Li Chengfeng and Xue Ji looked at each other.

I just feel that even though she is in the realm of heaven and man, she is also a little absent-minded.

Xue Ji's eyes swept over Li Chengfeng, and there was a smile of all kinds of styles in the corner of her eyes.

Everyone in the audience followed her gaze and looked upstairs.

"Eighth Prince, she's looking at me!"

"I've been here so many times, she finally smiled at me."

Lu Wenwen and Wang Er were ecstatic, as if they owned the whole world.

But Li Chengfeng's eyes between the two became more solemn.

It wasn't because of Xue Ji's beauty that he was stunned just now.

At that moment, he felt that his mind was affected by illusion.

Why would a woman with such skills succumb to being a dancer in Puzhou?

Soon after the dance was over, Xue Ji gave a slight salute to everyone in the audience.

"Xue Ji thank you all for coming here today!"

After speaking, she tapped her feet on the ground.

Waving her sleeves and rolling up a pillar, she flew into the room on the second floor.

The eyes of everyone followed closely, and it took a long time to come back to their senses.

Li Chengfeng and the others also slowly sat down.

The bustard brought a few women to the table, but Li Chengfeng no longer wanted to have fun.

He is not a conspiracy theorist, but it coincides with the troubled times of Datang, so he must think more.

At this moment, a woman in purple gauze came to the table.

"My lord, our lady has invited you to the boudoir." The woman said delicately.

Wang Erteng stood up with a bang, ignoring the girl beside him.

"Miss Xueji has an invitation, and I can't postpone it. I'm sorry, everyone!"

Lu Wen, who was already slightly drunk, pushed him down.

"What are you thinking, fat man, Miss Xue Ji must be calling me!"

Seeing the anxious looks of the two of them, Li Chengfeng's head was full of black lines.

It's only been a long time since these two boys have been hooked, and they are still too young.

"The two gentlemen misunderstood, our lady invited Mr. Li!"

The maid covered her mouth and smiled, pointing to Li Chengfeng who was as immobile as a mountain.

As soon as these words came out, Lu Wenwen and Wang Er, who were already slightly drunk, sobered up instantly.

Since they came in, none of them mentioned Li Chengfeng's identity.

How did the other party know Li Chengfeng's surname?

This made Wang Er and Lu Wen feel horrified, and a layer of cold sweat oozes from their backs.

"Since Miss Xueji appreciates face, then Xiaosheng will be disrespectful!"

"Please lead the way ahead!"

Li Chengfeng was unusually calm, stood up and walked aside with the maid.

"Wang Er, did you expose your identity as the Eighth Prince?"

Lu Wen swallowed, walked up to Wang Er and asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could I do such a thing!"

"Since the eighth prince is so calm, he must be confident, don't worry!"

Wang Er patted Lu Wen's shoulder, and the two sat down again.

Only then did he know in his heart why his father kept silent about Osmanthus Flower Tower.

On the ground in Puzhou, it is possible to investigate Li Chengfeng's identity without disturbing their Wang family, what a strength this is.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, he no longer had any intention of having fun.

He looked in the direction where Li Chengfeng left, and the facial features on that fat face twisted together.

"Eighth prince, you must not have any accidents!"

Lu Wen clenched the long sword in his hand, ready to help Li Chengfeng at all times.

Li Chengfeng followed the maid to the door of Xue Ji's room.

The small table in the room was already filled with food and wine, and Xue Ji's back was facing the door.

"Meihua, since Mr. Li is here, you should step back first!" Xue Ji's clear voice sounded.

"Yes, miss!"

The maid led Li Chengfeng into the room, and then closed the door.

Li Chengfeng walked straight to the position next to Xue Ji, and put his arm on Xue Ji's shoulder.

"I'm too lazy to fight with you guys, so just speak up if you have anything to say!"

Xue Ji turned her head slightly, her beautiful eyes flickered at Li Chengfeng.

"Mr. Li is very strange. The other young masters can't even speak when they see this concubine!"

Then she turned around completely, revealing the delicate face that was not covered.

There are peach blossoms between the eyebrows and eyes, and the sunset seems to hang high on the cheeks.

Her black hair slanted over her beautiful shoulders, looking extraordinarily enchanting under the candlelight.

Unfortunately, Li Chengfeng, who had been psychologically prepared, was not affected this time.

"At this point, it's meaningless to still play this hand."

"Let's be honest, who is behind you? What is the purpose of looking for me?"

Li Chengfeng held it up in front of his face and drank it in one gulp, the expression on his face unchanged.

Seeing the other party drink the wine she had poured, Xue Ji had a smile on her face.

"The eighth prince is not afraid, did the little girl poison this wine?

"If it was poisoned, the food and drinks that were brought to the table just now would have already been served, so why wait until now!"

"Since the Eighth Prince is so forthright, the little girl has no choice but to get straight to the point."

"I don't know if the eighth prince has heard of the Mo family?"

Xue Ji took Li Chengfeng's wine glass, poured him another glass, and said in a low voice.

Although the voice was as light as a fly, it fell into Li Chengfeng's ears like thunder.

He has heard of the Mohist school for a long time, and it is a master handed down from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

They believe in the creed of seclusion, have been cultivating disciples, and have not participated in political affairs.

However, many Confucian disciples are disciples of Mohism, and their influence is not insignificant.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch, unless it is poisonous."

"Tell me, what exactly do you Mo family want?"

Li Chengfeng shook off the folding fan in his hand, and asked in a heavy tone.

His hand had already quietly placed on Xue Ji's back and neck.

As long as the other party wanted to make a move, he would immediately cut off Xue Ji's neck.

"Why should the Eighth Prince be so impatient!"

Xue Ji pushed Li Chengfeng's hand away angrily.

He took out a delicate wooden token from his waist.

"My Mo family just asked the Eighth Prince one thing."

"Do you want that supreme position? My Mohists can ask Confucian disciples to jointly push you up!"

Li Chengfeng smiled contemptuously: "I can sit on it without you~www.mtlnovel.com~, why should I agree to you!"

"Those elders guessed well, the Eighth Prince must not be that simple."

Xue Ji seemed to have known Li Chengfeng's reaction for a long time.

He took out another scroll and photographed it in front of Li Chengfeng.

"If the Eighth Prince isn't interested in this, just pretend I didn't say this today!"

Li Chengfeng wanted to refuse.

But he saw the painting on the scroll, but he didn't say it.

The picture on the parchment scroll is very simple.

There is a diamond-shaped crystal on the screen, which is the fragment of time and space that he is very familiar with.

"As far as I know, the fragments of the world are all in the major holy places."

"How do I know if the Mo family is cheating on me?"

Soon, Li Chengfeng recovered his emotions and asked Xue Ji.

"Quite simply, it's not the same pieces as those at all."

"This fell with that thing, the fragments on the stone platform!"

As soon as these words came out, Li Chengfeng's eyes widened even more.

At the same time, the sound of the system echoed in his ears.

Ding! Congratulations to the host for unlocking the mission: Broken Time Shuttle!