Chapter 1110 Oops, Dressed as Pan Jinlian (25)

It's as if I have no credit for it, and it's not like the man galloping and running on the Cuju field, just so quiet, like a scholar.

"Uncle King Ying, lend me your entourage for a few days."

Xia Qiu followed the little entourage and stood aside. He and the little entourage were nothing in front of these people, and no one noticed when they came in.

The little entourage first stood beside King Ying and Gao Youhe, Xia Qiu paused, and could only go behind the blue leader on the opposite side.

The dishes at the banquet were rich and exquisite. Xia Qiu stood there with lowered eyes and lowered his head, but a line of sight fell on her vaguely.

She quietly followed her gaze, and the man with a Tsinghua face was indeed looking at her.

A few drops of sweat were on his plump forehead. After all, Cuju was exhausted after all. Gao Youhe's face was still flushed, and he sat upright. When Xia Qiu looked at him, he seemed to be casual. Look away.

"King Duan, thank you for your kindness, I would like to toast you first." Gao Youhe had never been involved in the conversation between King Ying and King Duan. At this time, King Ying hesitated, so he stood up and toasted the leader of the blue team leisurely.

Duan Wang...

Xia Qiu looked at the blue team leader beside him.

He is at least seven or eight years younger than the King of England, and his face is not quite like the thin King of England. His cheekbones are high, and his face is also radiant. His deep facial features are not the kind of contented people.

Standing up, Duan Wang also took the wine from Gaoyouhe, and turned the three-clawed wine cup, but no drop of wine fell.

Gao Youhe drank it all in one gulp, and turned the glass around, but still not a single drop fell.

At this time, the atmosphere eased, and King Ying, who was sitting at the top, smiled and changed the topic. King Duan knew that King Ying didn't want to let him go, so he looked at Gao Youhe immediately, and didn't mention it anymore.

King Duan was chatting with King Ying and Gao Youhe. At this moment, King Duan's wine cup suddenly stretched out to Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu was stunned.

"Man up." Duan Wang waited for a while, but did not see any response, so he frowned and glanced at Xia Qiu.

Ah yes! She is now serving as a follower!

Xia Qiu reacted immediately and felt that the eyes of the other two were on him. He lowered his head and took the jug, and then served Duan Wangman with wine.

"Where did the followers come from?" King Ying frowned.

"The former fellow from the same village saw that Poor was taken in and was still alive, so he came here to serve for some reason." Gao Youhe apologized, then looked at Xia Qiu, and scolded, "I still don't want to go down! I will ask Butler Zhao to receive the punishment. !"

"Yes, yes, little panic!" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Xia Qiu quickly knelt down and responded repeatedly.

Duan Wang's voice came from above his head, very young and powerful.

"Since he is from the same town as Mr. Gao, then forget it."

"Go down!" The King of England gave up and said peacefully.

Xia Qiu got up and went out. When she passed by the little attendant just now, she knew in her heart that Gao Youhe didn't let her come at all.

She glanced at the little follower.

The little follower looked at his nose, nose and heart, buried his head extremely low, and dense sweat flowed down his temples.

And Xia Qiu looked at it again, the little follower's body was already trembling like chaff, and he looked guilty.

"Take it down!"

Xia Qiu brushed past him, and within a few steps, the voice of King Ying came from above.

"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!" The little attendant knelt down on the ground with a "plop", begging for mercy vigorously.

Xia Qiu slowed down, looked back, Gao Youhe's back was facing her, and there was no movement at all.