Green smoke curled upwards, making the nine-story tower of Sanhua Tower look like a fairyland.
Hong Xuanji looked confidently at the peerless beauty in front of him. His long and powerful knuckles seemed to be controlling the flow of all power in the world, forming a very special fist intention.
As the youngest martial saint in Daqian today and the most valued capable minister around the emperor, he is not a person with ordinary fame.
Whether leading troops to fight, fighting alone, or scheming, it can be said that he can overpower his peers to an incredible extent.
There are also rumors in the court that Emperor Daqian will soon grant Hong Xuanji a title.
Since the founding of Daqian, there has not been a single marquis with a different surname.
This was something unprecedented, and as soon as the news was released, the entire government and the public were shocked.
A 24-year-old Marquis and a young Martial Saint, what kind of concept is this?
Although Hong Xuanji married a real wife two years ago, in this era, it seems that a good man has three wives and four concubines.
Poor people can't even get a wife.
As long as Hong Xuanji shows the slightest thought, countless royal nobles and wealthy merchants will rush to marry their unmarried daughters to him in the entire Jade Capital City.
Even if they give away money, they are willing to do so.
After all, after Hong Xuanji was granted the title of Marquis, even one of his concubines became the wife of the Marquis of Daqian, and her status suddenly increased by an unknown amount.
So Hong Xuanji's words today were full of confidence and absolute certainty.
He didn't believe that there was any woman in this world who would reject him, and deep down in his heart, he looked down upon Meng Bingyun.
In his eyes, to put it bluntly, the peerless beauty in front of him was also an oiran in Sanhua Tower, just a geisha.
He consciously took the initiative to redeem the other party's life, and even proposed his wish to marry, which was already a bit humiliating to his own identity.
"Master Hong, what do you mean?"
However, at this moment, he saw Meng Bingyun push back the redemption contract.
The plain white knuckles were stroking slightly, but the trace of tranquility on his face was slowly disappearing.
"Bingyun, although Sanhua Building is quiet and quiet, it is still a land of fireworks and willows. I don't want you to stay in this kind of place forever."
When Hong Xuanji saw this, his heart moved slightly, but he didn't express anything else in his words:
"I want to take you away, I want to marry you."
He looked at Meng Bingyun sincerely, without any retreat or wavering in his eyes, just like his fist intention, which was infinite.
Hoo ho ho!
The rising smoke of incense gradually solidified at this moment, as if it was stopped by a force.
"Master Hong, please don't make fun of me. This little girl is from a humble background, so she is not worthy of you."
Meng Bingyun's eyes now had a hint of indifference, but her words were still calm.
"Even if you join my Hong family, you won't be able to become a legitimate wife, but you will also be the wife of a marquis from now on. How can you say that you have a lowly status?"
Hong Xuanji continued to speak, as if he was imagining a beautiful vision for the future with Meng Bingyun.
However, Meng Bingyun did not say another word at this time.
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became silent.
"Bingyun, are you unwilling?"
Hong Xuanji looked at the other party's expression and felt a little anxious for a moment, so he softened his words slightly.
Over the past three months, he had almost spent a lot of money to climb to the top of the Sanhua Tower just to meet Meng Bingyun.
Although each time he just listens to the other party playing a song and then leaves, the trace of love and strong possessiveness deep in his heart becomes more and more profound.
He didn't believe that there was a woman in the world who would reject him, nor did he believe that the other woman wouldn't be tempted.
"The song is over. Mr. Hong, please come back. Your wife is still waiting for you at home."
However, after drinking tea, Meng Bingyun shook her head slightly, not even looking at Hong Xuanji, and her tone also had an unexplainable meaning.
Especially when the word "wife" was spoken, there was a slight hint of disdain.
"Bingyun...you..."
"Hongluan, see you off."
How could Hong Xuanji not hear this subtle emotion, but when he was about to speak again, he heard Meng Bingyun's words.
A girl in her early ten years stepped out from behind the curtain, looking at him playfully and making a "please" gesture.
He had met this little girl several times, and every time she appeared, it was the end of the song.
But this time, Hong Xuanji didn't want to leave.
"Bingyun, do you have any grudges? As for Madam, I will go and tell her. Although I cannot give you the title of my wife, I will protect you from any prejudice at home."
Although Hong Xuanji's words were still calm, his eyes burst out with rays of light, and his body began to vibrate very slightly, as if he was releasing his own power.
Although he was not a yameni, the arrogance and conceit in his heart could not be compared to that of a group of children who had inherited the shadow of their ancestors.
It is unprecedented for this request to be rejected.
It was always him, Hong Xuanji, who was admired by beauties and took the initiative to come to her, whether it was his current wife or several other secret mistresses.
Moreover, the status of those women was either the saints of the Great Luo Sect or the unofficial future headmaster of the Yaochi Sect.
Even the beautiful wife of a prince who is now a prince also takes the initiative to make secret glances at him.
Meng Bingyun is just an oiran from Sanhualou, how dare you refuse him?
For a moment, the young and energetic Hong Xuanji became a little sulky.
When he looked at Meng Bingyun, there was also a pressure in his eyes, and an extremely domineering attitude suddenly arose.
Today you have to agree if you agree, and even more if you don’t agree!
Tear!
Heavy fist-like intentions suddenly rose in the air, as if a huge roulette jumped out of the void and was slowly turning.
The sudden strong wind blew through Meng Bingyun's hair and blew her eyes.
The power of the middle stage Martial Saint burst out from the front of Hong Xuan's body without concealment!
However, at this moment, all the pressure Meng Bingyun encountered suddenly stopped.
A little girl in her early ten years took a step towards her and stood in front of her.
The grinding intention and the mighty punch were all blocked by this little girl in an instant.
"Sister Saint has asked you to leave, why are you still here bulging your eyes?"
Hong Luan stood firmly opposite Hong Xuanji with her hands on her hips, her tone somewhat curious.
She didn't know why this man suddenly made his eyes so big.
And there was an unpleasant feeling coming from the surroundings.
As a result, Hong Luan subconsciously stretched out his hand and pointed towards Hong Xuanji.
Those white and tender little fingers were light and soft, seemingly without any strength.
But at this moment, Hong Xuanji discovered that everything in his sight had completely disappeared!
Boom boom boom!
The air was pulled out into nothingness at this moment, and the light, color, sound and shadow disappeared instantly!
In his sight, he only saw this white and tender finger, pointing towards him at an unstoppable speed!
"How can it be?!"
Hong Xuanji could only feel that up, down, left, and right, there was no way to retreat at all in the ten directions, and his physical body in the middle stage of the Martial Saint could not even move at all!
It was as if there was an invisible field that completely enveloped the other party when he reached out his hand!
"boom!"
At the last moment, he only had time to raise his palms, and he felt that he was hit by an ancient sacred mountain. He was lifted out of the nine-layered pavilion and crashed towards the street several or dozens of miles away!
Boom boom boom!
He seemed to have turned into a huge cannonball, and was thrown out of the Sanhua Building, rushing to a very far place.
Brush it!
Dust is wandering and smoke is everywhere.
This scene was extremely loud, and Sanhua Building was attracting everyone's attention at this time. As soon as it happened, it was noticed by everyone.
"Look! The roof of the building has exploded!"
"What a blind eye! Someone was obviously thrown out!"
"Huh? What does that person look like? He seems to be very similar to... Hong..."
"Hong Xuanji! Isn't that the powerful minister who has been rumored to be about to be ennobled recently?"
"He was thrown from the rooftop of Sanhua Building?"
"Go and have a look!"
For a moment, some people with strong eyesight and no weak cultivation status saw Hong Xuanji who seemed to be thrown out on the top of the Sanhua Building.
They chased all the way and saw a huge human-shaped hole being smashed into an open space in front of the Zuibugui Tower in the north of the city.
Amidst the dust, no one was seen getting up for a long time.
"He fainted!"
"Quick! Fish it out and take a look!"
A group of people who came to watch the excitement were about to pick up Hong Xuanji, but they found that Zui was not returning to the building not far away, and suddenly a young and handsome man walked out.
He looks like he is the shopkeeper of this restaurant.
"Everyone, let me do it."
The young shopkeeper suddenly raised one hand, and Hong Xuanji, who had been smashed deep into the ground, hung straight up.
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