"Have nothing to say?"

"I really have nothing to say..." I nodded honestly. That was it. Nangong Yi and I were thousands of miles apart in time, space and geography, and we couldn't communicate at all.

"You..." Nangong Yi clamped my chin and stared at me fiercely for a long time, but he only said one word, and then there was nothing more.

I waved him away with my palm, rubbed my sore chin, and glared at the confused Nangong Yi, "Are you unhappy because all the wounds on my body have healed recently? You insist on poking a few holes in me?"

come out?"

Nangong Yi's eyes flickered a little, his mouth tightened into a straight line, and he didn't speak again.

I ignored his confusion and left the room to watch Mu Lian and Xuan Ming fight.

Coming to this north, in order to adapt to the cold climate, everyone became obsessed with martial arts to strengthen their bodies. The competition between Mu Lian and Xuan Ming never came to fruition, so the two made an appointment to compete under the yellow flower tree every evening until they broke up.

Until there is a winner or loser

I don’t know why, but from the beginning to now, the two have been competing for more than half a year, and there has never been a clear winner, so the competition continues rain or shine.

This also created a fixed entertainment program for Qingqing and me. It’s like waiting to watch a fixed TV program every evening. It’s not that I’m bored, it’s just boring in ancient times. What’s the point of watching the same competition every day? But there are

It's better than nothing

Same time, same place, same actors and audience, same plot

Time: Dusk Location: Under the yellow flower tree

Actors: Xuan Ming, Mu Lian Audience: Ling Yue, Qing Qing

Plot: Martial Arts Tournament

Qingqing and I just went to the same place at the same time every day and watched the old actors perform the same plot. Later, Qingqing and I kept the same movements when we watched the show.

Qingqing and I sat on the loess slope not far from the yellow flower tree, holding our cheeks in our hands, watching carefully, and from time to time we privately discussed the actors' eye contact and whether their movements were in place.

Of course, this is a fixed program every day, and there are some irregular programs. For example, sometimes I will follow Nangong Yi to the racecourse on a whim. This is called visiting the racecourse and learning riding skills. In fact, I just take advantage of Nangong Yi when he is not paying attention.

He slipped away and then swaggered to the breeding area to see the horse mother giving birth to the pony. The horse mother breastfed the pony, and then listened to the breeder's gossip about the horse mothers. It was wonderful, but every time she talked about the essence, Nangong

Yi would appear unnoticed in the horse pile and stare at me coldly, which really disappointed me. It was like when a person is extremely high, someone suddenly pours a basin of cold water from head to toe to cool him down.

The bottom is turned upside down, the nerves that are obviously happy are still trembling, but the surface is frozen, it is really depressing.

What makes me even more uncomfortable is that even if I have to live with this pervert, he often looks at me quietly and strangely with his deep eyes, which is so quiet that it always scares me.

I really haven’t done anything bad recently...

Li Longji is also separated from me by thousands of miles. I think Nangong Yi no longer has to worry about me cheating?

Thinking about it carefully, it was the day Nangong Yi discussed with me the nature of love and the reasons for his change of heart that things started to become abnormal. But I thought about it several times and it seems that I didn’t say anything extreme. What I said was classic.

Philosophy

Come to think of it, Nangong Yi's IQ is not enough and he can't deeply understand the philosophy I mentioned, so what misunderstanding has arisen?

Well, that’s definitely the case!
Chapter completed!