Immediately someone asked His Royal Highness the Son of God what his name was, and from the mixed voices, it could be heard that there were many people in it.
The voice seemed to answer impatiently: “Just tell you the name of the Yeyou Envoy. Why do you still want to know the name of the Son of God, and you are not afraid that your blessing is not enough.”
Under the request of flattery and expectation, this person reluctantly said: “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you again secretly, don’t spread it around.”
The lowered voice did not escape Mi August’s spiritual consciousness.
“The son of God is named Feixue, and I privately call him Feixue’s younger brother.”
Mi August raised her eyebrows, feeling the hand she was holding tight, looked sideways, and saw Mi Feixue pursed her lips and looked unhappy.
She couldn’t help but smile and joked, “When did you recognize a brother?””
Mi Feixue shook her head.
No brother!
I’m the only baby at home in August!
Most of the good mood of the day was ruined by this guy who was climbing relatives.
Mi Feixue stared angrily at the second floor opposite.
With a bang, the window on the second floor seemed to be knocked open by an invisible strong wind.
The person who happened to be sitting by the window was taken aback and looked out suspiciously. It didn’t take long to notice the two people who were full of existence at this time.
When I was writing the beginning of this chapter, I happened to be so anxious by a video, and it was written very well, hahahaha
The man by the window didn’t know Mi August and the others, he only felt that the two of them were of extraordinary nature and very human.
At this time, the woman had a smile on her face, the most soft and kind appearance, and the young man next to her was expressionless. As soon as she met her eyes, she found it difficult to look directly, and turned her gaze away in a panic.
These two people are contradictory in nature, standing together and inexplicably harmonious.
Is it the daughter of a powerful nobleman in the imperial city?
At this time, the woman lowered her head and said something to the young man next to her. The young man nodded, and the two walked out of the famous pastry shop in the imperial city and came in the direction of the restaurant.
The man looked at the entrance of the stairs, and it didn’t take long for him to see the two of them and their entourage walking in.
The second floor has been chartered by Zhuang Yu, the second son of General Fuguo’s mansion, to entertain people with lofty ideals from all sides.
At this moment, their literary meeting was already halfway through. It was time for a chat during the intermission. Those who were invited to come should have come a long time ago, and most of the people who came later joined temporarily.
According to the rules of the Universal Cultural Association, such temporary guests must prove their talents and get most of the recognition of the guests inside before they can enter.