He asked Tang Ba to find some medicine that could be used both internally and externally, and after boiling it in the backyard, Zheng Ze got up and wrapped the pot in cloth and carried it to Yan Lingji's room.
Not everything in the world will go as you expect, people themselves are variables.
Just like the beauty at this moment, sitting beside the bed, her originally bright and pretty face is slightly pale.
"He is the fastest killer in Xinzheng, what are you doing to find him?" Zheng Ze just sighed without saying much.
He felt that this stunning beauty who had never corrected herself was a little troublesome. If she were born in the future, she would definitely be a bad student who would give the teacher a headache!
Hearing his voice, Yan Lingji, who knew that she was in the wrong, raised her delicate face and said, "This time he is alone, and I did not lose!"
Pour out the medicinal soup from the earthen pot, put it in a bowl and let the residue sit for a while. Zheng Ze didn't look back, "What's the difference between winning and losing?"
However, Yan Lingji has her own reasons.
"I have investigated and found out that he is the leader of the Nightfall Killer Organization. Since Nightfall did not take action, it means that he did not report your matter. As long as you kill him, you will not be exposed." She said with reason.
She didn't say that that day on the riverside, she felt a trace of despair from Zheng Ze at a certain moment, which was something she had never seen before.
Picking up the bowl, Zheng Ze resisted the urge to roll his eyes and came to her.
"You have investigated it, how did you investigate it?"
Hearing this, the expression on her pretty face froze slightly, she lightly pursed her red lips and said, "Qijuetang is investigating."
She took the bowl and tilted her head to one side.
Zheng Ze curled his lips, "Qijuetang..."
He had always just listened to the news about Qijuetang. Apart from asking them to pay attention to Madam Hu once, he never expected them to collect any useful information.
At first, I approached Qijuetang just because they were an organized and available person. After getting in touch with me, I found that their cohesion and work style were pretty good, but that was all.
"There's no use in silence. You can't escape what you have to face. After today, the information that Ye Mu has learned will have no effect on me. You don't have to worry about it anymore."
Zheng Ze still explained softly, thinking of her original intention of taking action, he didn't say much.
I am changing, but Yan Lingji is also changing.
That day on the bank of the river, Mo Ya did give himself a surprise. Maybe it's because a soul that is different from this world always makes people unconsciously have a detached perspective, and then slowly throw away the initial caution.
The same thing happened when Yan Lingji suddenly went to Mo Crow for a laning match. She was not a puppet on strings, she could always create little accidents for herself. Her thoughts were very innocent, so innocent that she was a little cute.
The world is unexpectedly wonderful, so you have to treat it seriously. The human state is a constantly changing current, and he has realized what shape he should be.
Raising her head, the woman's blue eyes looked at Zheng Ze, "So you have a solution?"
Facing the beauty's inquiry, Zheng Ze nodded seriously, not letting her settle down and wondering what other naive actions he would do.
Seeing this, Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange color, "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Zheng Ze didn't intend to reason with her. That was a stupid choice. He just said: "Drink the medicine quickly. Internal breath disorder will cause hidden dangers if not treated in time."
Looking at the medicinal soup in her hand, Yan Lingji curled her lips, but didn't say anything. Her eyes focused on the scratch on her left arm, which should have been caused by the flying feathers of the ink crow.
"You're so good-looking, why do you always think about fighting and killing? What if your face gets stained?" Different from the past, Zheng Ze's speech now is not as respectful as before, but expresses it unabashedly.
own emotions and attitudes.
She took a slight taste of the bitter soup, but didn't dislike anything. She was not a woman of wealth, and she would never be pretentious.
Looking at Zheng Ze, listening to the secret praise, a smile appeared on his beautiful face, "My face, isn't it pretty?"
Zheng Ze looked at her silently. Do you still need to ask if she looks good? If you think she does not meet the aesthetic standards, Gongsun Linglong should be in his prime at this time and you can consider it.
Reading the answer she wanted from his face, Yan Lingji's smile became brighter and brighter, "What a pity, no matter how beautiful it is, it doesn't belong to you. It's useless for some people to be anxious. Are you very angry?"
During this period of time, Zheng Ze followed the rules of getting along with her that soothed her heart, and it was very effective, so she showed her coquettish and beautiful side again.
However, in front of her eyes, Zheng Ze looked as normal and nodded lightly, "What you are saying is that it is useless for me to worry. The topical medicine is on the table. You can clean it up yourself. I will practice sword practice first.
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After saying that, he stood up and left.
Behind him, Yan Lingji's smile was frozen on her pretty face, and she stared blankly at his leaving figure.
Dai Mei frowned slightly, the medicine in her mouth suddenly became more bitter for some reason, could he be really angry?
What you just said seems a bit excessive?
After looking at the medicine on the table, I frowned and couldn't relax, so I didn't even change the medicine for myself this time.
After drinking all the medicine in the bowl, he put it on the wooden table beside the bed. After a moment of hesitation, he got up and walked to the window and poked his head outside.
The young man held the sword as usual, and he never seemed to slack off. But this time, Yan Lingji looked complicated and felt a little disturbed unconsciously.
Zheng Ze waved his sword while filtering all the previous information in his mind, looking for any mistakes.
Mo Ya's story reminded him that there are no absolutes in the world. Just like although he guessed the reason why Mo Ya didn't attack him, he still couldn't figure out his psychological journey.
When you decide to release the Warring States policy from before this timeline, you must be prepared to face huge waves.
There is a difference between an unknown person mastering the two great artifacts of papermaking and printing and a well-known celebrity creating them. From this day on, his name, Zheng Ze, is destined to appear in front of people all over the world.
He was already prepared. At this moment, he felt like I am not trying to reach for the stars and the moon, but I want to let the stars and the moon come to me.
After completing a set of simple sword skills, if you notice carefully, Zheng Ze's movements are exactly the same as the description of the sword skills, almost as if they were carved from a template.
Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, Zheng Ze shook his head. After practicing the fourth level of breath, he had a feeling that since it was breath, it naturally breathed in and out. The purpose of sword practice was to draw the sword.
Putting the heavy sword aside, Zheng Ze went back to the pavilion to wipe his sweat, and then went to Yan Lingji's room.
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In a peaceful place where flowers are blooming and birds are chirping, the sound of reading can be heard faintly in the distance.
A man in Confucian robes sat in front of the case, looking at the books spread out on the case. Not far from him, in a pavilion supported by eight stone pillars, the sound of conversation could be heard.
"The history recorded in this book is contrary to the way of the saints."
"It's just a written record. If you have the holy line in your heart, you will be clear. Why should senior brother be obsessed with the Tao itself?"
After a moment of silence, the former's tone seemed to change, "That's right. It is said that this policy came from South Korea. I remember that Han Fei returned to China not long ago?"
"Yes, Han Fei went home with his dream. I never thought that apart from him, there are such outstanding people in Korea. Maybe his dream will be more exciting." The old man said slowly with his hair tied high, stroking his beard.
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The old man who was called Senior Brother pondered for a moment, stood up, and faced the mountains and deep valleys in front of him, "Let's not mention the content of the book for now. The material used to write the text is simple and thin, and the words are neat and unified, not like copying one by one. I seem to be watching
What it brings is a new possibility."
The old man kneeling in front of the case smiled softly and pressed the paper that was blown by the wind with his hand, "Senior brother, since you have already made a decision, why should you hesitate?"
The old man standing under the pavilion nodded faintly, and then heard him call, "Fu Nian."
The man in Confucian robes turned his head when he heard the sound, and immediately stood up and walked towards the Octagonal Pavilion.
While ordinary people are shocked by what they see before them, thoughtful people have already begun to consider its impact. A seed is thrown into the land of the Seven Kingdoms, waiting for time to ferment, sprout and take root.
