The top idol is a master of metaphysics

Qingzhou Fuyuexuan Tea Pavilion.

In such a fast-paced era, those who will enter such a tea house are at least worthwhile.

The interior of the tea pavilion is decorated in a modern style, most of which are paintings of flowers, birds and insects, horizontal or vertical axis, and ink landscapes.

Antique bamboo curtains hang down on the hollow carved windows in the private rooms, and the waiters who guide the way, regardless of gender, are dressed in cheongsam and long gowns, elegantly dressed, and walk slowly.

In one of the private rooms, a man's long hair was braided into a slightly loose braid behind him, and he was playing with a well-made teacup in one hand. He didn't drink tea, he was watching the news on his mobile phone, thinking for a long time and said:
"Luoxue, do you think I will go or not?"

"Where there are many people on the street where there are archery, there are not many people, so how can there be complaints?"

"I don't really want to go, what should I do?"

"If it's really going to break the formation, then it's useless for me to go. Why should our Wei family listen to the old man of the Murong family?"

He spit out a few words in one breath, and then put the cup in his hand on the table with a bang.

The teacup was not cracked, Luoxue reminded him: "Second Young Master, if it breaks, you will have to pay for it."

"Go, shoot the arrow." The man stood up and walked outside.

The woman named Luoxue stood up and followed, predicting that the person in front of her would go.

It's not like this every time, and it's just lip service to say no.

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Xu Miansheng had already made an appointment for the venue, and when she got off the bus, someone came to show them the way. Originally, she wanted to reserve the venue, but her mother gave her an idea before going out.

Tell her not to book the venue, as there are not enough people to be lively enough, so Xu Miansheng thought about it and let it go.

When entering, there were already quite a few people, and Su Qian noticed a long-haired back at a glance.

Chu Fengxiao also took a look. The man looked like a lover of ancient costumes. He was wearing a robe, but the clothes underneath were casual modern clothes, a light sweater and a scarf. He was good-looking and very eye-catching. Handsome and unrestrained, there are women nearby who can't help but secretly take a few photos with their mobile phones.

"Miss, don't take pictures, my brother hates people taking pictures."

A woman stepped forward to dissuade the person who took the photo, and then seemed to feel Su Qian's gaze, and glanced in Su Qian's direction.

Su Qian and the man looked at each other, and the woman smiled at Su Qian, smiling like the ancients without showing her teeth, with a graceful temperament that is rare in modern people.

Xu Miansheng said: "Let's go, let's go to the other side."

"Hey, wait, isn't there an empty seat next to me?" The archer man released an arrow, and quickly waved at Xu Miansheng and the others, "It's right here, Master Su."

Seeing this, Xu Miansheng looked at Su Qian. This person was obviously Su Qian's fan.

Su Qian glanced at the man, Chu Fengxiao said, "Who are you?"

"Oh, my name is Wei Zhilin, and this is my younger sister, Luoxue."

"Hello, my brother has been following your live broadcasts. He is a fan of Master Su, and he likes to believe such nonsense." Luoxue shrugged helplessly, and then explained.

"Wei Zhilin?" Chu Fengxiao thought for a while, but he had never heard of such a character.

But this person is not simple at first glance, and he is also here for his senior sister.

"Master Su, speak up." Wei Zhilin took another arrow, looked at Su Qian and said.

Su Qian glanced at him and ignored him, but turned to talk to Xu Miansheng: "Let's go."

Luo Qishuang waved his hands at Wei Zhilin and said, "Brother, you are a fan and not an idol, why do you still want Su Qian to answer you, who are you, Wei Zhilin? I haven't heard of it, just this ?”

Wei Zhilin: "Your name is Luo Qishuang, right? Don't ask for a beating."

Luoxue was speechless and reminded Wei Zhilin: "Brother, don't cause trouble."

"Cut~" Wei Zhilin didn't bother to look back, and went to shoot the arrow. If he didn't stand by his side, then he wouldn't stand by his side. Anyway, he couldn't escape in the entire archery field.

He wanted to see how Su Qian broke through.

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