。Song Tingfeng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his expression hesitant. 。At this moment, Zhang Biao hurriedly said: "Prime Minister, this woman doesn't know where she came from" 。It is not that the impe...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—" 。t because of the slight movement just now, Xu Rou's wound was pulled, and Xu Rou's face instantly turned pale, her face contorted in pain. 。Qingxuan: “Lady Prime Minister, you still have wounds on you...