It''s not so easy to ask for Marquis clothes. The materials for sealing Marquis clothes were prepared by the Immortal Emperor himself. No one knows whether there is any surplus there.


    Xuanyuan Hongshen was a little embarrassed. After all, he didn''t even have a defensive war coat like a marquis.


    "Well... I''m afraid I have to ask the Lord of the workshop. Why don''t you go and ask in person?" xuanyuanhong said with a bitter smile.


    Ye QingHan nodded and whispered, "Your Majesty, you and I don''t have to be polite. I''ll go to the workshop leader first. After all, zhentianfu can''t live without me. Don''t mind."


    "Well, after this meal, you can go. I won''t visit my aunt." xuanyuanhong replied.


    Ye QingHan was no longer polite. He swept away a lot of immortal wine and food to supplement qi and blood, and the tired Qi in his body was swept away.


    Tang Jiayao stared at ye QingHan unhappily and always wanted to find out that ye QingHan was the evidence of the Yan family. However, the evil spirit on the shroud was too heavy. He could feel the pressure and evil spirit from a distance, which had completely shielded the Qi and blood of the Yan family.


    The four ancient kings stood in the distance and did not dare to get too close to the ancient nine days.


    Gu Jiutian may not be suitable for this occasion. He simply ate a few mouthfuls, drank some immortal tea, and sat aside waiting for ye QingHan.


    As soon as ye QingHan saw that Gu Jiutian no longer ate, he put down his dishes and chopsticks and said, "Your Majesty, master Pingyang Hou, you two eat slowly. Your highness Jiutian and I will leave first and come back to see you when the sky is free."


    Xuanyuan Hongshen and Pingyang Hou didn''t dare to hold a shelf. They immediately got up to send each other off. They didn''t stop until they sent ye QingHan out of the inner city.


    Ye QingHan took Gu Jiutian into the imperial garment workshop quickly.


    As soon as the people of the imperial garment workshop saw ye QingHan coming, they immediately led him to the elder''s hall. An elder personally informed the workshop owner.


    The workshop leader sat in the pavilion and was still understanding the star river against the sky. He woke up after being disturbed.


    "What''s the matter?" the leader opened the door, looked at the elder and asked faintly.


    "My Lord, the Duke of the town has come and brought a great and perfect female monk of Xuanxian level. I don''t know if you want to meet him?" the elder asked respectfully.


    The owner of the workshop has no emotion, but his gorgeous color still tarnishes the world.


    "Let the prince of the town come to see me. As for the nun, she has a special status and can be entertained by students." the owner of the workshop felt a move and covered the whole Royal garment workshop, and then said.


    "Yes!" the elder bowed back quickly.


    ……


    The workshop owner returned to the pavilion and knocked on the railing with her fingertips. Her temperament was dusty, and the miles of stars were her foil.


    "How did this little guy repair it here quickly? He couldn''t afford to fall to the ground because he was forced by high priest Taijiang. Even if it was me, he would have to rest for thousands of years. He was alive and kicking after just a few decades." the workshop leader thought secretly and felt that something was wrong.


    A moment later, there were several steady footsteps outside the door.


    "Come in directly." the workshop leader said directly without looking back.


    Squeak!


    Ye QingHan pushed the door and entered. The evil spirit of the shroud almost dissipated the temperament of the owner.


    The workshop leader turned to frown at ye QingHan and groaned, "can you come to see me without wearing this shroud? Wrap a dead man for countless years and put it on him every day. You don''t feel sick."


    Ye QingHan smiled, bowed and said, "the Lord of the workshop is joking. I''m afraid of death. Zhentian Hou''s coat was broken when fighting with high priest Taijiang. I don''t have a suitable coat, so I can only wrap it and walk."


    The workshop leader seemed to see the purpose of Ye QingHan''s trip and said plainly, "if you want to calm down the Marquis, just say it directly. There''s no need to take the shroud to disgust the palace."


    Ye QingHan smiled bitterly. He didn''t wear the shroud to disgust the workshop leader. He didn''t have the courage!


    "Don''t say that, Lord leader. I really want to save my life, not to disgust you. I dare not borrow my courage!" ye QingHan said truthfully.


    The owner''s plump body is full of charm, which makes ye QingHan dare not look directly at it. This kind of woman naturally makes men have evil thoughts. She stands tall and looks down at ye QingHan. She doesn''t pay more attention to the shroud. She asks coldly, "how is the cultivation of Xinghe against the sky?"


    "I''ve just started. Thank you for your concern." ye QingHan bowed down and said.


    "Zhen Tianhou, aren''t you crazy? Look up at the palace and talk. Aren''t you tired when you bend down?" the leader asked with a frown.


    A cold sweat appeared on ye QingHan''s forehead. It is estimated that no young man in the world looks directly at the workshop leader but is not surprised. It is a state of mind. Her appearance and temperament can disturb his state of mind, not to mention her cultivation has been stable in the fourth state.


    However, the workshop leader looked at ye QingHan coldly, forcing him to look up.


    Ye QingHan looked up at the owner and didn''t know how to place his hands.


    "Look into my eyes and tell me why you recovered so quickly after such a serious injury?" the leader asked faintly.


    Ye QingHan responded very quickly and immediately replied, "I have a unique talent and fast self-healing ability."


    "Fart! You lied to the palace. Believe it or not, I''ll take off your shroud?" the owner scolded directly.


    Ye QingHan twitched at the corners of his mouth. He knew he wouldn''t come to Zhentian Houyi.


    Hiss, hiss!!


    Ye QingHan took a few deep breaths and racked his brains to realize the lie, but he really couldn''t find a better excuse.


    "I''ve got an ancient treasure that helps me repair my injury... I''m afraid of being taken away, so I don''t dare to expose it." ye QingHan said calmly.


    With a dull hum, the leader seemed to be able to see through the essence of Ye QingHan through the shroud. Qing Zunxian emperor could see through ye QingHan''s identity. Although the leader was not the supreme Immortal Emperor, he was at least the existence of the fourth state, so he felt that ye QingHan was still lying.


    "I''ll give you another chance to organize language." the workshop leader gently stepped next to ye QingHan, held ye QingHan''s chin in his jade hand and said proudly, "no one has ever dared to lie in front of me, but you lied to me twice. Do you think I dare not teach you a lesson?"


    Ye QingHan''s eyelids jumped. Unexpectedly, the owner was so curious. He was ready to break the casserole and ask the end!


    "I said I was the inheritor of the Yan family. Will you kill me?" ye QingHan asked in a low voice with a slight tremor on his fingertips.


    The owner of the workshop stared at ye QingHan tightly, and the jade hand slipped and fell on the shroud below his throat. Gently, she untied ye QingHan''s clothes with dexterity.


    Ye QingHan''s hair suddenly opened and his blood flowed back. He wanted to retreat, but he didn''t dare to retreat. He looked at the owner with an embarrassed face.


    WOW!!


    The shroud fell, and ye QingHan only had a light pajama. His strong body was exposed, and the arc was clearly visible.


    The corner of the workshop master''s mouth raised slightly without feeling shy. The jade hand crossed the thin pajamas, and the coat fell off automatically. The explosive muscles on his body showed bronze color. Many scars were shocking, and some scars could not be healed at all.


    Each scar represents a war merit and also explains his wildness and ferocity!


    The blood of Yan Clan surges, and the vigilance is very strong. Unfortunately, ye QingHan is unable to resist, because Zhentian long Dao has been in the hands of the workshop owner.


    "It''s really Yan Clan." the workshop leader didn''t seem surprised, but said faintly.


    Ye QingHan watched the master''s jade hand slip from his scar. He couldn''t help tightening his body. Goose bumps broke up and said with a bitter smile, "master, my friendship with the aristocracy is true. It has nothing to do with blood. I don''t intend to report the hatred of that year. Just let time dilute."