but think of a field of wheat, with the wheat stalks bent over by the weight of the grain. 。When Qingxuan reached her position, she didn't immediately tell Zhou Hong to lift her head.Worried that Nang...Liu Yun seemed to agree to Qing Xuan's request, but in the next instant, he changed his tune.

Liúyún: “However, esteemed guest, my riddle was just proposed.” 。Therefore, esteemed guest, you should first answer my riddle. 。This cloud really can't wait to see her joke. 。A cold smile flashed across Qingxuan's eyes. 。

In Liu Yun's view, as long as Qing Xuan couldn't answer her riddle, then Qing Xuan would be the laughingstock of everyone, a fool. At that time, whether she could or couldn't answer the other person's riddle would no longer matter.

However, just as Qingxuan was about to speak, a low and cold voice rang out from the sixth floor of Zhenbao Pavilion, belonging to Nangong Ye. 。Namgung Yeop: "Such a simple riddle, it doesn't even require my master to answer. I can answer it myself." 。As soon as Nangong Ye spoke, everyone present was taken aback. 。Liu Yun turned to look at Nangong Ye, who was also a "servant". 。Qingxuan noticed that Liu Yun's eyes were filled with disdain when looking at Nangong Ye. 。At this time, because Nangong Ye was wearing a veil, no one could see Nangong Ye's true face. He was only thought of as an ugly-faced servant. 。

Liúyún looked down upon Nángōng Yè with a look of disdain.

Liu Yun let out a cold snort: "You, a mere servant, your master hasn't even spoken yet—" 。had only learned light kung fu in a dream, Xia noticed her waking up. Nangong Ye suddenly opened his eyes.Namgung Yeop: "You're awake."Noticing that Nangong Ye's voice was raspy compared to his usual...