After a pause, Yan Ge said with a smile, "She is also a cousin of Qi family, and Qi family is also half of her maiden family. She asked me to ask a word about the general. Qi family had decided to sell his wife for glory that day. Why is this Ronghua Road ruined today? Is this going to force her to die? "

Qi Jia Dalang didn't say anything. He kept staring at Yan Ge. Those eyes were as sharp as two big knives, trying to pierce Yan Ge's eyes like a bamboo shoot.

But the song did not give him such a chance, she reached out and went to Qijia Dalang to pinch her neck hand: "General, I respect you, I hope you can give me half respect, you are the visitor, you This is not to me the bully street bully. "

Qi Jiadalang's palm is wide and the back of his hand is full of bones. It is not that Yange's hand can shake. Although he did not retract his hand, the grip of Yange's neck is loosened a little. I didn't seem to hear the words of the song, and just asked, "How is she doing?"

With a large sword in his eyes and a constriction, only the pain of self-bearing and oppression was left.

The host has no idea about Dalang.

Although he had a good childhood friendship, childhood, but the host was sold to his wife by the Qi family for glory, and later the Qi family Dalang returned gloriously, and never had any contact with her. Jia Erlang is no different. Qi Family is also a source of misfortune for the host. The host just wants to forget about such a source.

Yange only said that Dajia Qilang was unwilling to support the prince because of diminished male dignity.

She did not expect that the man would still miss the host.

A person's expressions can be faked, actions can be faked, and even eyes and eyes can be faked, but in many cases, true and false can be felt.

At this moment, Qijia Dalang was really forbearing. She looked at him and sighed afterwards: "She is fine."

"She hopes it will be better in the future."

"I hope the Qi family will send her a Ronghua Road, not a dead end."

The host is the princess of the prince. When the prince falls, the host will fall down.

The words of the song are clear enough.

If Qijia Dalang really has such a little affection for the host, it is really because the host is unwilling to support the prince. After listening to the words, he should think carefully.

Of course, if he has his own selfishness, it's not helpful to say more.

"General, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake fell to the ground, I'm afraid it's stained with dust. Zijun needs to buy two more before Yun Dexuan is closed."

She pushed his hand that still stuck her neck, and it goes without saying.

He didn't speak, but retracted his hand and bent over to pick up the snack on the floor and place it on the table.

Yange saluted him: "General, leave."

She turned to leave, but the man behind her stepped up with her: "I'm with you."

Yan Ge turned his head and glanced at him.

The man's facial features, Ling Ran, looked forward, his lips clenched, and he didn't mean to explain to her.

Yange is now dressed as a man. She has a thin figure, and because of wearing elevated shoes, a man's robe is worn on her, which makes her figure slender and clear.

Even if the thick powder was smeared on her face, she couldn't hold back her fairy-like elegant grace at all.

But when walking with the five big and three rough Qijia Dalang, the poem-like beauty of Yushu Lanzhi immediately became weak and petite.