Be Good Chapter 732: The real face of the civil prince

Still waiting for the thank you to say the following.

I didn't expect someone to come outside.

Yuanqi frowned fiercely.

"Who will come here in this weather?"

Thank you, but smiled softly, "Since my father-in-law knows that I am here, other people must also know."

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Qi inexplicably felt a little sorry and thanked him, "Tsk, have you been followed?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Go out and have a look."

Yuanqi got up first, opened the door of the main hall, and looked out.

But I saw Ting Zhuo leading a tall man in. The man was wearing a thick blue cloak, striding forward.

Not an acquaintance.

Didn't you follow him?

But I saw a man standing under the eaves of the corridor, clasped his fists in both hands, bowed respectfully, "Master, please see me."

Such a tall man is actually a scholar?

Yuanqi stepped back a few sentences, giving space to Xie Ci and this person.

Sit in the hall and start drinking tea.

It was really cold outside, and after drinking several cups of tea, Yuanqi finally recovered.

Outside the hall.

Xie Ci's brows and eyes were calm and indifferent, "What did you find out."

He Xiuzhi quickly thanked the well-preserved booklet from his cloak, "This is all the records about the civil prince."

"Later, Xiaosheng found out that after the civil prince fell into the water in the south of the Yangtze River, he was rescued by a celestial being and took him away."

"It's not using lightness kung fu, but flying away."

"The onlookers even painted a picture, which became famous in Jiangnan for a while."

Speaking, He Xiuzhi took out another picture scroll.

Xie Ci flipped through the booklet and then took the picture scroll.

Draw on...

It was a man whose face could not be seen clearly, floating in mid-air three feet away from the lake, half-embracing a two-year-old child.

Looks like a fairy who wants to ride the wind to go home.

And the doll in his arms is like a little boy next to a fairy.

Delicate but smart.

Xie Ci looked at the picture scroll, and Long Quyuan's usual elusive figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

What does this person have to do with Long Quyuan?

Squinting his eyes, Xie Ci was full of thoughts.

Right now.

Yuan Changhuan came from not far away.

Stepping on the snow, step by step.

The brows and eyes are gorgeous but indifferent.

Xie Ci clenched the scroll in his hand, but his eyes fell on Yuan Changhuan.

"My lord, do you know this person?" Seeing Xie Ci's expression turned cold, He Xiuzhi asked subconsciously.

Tingzhuo and Zhetian, who had sharp eyesight, looked at each other, and each held He Xiuzhi's arm, "Mr. He, come here, let's go to the back to rest."

"Yeah, look at your long journey, this little white face is tanned."

"It's not good, it's not good, I need to fix it quickly."

"Come, come..."

He Xiuzhi was shocked by the sudden appearance of these two people, "Hey..."

With a wave of your hand.

I didn't wait to fall, and was quickly carried away.

Yuan Changhuan raised his eyes, which was a rather funny gesture of the three of them.

The red lips are slightly pursed.

But there is no half smile.

Xie Ci took all of Yuan Changhuan's reactions into his eyes, "Come in."

Yuan Changhuan's eyes fell on the scroll in Xie Ci's hand.

The scroll was blown in front of Yuan Changhuan by the wind, but in an instant, Yuan Changhuan was able to see it clearly.

Raise your hand and grab the scroll, "Who is this?"

Why does this kid look familiar?

Seeing her reaction so big, Xie Ci raised his eyebrows lightly, "You know her?"

"It looks familiar." Yuan Changhuan squinted his peach blossom eyes and repeated, "Who is it?"

Thank you, thin lips slightly hooked, and leisurely replied, "The current emperor is a prince living among the people."

"Huh?"