The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"General Wang, you worry too much. I'm still young and I won't consider getting married for the time being." Ye Feng looked indifferent. He really had no plans to get married.

He still hadn't figured out why he had come to Jiuzhou inexplicably. The world in front of him was obviously very repulsive to him, and the rules of him were far beyond the realm in front of him.

"What? You little brat, you look so handsome, but you actually want to act like a hooligan to my nephew?" Wang Meng became unhappy when he heard that. He stood up and glared at Ye Feng angrily.

But Ye Feng looked calm, and he almost bleeds out blood in his heart. What does it mean to be a hooligan? Can you go back and ask your niece who is being a hooligan to whom?

I'm the victim, okay?

Seeing Ye Feng sitting there, unmoved and not at all frightened by his sudden aura, Wang Meng frowned secretly.

"This kid is really weird. He can't sense any spiritual power fluctuations, but he can be calm and unperturbed in the face of my powerful aura."

Before Wang Meng came to Jinling City, Wang Beiwang had warned him not to have a falling out with Ye Feng. He just needed to see what kind of person Ye Feng was.

Wang Beiwang also told Wang Meng what Ye Feng had done in the Song Dynasty in less than a year.

Wang Meng was shocked when he heard this. He couldn't imagine that a person so young could think so thoroughly.

"Hehe!" Wang Meng sat down awkwardly and said slowly: "You are all young people. You should know when to interact with others. Don't act recklessly."

When Ye Feng heard this, he felt something was wrong.

What does it mean to know the limit?

It seems that up to now, he has only kissed Murong Wan'er, and has not done anything else.

Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, but he didn’t know how to face Murong Wan’er after he really did something.

He was aware in his heart that Murong Wan'er was not a naive female vase, but a rose with thorns, with a tiger in her heart and ravines in her chest.

"Don't worry, General Wang. I have always kept myself clean and don't like to be involved in worldly affairs. Princess Wan'er and I have a friendship as pure as water, and we will never cross the line." Ye Feng patted his chest with a confident look on his face, which made Wang Meng dumbfounded.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, this handsome and elegant Ye Feng in front of him, wouldn't be so unruly at such a young age and learn to like men like others?

What a joke! My niece's appearance is one of the most beautiful women in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

This guy is not interested? Unless he likes men!

"Your Majesty doesn't have any other hobbies, right?"

When Wang Meng thought of this, he felt a little panicked. If his niece really fell in love with a man with special fetishes, her future life would be ruined.

He didn't care about his image and quickly picked up the wine glass and looked at Lao Huang and Dashan next to him. He didn't care whether Ye Feng was sitting next to them or not and asked Lao Huang and Dashan directly.

"What do you mean by fetish?"

Dashan, eating a large piece of meat with a greasy mouth, asked Lao Huang beside him.

When Old Huang heard this, he was stunned at first, and almost spit out the wine in his mouth. With a smug and playful smile on his face, he looked at Ye Feng who was sitting not far away.

"Fuck... I think you have other fetishes."

Ye Feng certainly didn't understand what Wang Meng meant by his question.

Seeing Ye Feng so excited, Wang Meng's heart finally settled down. As long as Ye Feng didn't have any other habits, that would be fine!

"Hahaha……"

Old Huang swallowed the wine in his mouth and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Stop drinking! You're wasting my wine!"

As he said that, Ye Feng stretched out his hand and was about to put away the jar of wine.

Lao Huang and Wang Meng naturally refused to do so, and they both hurriedly pressed down the wine jar.

"Oh...Zhen Guojun (Master), we can talk it over...we can talk it over..."

"Come... come... let's continue drinking..."

When Ye Feng saw the looks of the two men, he thought to himself, let’s see if I can deal with you.

The sun sets in the distance, and the sky is filled with red clouds.

The three of them drank up the entire jar of wine. Everyone looked a little tipsy, which was particularly wonderful.

Wang Meng would occasionally describe to Ye Feng the beauty of Nanyuan, the desolate desert Gobi, the endless yellow sand, riding a warhorse and galloping recklessly, and leading the cavalry to sweep across the four directions, which were the supreme honors that a general pursued all his life.

Wang Meng also mentioned the "Liangzhou Ci" written by Ye Feng, saying that he was greatly shocked after hearing it. Their soldiers in Nanyuan were in the state described in the poem.

In this way, several people drank from noon until sunset. When they walked out of the romantic atmosphere, the night lights on the banks of the Jinling River began to brighten.

The girls standing by the river stared at the passers-by with their eyes wide open, wishing they could grab one or two to be the first to open the business.

The restaurant on the river bank is crowded with scholars and men of letters. They are chatting, reciting poems, composing couplets, expressing their love and singing, feeling very comfortable in the restaurant.

"Finally, we've gotten rid of this plague god!"

After seeing Ye Feng and others leave, the old lady who was the shopkeeper of Fenghuaxueyue was still frightened. She was trembling with fear the whole afternoon, fearing that she would offend Ye Feng.

"General Wang probably has nowhere to go tonight. If you don't mind my humble abode, would you be willing to stay here for the night?" Ye Feng originally wanted to arrange for Wang Meng to stay at Fenghuaxueyue, but then he changed his mind. He was thousands of miles away from Nanyuan to Jinling City. It would take at least ten days or half a month to run there. Although he had no substantial relationship with Murong Wan'er, it was good to have more friends.

"Oh, I wish for it, but men who march and fight are not particular!"

Wang Meng heard this and said without hesitation.

Ye Feng was followed by Dashan and Lao Huang, and Wang Meng was followed by two guards. Soon, the group arrived outside Qingya Pavilion.

The environment of Qingya Pavilion is quite quiet. When you walk into the yard, you will come directly to the central courtyard, which is quite spacious and has many empty rooms.

"General Wang, there are many rooms, you can choose your own."

Ye Feng smiled at Wang Meng.

"Okay, thank you."

Wang Meng's eyes narrowed slightly. Zhang Yan, who was sitting in the corner not far away, made his heart tremble. A little girl at the peak of innate ability actually made a grandmaster like him feel this way. He couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

"I thought Lord Zhen Guojun was going to spend the night outside!"

Yan Nishang and Xun Zhiwen were hiding not far away. When they heard Ye Feng coming back, they said coldly.

The two women turned around angrily and walked into the inner courtyard.

Wang Meng didn't think about the fact that his nephew's husband had two beautiful women around him. Instead, he was shocked that he, a great master, couldn't see through the cultivation of the woman who had just spoken coldly. The slight glance from the other party's eyes made him feel creepy, as if his blood had frozen.

"Oh my god... the whole yard is full of weirdos. This guy is no ordinary guy!"

First there was Old Huang holding the wooden box, then there was Dashan who was born with supernatural powers, and now there was a little girl hiding in the dark, and a peerless beauty whose cultivation level could not be seen. The blood of the other woman was obviously unusual.