[Comprehensive] Our city lord is glamorous and noble

Chapter 3

The envoys from the Nanwang Mansion got impatient.

His fair face could not maintain a smiling expression, the corners of his mouth curled down, his brows were faintly wrinkled, and there was a mixture of hostility and displeasure deep in his eyes.

He may not be an arrogant person at all, but no matter what kind of person he is, he will become arrogant after sitting in his position for a long time.

Nan Wang was originally a man with a bad temper, and his servant, of course, had a bad temper.

The messenger said: "How long do we have to wait?" The corners of his eyes were drawn downwards like the corners of his mouth, and his benevolent face became fierce.

The woman didn't speak. She lowered her head and looked at her feet. Suddenly she saw a pair of booted feet, which were much larger than her exquisite and small feet. Standing in front of her, she heard the owner of these feet ask loudly: "I asked how long you have to wait."

The envoy had already stood up impatiently, sitting on a soft cushion for a long time would cause pain in the buttocks, not to mention, the seats in Baiyun City were cold and hard.

Same as their castellan.

The woman didn't seem to understand what he said at all, and said, "It will take a long time."

"A long time, how long is a long time?"

"It's been a long time." She raised her head, revealing her frosty face.

She is like a pile of ice and snow.

There is only one person who can melt the ice and snow and clear the cloudy sky, that is the Lord of Baiyun City and the envoy of the Southern King, obviously not Ye Gucheng.

When a person reaches middle age, he finally understands the aggrieved feeling of having to bow his head under the eaves. The messenger walks a few times in a narrow space, his behavior is restricted, no matter which direction he wants to go, he bows his head All the maids will stand in front of him appropriately.

The messenger wanted to kick the woman. After all, he didn't have the good principle of not hitting women like a few men.

He's not even a man.

But he finally resisted the secret impulse, and squinted at the woman, who was as smelly and hard as a stone, wondering if his body was also as hard as a stone, and accidentally scratched his foot.

Suddenly, another pair of small and exquisite feet came into his sight, just like the stone-like woman, they were very beautiful feet.

Men, especially handicapped men, always have a special fondness for women's feet. His eyes are so tightly glued to those feet that he can't move them away.

The woman stopped in front of him, but she wasn't looking for him.

She said: "The city lord is back." She was next to the woman carved from ice and snow, her face was also beautiful, her eyes were full of water, and she seemed to be so affectionate when looking at everyone.

The woman suddenly raised her head and smiled like the warm sun in winter. Only then did the messenger know that she was also a beautiful woman.

Even an ordinary woman is charming when she smiles, not to mention, she is already very beautiful.

The mayor is back?The lord of Baiyun City?The envoy finally came to his senses and shouted in a thin voice, "I want to see the Lord of Baiyun City."

The woman regained her cold dead face, her head lowered instantly, and the woman who floated in on tiptoe floated out again like a fairy.

She said: "The city lord hasn't said he wants to see you yet."

Even if the emperor came here, without Ye Gucheng's order, he would not be able to see him.

Ye Gucheng's life is very regular, and it hasn't changed since he was able to pick up the sword. Every morning, he practiced the sword for an hour, splitting countless waves. Wet with sweat.

He returned to the mansion, washed off the non-existent dust on his body with clean water, and then dried his thick black hair with a high-quality absorbent silk handkerchief.

The woman who wipes his hair must have a pair of soft hair. The strength of wiping his hair should not be heavy or light, but should be just right.

Afterwards, with the same dexterous hands, his dried hair was meticulously bundled into a hair crown, and the newly put on white clothes were translucent, as if they could reflect the filth of the whole world.

Finally start another day of work.

Maid who wipes her hair: Ahhh, the city lord's hair is so smooth, soft and fragrant!

Ye Gucheng's fans are all over Baiyun City.

The Baiyun City Lord, who dressed himself meticulously, sat on the main seat and said: "Let the envoy of the Southern King come to see me." He finally remembered the poor man who was still hanging out in the side hall, or he did it on purpose.

Lang Yue said: "Yes."

Before half a cup of tea had passed, the chunky emissary stepped into the main room, and his small but delicate eyes were stretched quite a bit when they touched the furnishings of the room.

This room is not gorgeous, but the furnishings are all exquisite. The white walls, the tiles under the feet, and the maid standing behind the man are all beautiful.

Beautiful and cold, just like Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng is just like this room, cold, handsome, tall, and lonely. He sits on a large and delicate chair, like a sword drawn from its sheath, but there is a fresh human breath on his body.

The messenger couldn't help thinking: I don't know which one is more like a sword, he or the world-famous Ximen Chuuxue.

No one in the world does not know that Ximen Chuuxue of Wanmei Villa is the embodiment of the sword.

The messenger originally hated Ye Gucheng, but at this moment, there is no one in the world who is more respectful than him. After all, who would look at a sword with resentful eyes?

A sword that resembles a human is a work of art; a human that resembles a sword is a murder weapon.

A unique weapon in the entire world.

Ye Gucheng said: "Is there something wrong with Nan Wang?"

The messenger took out the letter that had been in his pocket for a long time, and said, "Nan Wang has a letter to send to Baiyun City Lord."

Ye Gucheng said: "Bring it up."

The two maidservants behind him moved at the same time. Langyue found the tray from nowhere, and put the snow-white letterhead on the tray. Lan Feng took it from her hand, stroked the mouth of the letterhead with her round fingernails, and Leave a neat cut.

goo-dong-

The envoy swallowed. He only realized today that the sharpest weapon in the world is not a knife or a sword, but a woman's nails.

When a knife is scratched on a man, there will only be silence, but when a woman's fingernails are scratched on a man, there is only screaming.

Lanfeng's nails fell on the person, and even if he wanted to be a hero without saying a word, he could only cry.

Ye Gucheng reached out for the letter and unfolded the folded letter paper.

His expression is still so cold, his face is as white as round suet jade, or pearls with round pearls, but his eyebrows are too thick and black, his eyes are not pure black, but a little light brown, but this is not true. It affects his aura, because his eyes are really bright and energetic.

Scanning the letter with a single glance, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a very rare smile, the smile stayed on the face, not reaching the eyes, but Lan Fenglangyue couldn't help being dazed when he looked at it.

Lanfeng & Langyue: My God, our glamorous and noble city lord actually laughed!

He smiles so well Su looks so good!

Ye Gucheng smiled. For the people of Baiyun City, this is definitely a big event that they can talk about for days. As long as they keep the blood of Feixian Island, there is nothing that can stop them from smiling at the city lord. desire.

As I said before, Ye Gucheng's fans are all over Baiyun City.

Lanfeng and Langyue exchanged glances vaguely, as if they were meeting with secret agents.

Remember it?

Write it down with your eyes!

Ye Gucheng folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope. The envelope with the letter stuffed again lay quietly on the tray. Lan Feng handed it to Lang Yue, and Lang Yue carried it down the steps and handed it back to the messenger.

The respectful face of the other party finally couldn't hold back, and his expression changed: "City Master Baiyun, what does this mean?"

Ye Gucheng said: "You go, take this letter and a sentence."

The messenger pricked up his ears, he knew that the words that Ye Gucheng was about to say were very precious.

He doesn't know if it weighs more than a thousand gold, but he knows that one sentence is enough to buy ten or eight of his lives.

Ye Gucheng said: "You tell Nanwang 'the sparrow knows the ambition of the swan'."

As expected of a sword fairy, even if he refused, he refused so forcefully.

Ye Gucheng quietly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

The messenger's face turned pale, no matter if he was a man, a woman, or a person who was neither a man nor a woman, they could rarely bear this kind of insult, especially those who were used to being arrogant.

He may have been humiliated, running around the streets like a dog with his tail between his legs, but he has survived now, even if he is not a man.

For the envoy, this has always been a thing to be proud of. With a jug of wine and a plate of peanuts on the delicate wooden table, he can chatter with his apprentice for a whole day and night.

People like him can no longer bear insults from others.

He said in a strange way: "I will tell King Nan well." Then he walked away.

Passing by one or two maids on the way, it seems that he has met them before, and it seems that he has never seen them before. The maids in Baiyun City Lord's Mansion are all dressed in white. It is difficult for a womanizer to tell the difference between a woman and a woman.

But he is also very sensitive at the same time, the women passing by clearly cast disdainful glances at him.

His eyes were extremely piercing, as if dozens of hundreds of needles were stuck in his back, neither moving nor still.

He returned to Nanwang's palace, and the short and fat man summoned him to him, expecting Ye Gucheng's answer.

The messenger said: "He only asked me to bring a sentence."

Nan Wang said: "Say."

The messenger said: "The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan."

"How can a sparrow know the lofty ambition?" Nan Wang's complexion was worse than that of the envoy. He is the master, and the envoy is the servant. It is said that the servant is like the master, and he can raise servants who are proud and arrogant. worse.

Nan Wang clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay!"

He wants to see who is the chick and who is the swan.