Of course, Old Yuan can only think about this in his heart. He doesnt dare to say it. Otherwise, he will be killed to death by his young mans eyes.

Just when Hu Feng and Bai Zhis horse arrived at the gate of Qingfeng Courtyard, the guards opened the door before they could come forward and rush inside.

Hu Feng dismounted with Bai Zhi. Then looked up and see Song Lang sitting in the courtyard.

Song Lang still fanning the folding fan in his hand and pretending to be a romantic man. He stared straight at Bai Zhi. When he saw their overlapping hands, his eyebrows wrinkled like a letter S.

As if Prince Jin was holding his wifes hand

Subconsciously, Hu Feng pulled Bai Zhi behind him and went in with calm eyes and face.

It seems that Young Master Song is waiting for me.

Song Lang finally stopped shaking the fan. He might not know that the originally ruddy lips have now turned into a bluish color. Who told him to take off his cotton robe, put on a brocade shirt, sit in the cold and windy yard and fan himself? Didnt he ask for it?

Song Lang shook his head and pulled out what he thought was the most perfect smile. However, he realized that his face was a little stiff, so he coughed embarrassingly and said, No! After that, he looked over behind Hu Feng.

Bai Zhi walked out and looked back at Song Lang with her clear and water-like eyes. But her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned and the facial expression on her jade face was cold: So it seems that you are waiting for me!

Song Lang got up and walked two steps towards Bai Zhis side. He felt Prince Jins icy-like gaze sweeping on his body, but he simply said with a smile: Yes, Im waiting for you. You guess it right.

Bai Zhi glanced at him and smiled faintly: If I come later, do you plan to keep sitting still in this cold?

The smile on Song Langs face slightly became stiff, as a wave of blood surged on his face making it turn red. Fortunately, after sunbathing these days, his complexion was not as pale as before. Otherwise, he would lose his face.

Miss Bai really loves to make a joke!

Hu Feng said solemnly: Since you are waiting here, you must know what we are here for.

Song Lang nodded: Of course I know, but you must also know about the case of this heart-biting gu. Although I know it exists, I didnt let anyone spread it in the capital. Someone else done evil things under my name.

Hu Feng said: I know everything that I should know. I dont need you to remind me. Lets talk, do you have an antidote to the heart-biting gu?

Song Lang shook his head: Of course I dont. I didnt make this gu, nor my relatives or friends. How am I supposed to have this antidote? What does it have to do with me?

Hu Fengs heart was burning with anger, but for the sake of his master and father, and the thousands of people in this city, he could only endure this anger for a moment. He then asked: Where is the Wei familys secret book for raising Gu?

Song Lang shrugged: Of course its in my hands.

Bring it! Hu Feng said.

Song Lang sneered: Bring it here? Why? Because you are a prince of Chu, is your face bigger than ordinary people?

When Fu Zheng heard this, he drew his sword angrily, but was stopped by Hu Feng: Step down!

Fu Zheng glared at Song Lang fiercely, gritted his teeth, and retired, but always held the hilt of the sword. As long as this guy said something nasty again, he would immediately make him regret it.

Hu Fengs gaze fell on Song Lang again: It seems that Young Master Song is waiting here, is not just on a whim.

Song Lang chuckled, his eyes drifting to Bai Zhi again involuntarily. She looked different from the one she has seen before.

When he first saw her, she was calm, bold, and careful, even though she looked in an embarrassing state.

When he saw her for the second time, the light from her body pierced his heart and her appearance was engraved in his mind.