Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife

In the large public, Ning Xuemo did not want to hold hands with the master, especially in front of Ji Yunhuang.

She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Han Shanyue held her finger tightly.

His fingers looked sleek, but extremely powerful. Ning Xuemo's struggle did not break away. Instead, his fingers hurt.

Ning Xuemo naturally didn't want to drag him here, so he had to froze and let him hold him.

After Ji Yunhuang finished his pompous official speech and led all the officials to give way, Han Shanyue nodded slightly and led Ning Xuemo to the carriage in the team.

The road leading to the carriage was covered with snow-white carpets, and civil and military officials stood on both sides. Ning Xuemo walked on the carpet along with Han Shanyue. It felt like the stars were walking on the red carpet.

This scene is not ordinary luxury, although Ning Xuemo is familiar with the world, but at this moment, I still feel a little panicked.

She knew that Lexuan Emperor attached great importance to the new master, but did not expect to attach such importance.

Seeing this posture, it is comparable to the emperor Yujia himself ...

Not much worse than that Emperor.

She glanced at Han Shanyue beside him, his face was calm and calm, it seemed that he was used to such a pomp, and didn't care about it at all.

Did he practice kung fu at home, and his mood was not overblown, or was this kind of pomp that he had long been used to?

The first represents his deep thinking, and the second is his deep identity ...

Suddenly a thought popped into her mind, wouldn't this Han Shanyue really be the incarnation of that emperor? !!

The idea popped up and made her stunned.

"Afraid?" Han Shanyue seemed to feel her inner movement, and fluttered her head and asked her.

Ning Xuemo jumped in her heart, but smiled: "A little bit, I haven't seen anything big."

"It will be better if I get used to it later."

Ning Xuemo smiled again and tempted him, "Master Tian Shi looks calm, isn't he already used to it?"

"Guess?" Han Shanyue kicked the ball back.

"Master Tian Shi is inscrutable. How can I and other mortals guess at will?"

"There will be time in the future, and you will slowly guess next to this seat."

Damn it! This guy is just talking!

She was led by Han Shanyue and quickly walked to the carriage.

The style of this carriage can only be described in one sentence-low-key luxury.

Black and white is the main color of the carriage. The white jade carriage is inlaid with a subtle luster of obsidian. The carriage is dark golden and exudes a faint aroma. It's like jade. Gold sounds and jade should.

Golden Silk Nanmu!

No, this texture seems to be much harder than the golden foxwood! The sound is also much better.

This kind of wood can be said to be inch-inch-inch-inch-inch-size. Generally, a small decorative piece is already very luxurious. I did not expect to make a car here--

Sure enough, it was a royal handwriting! Extraordinary.

The old emperor really had a hard time trying to keep people!

Suddenly, Ning Xuemo felt that the conditions he asked the old emperor for 100,000 yuan were less gold ...

She was about to get on the carriage in the spotlight, and a voice sounded behind her, "Master, here I am ..."

Xiaoqilin was like a blue light, whirlwind came straight from behind, before waiting, the body suddenly swooped and rushed towards Ning Xuemo's arms.

He misses the arms of his master, oh oh.