felt that Duan Ting was sick.
"Your man Kitakura is dead?"
"..."
When Duan Ting considered killing Feng Qingbai or killing Feng Qingbai, the beauties dancing at the table leaned down, and the veil dropped slowly, revealing a charming face.
Blind.
Renfeng Qingbai never looked at her from the corner of her eyes.
"Sister XVII, hurry up after the jump, that little clothes on your body, be careful and cool." Chao Meiren smiled, Duan Ting kindly reminded.
It's a pity that the beauties turned a deaf ear to Beicanghuangdao, who was sitting on the top. "The world is rumored that the king of Nanling is a beautiful man, and the gentleman is humble. He never heard of his name but he was fortunate to see him today. The rumors have been better than ever. Father Huang, the baby has always admired King Nanling, so he bravely performed a dance. I wonder if we can toast another glass? "
For the royal princess's bold words and deeds, Bei Canghuang and even Bei Cang officials present here seem to be accustomed to it, "quasi!"
Little fairies, I've miscalculated. I owe three chapters and a total of 25 chapters. I'm desperate.
I sat at the computer for a day, crying. There is only one chapter in the early morning, so don't wait. Get up and watch again.
I'll take a bath and wake up. It takes three hours to produce a chapter. After sitting for ten hours, my hurts ~
(End of this chapter)