"When she's in pain, you're in pain. When you're in pain, she's leaning in Mo Jingxiao's arms sweetly. Do you know any of the many things you've done?"
"Juehun, this is the last chance given to you by the Queen Mother. You have to decide what to do. You know, if you don't go, the Queen Mother will send someone else to go. Have you ever thought about what she will be like by then?"
"If you can't get something, it's better to destroy it, don't you think?"
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"What? The people of Shengjing City are lining up at the entrance of Shengjing Mansion to sue Yin Changrong?" Ning Yujin was being pressed down by Mo Jingxiao himself. When he heard the news, he was so excited that he almost threw away the sandbags.
Murong Xuan looked at him.
Murong Xuan quickly stepped back and stood in a safe position, then nodded and said with a smile: "Yin Changrong has been doing evil in Shengjing City for so long, and now that there is an opportunity to punish him, the people naturally came forward enthusiastically."
"The reason why the common people are willing to stand up is probably more than this." Ning Yujin grinned and looked at Murong Xuan and laughed to herself.
Murong Xuan smiled and shook his head and sighed: "Oh, it's really difficult to hide anything from Miss Third."
Ning Yujin stuck out her tongue and smiled proudly: "This is common sense. Yin Changrong's grandfather is King Jingyang, his aunt is the Queen Mother, and his cousin is King Xing. How many people can he offend in Shengjing City? Even if he is
The governor of Shengjing City has to bow his head when meeting him. Who knows if arresting him this time is just a formality? If anyone rashly stands up and identifies him, I'm afraid it will be a lot easier for him after he comes out."
After saying that, she paused, glanced at Mo Jingxiao who was practicing squatting with her next to her, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "But if there is someone who can surpass Yin Changrong to support the people, the effect will be
It’s completely different. If benefits are promised again, the people will naturally queue up to file a complaint. Don’t you think so, Mr. Murong?"
At the end of the sentence, Ning Yujin turned to look at Murong Xuan and saw a look of approval on his face.
"The third lady's analysis was very thorough and accurate."
Ning Yujin was so praised that she almost floated up, her face curved to the maximum, but then she heard a cold voice saying: "Spread your feet apart, squat down, and raise your arms straight!"
Ning Yujin immediately pursed her lips and quickly followed the instructions, but looked pitifully at Mo Jingxiao next to her.
She had some doubts about who was pretending to be Mo Jingxiao, who was so enthusiastic about her the night before. Look, is this guy who is as cold as ice cubes really the Mo Jingxiao she knew? Fortunately, she was still there last night.
She was too excited to sleep, huh, it was a waste of her beauty sleep time.
When Murong Xuan saw that their master had spoken, he immediately cupped his hands in a sensible manner and said: "Zizhan just remembered that there are some things to deal with, so I won't disturb you and the third lady. I'll take my leave now."
"Yeah." Mo Jingxiao nodded slightly.
"Hey, Mr. Murong, wait a minute, you just started talking, why did you leave? Where's the middle? Where's the highlight?" Ning Yujin was still chasing after her.
"Well, let's hear the explanation next time." Murong Xuan saw that his father's aura began to change, and he quickly ran away, rushing straight out of the yard without missing a beat.
Ning Yujin hadn't felt it yet, so she said to herself: "Mr. Murong, it seems like someone is chasing him with a knife from behind. Why are you running so fast?"
Just as she was talking, she looked up and saw Mo Jingxiao looking at her. She felt a thump in her heart and immediately realized what she was doing. She thought to herself that it was not good.
"Legs, step forward! Keep your waist straight! What's wrong with your arms? Just two sandbags dangling around. All your practice these days has been in vain? Starting from tomorrow, two more!"
Ning Yujin immediately looked up at the sky, her face filled with grief and anger: "Mo Jingxiao, why did I offend you in my previous life? God wants to send you to torture me like this?"
Is this the legendary saying "beating means kissing, scolding means loving each other, if you don't hit or scold, you won't love each other"?
Well, I feel better if I think about it this way. At least people still love themselves.
"I see that you have been too busy recently. After the next two hours of horse walking, you will practice plum blossom pile for another hour." Mo Jingxiao said these words in a calm tone, with a pair of phoenix eyes slightly raised, and he glanced at Ning casually.
Hibiscus's face.
Ning Yujin's expression for a moment could be described as wrinkled, with her nose and eyes all wrinkled together.
There were no tears in her eyes, but her heart was bleeding - God, she would rather not have this kind of love!
"Be good, practice hard, and you can eat some sweets."
Mo Jingxiao reached out and rubbed Ning Yujin's forehead, his voice was as soft as coaxing a child.
Ning Yujin felt intoxicated and nodded hurriedly.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had fallen into Mo Jingxiao's trap again!
After lunch, Mo Jingxiao went to the martial arts hall to take a look at Di Changfeng, then got up and went to the palace.
Ning Yujin gave him a Qi Condensing Pill, and asked Zero One and Zero Two to protect him and not let him take action unless necessary. In this way, he might be able to survive the selection period smoothly.
After sending Mo Jingxiao away, Ning Yujin originally wanted Murong Xuan to tell her the story in the morning. Who would have thought that Murong Xuan really had something to do and left the house, so she only had a framed picture sent to her.
The wedding invitations are exquisitely made with gold powder.
Ning Yujin opened it and looked at it, and an indescribable feeling suddenly came over her heart: "Prince Mo Ye, Shen Yixuan, the granddaughter of Duke Xin."
It feels like we first met at the Peony Flower Festival. The woman in the goose-yellow shirt was plucking the strings in the pavilion and was intoxicated. In the blink of an eye, she was actually going to get married.
Ning Yujin couldn't help but think of Su Yuehua again. She hadn't contacted her for a long time. She must still hate her now.
Alas, she even recognized Su Xiang as her adoptive father, but now she didn't even have the courage to go to the prime minister's house.
Qi Yue, Qi Yue, that guy really killed her.
Just as she raised her head and looked up at the sky sadly at a forty-five degree angle, she heard another shadow guard outside bringing something over. She waved her hand and said, "What is it? Bring it in."
"Miss, it's a letter from Miss Su." Xiangyue took the letter and handed it to Ning Yujin.
"Miss Su? Which Miss Su?" Ning Yujin paused for a moment, then quickly snatched the letter away, "Didn't I hear that? She really wrote me a letter?"
After unpacking and opening, the font style has not changed at all. Who else could it be if it wasn't Su Yuehua?
Ning Yujin hurriedly scanned the contents of the letter, and suddenly laughed happily: "Yuehua asked me to go to the Duke's Mansion with Sister Xuan before she gets married, so that the three of us can have a small gathering."
"When will the young lady go..." Before Xiangyue could finish asking, she saw Ning Yujin running straight into the house like a gust of wind.
"Xiangyue, which dress do you think I wear better? This one? This one? Or this one?"
"Miss, don't you like simplicity? Are you sure these are in line with your style?"
Ning Yujin thought for a while and said nonchalantly: "Sister Xuan is getting married soon, so it would be nice to wear something festive."
Seeing Ning Yujin's happy look, Xiangyue couldn't help but become happy too.
Miss Su's matter has always been a hurt that the ladies are unwilling to talk about. If the two of them can really resolve their differences this time, it would be the best thing.