When Yan Yi tried every means to 'study' her, Jing Yirong couldn't help but leave the inn and stroll around the town.
Although the city does not have the bustling buildings of the Underworld, it is still very lively. What's more important is that Jing Yirong now has this kind of time to waste, because the one-month period she gave Yan Yi has not yet come.
Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi were walking on the street, while Yan Yi was writing something with a pen and a stack of sheets.
Nalan Qingyi couldn't help but leaned forward and took a look, "Mr. Yan, what are you writing?"
"Nothing, I just wrote down Jing Yirong's words, deeds, and eating habits for easy research." Yan Yi put the paper in front of Nalan Qingyi, "Obviously I ate the same meal as you, fell asleep at the same time, and fell asleep at the same time.
Why is she different from you when she wakes up? You haven't taken her to see a doctor?"
Jing Yirong glared at Yan Yi, "You are the one who is sick. Who else in this world can read minds except you? You are the one who picks up random people and makes them weird."
"What are you thinking about now?" Yan Yi stared into Jing Yirong's eyes.
Jing Yirong raised his foot and kicked Yan Yi, "I'm thinking now, good dogs don't block the way, get out of the way!"
Yan Yi reluctantly walked aside, following Jing Yirong while lowering his head to study the records in his hand.
The crowd suddenly surged, and everyone ran in the same direction. Nalan Qingyi looked along the direction where everyone was running, "What happened?"
"A contest to recruit a bride." Yan Yi said without raising his head, "The richest man in this town wants to imitate the Jianghu people and engage in a contest to recruit a bride when marrying his daughter. Today is the third and last day."
"I didn't expect a rich girl to know how to do martial arts." Nalan Qingyi sighed.
Yan Yi pouted, "What kind of martial arts does she know? A subordinate in her house who is pretty good at martial arts helps her fight. She just needs to sit on the stage and watch. If she meets someone she likes, she will tell her."
My subordinates pretended to lose."
"How do you know so clearly..." Nalan Qingyi originally wanted to ask, but thinking about the meaning of being able to read minds, it would be easy for him to know the thoughts of anyone in the world except Jing Yirong.
Yan Yi looked at Jing Yirong again, "What are you thinking about now? Are you thinking about what the young lady looks like or what her men look like?"
"I have no interest in other people's looks," Jing Yirong replied calmly, "I'm just thinking that this family is too boring."
Yanyi lowered his head, "I guessed wrong again."
Nalan Qingyi chose to ignore Yan Yi's actions, "Yirong, let's go take a look, shall we?"
"Okay." Jing Yirong agreed smoothly.
The three people followed the flow of people towards the arena where the martial arts contest was held to recruit a bride. They must have been the richest man in the city, so there were still many people who came to participate in the martial arts contest to recruit a bride, but their martial arts skills were obviously inferior.
The rich girl was sitting on the banquet, looking shyly at everyone in the audience. Her appearance was quite outstanding, but she wasn't exactly shy. From a glance, you could tell that she had a strong sense of superiority, and she was happy to watch.
Yan Yi looked surprised, "How did you tell? Don't tell me that you can suddenly read minds again."
"He pretends to be shy and hangs his head, and from time to time he looks sideways at the fighting in the ring. Once you are kicked off the ring, the corners of his mouth are either proud or contemptuous. This kind of person obviously comes out to show off because his family has too much money."
Jing Yirong looked at Yan Yi, "This is analysis, not mind reading. Yan Yi, there are some things that only a fool can see."
Yan Yi touched Nalan Qingyi, "Can you tell?"
"You can't tell," Nalan Qingyi smiled, "I'm not as smart as I am."
Yan Yi shrugged at Nalan Qingyi, "The fool didn't see it."
Jing Yirong frowned and glared at Yan Yi, "It's best not to let me hear you say Qing Yi is a fool again, otherwise I'll be rude to you."
"A person who can fall in love with a monster can't be a fool," Yan Yi said disdainfully, staring at Jing Yirong's suddenly smiling face and feeling baffled, "What are you thinking about now?"
"I'm becoming more and more kind-hearted." Jing Yirong replied with a slight smile. If he had done it before, he should have taken action earlier.
Yan Yi rolled his eyes. He really didn't see how this cold man was kind. Didn't he threaten him just now?
Suddenly there was a call from the surroundings, and the three of them looked at each other. It turned out that the last day of the wedding ring was over, but the rich girl still seemed to want to marry him, so she turned the ring wedding into throwing embroidery balls, and changed her marriage.
Leave it directly to God to decide, and whoever is thrown into the mix will be the one to decide.
The crowds are surging, and everyone is working hard to become the son-in-law of the richest man in town. Compared with spending money on gambling in a casino, the chance of winning is much smaller, but the temptation is still big enough.
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Nalan Qingyi stretched out her hand to protect Jing Yirong in her arms, using her body to protect Jing Yirong and not letting anyone hurt her.
Jing Yirong smiled with satisfaction. She felt that she was very satisfied now that Nalan Qingyi was by her side.
The rich girl's eyes seemed to fall on Nalan Qingyi, her eyes kept rolling on Nalan Qingyi's face, and then she said a few words to her biological father beside her.
My father also turned his attention away from Nalan Qingyi. Seeing that Nalan Qingyi was graceful and elegant, he nodded with satisfaction. As soon as the two of them combined, they threw the hydrangea into Nalan Qingyi.
Nalan Qingyi was hugging Jing Yirong, his heart and eyes were filled with the lovely girl in his arms. He had no idea about the discussion between the two people on the stage, and he didn't know who pushed him from behind. He thought someone was rushing behind him.
When he came, he turned around and opened his arms to block the approaching crowd, but what came his way was the Hydrangea on the ring. Nalan Qingyi looked at the Hydrangea with a blank look on his face.
There were sighs, shouts and whistles in the crowd. The rich girl's father immediately walked off the ring. The crowd dispersed. The rich girl's father walked up to Nalan Qingyi with a look of joy on his face, "
May I ask what your surname is, Gui Geng, and where you are from?"
"I'm Nalan Qingyi," Nalan Qingyi handed the hydrangea to the rich girl's father, "I'm sorry, I'm already married, so please let me throw the hydrangea again."
The crowd immediately heard applause and applause, and the rich father raised his head to explore his daughter's thoughts."
The rich girl lowered her head shyly, as if she really took a fancy to Nalan Qingyi, "Since it is God's will, I can't change it. Although the young master is already married, my daughter is still willing to get married."
The father of the rich girl understood immediately and looked at Nalan Qingyi, "We are not unreasonable people. Naturally, we will not let you abandon your wife. You can bring your wife into the house temporarily. The younger one is the bigger one.
Your wife is young, so it would be nice for two girls to serve one husband."
"I'm really sorry. I only have room for my wife in my heart and have no intention of marrying again." Nalan Qingyi flatly refused.
The rich family didn't seem to have expected that Nalan Qingyi would refuse. He gave him a beautiful woman like a flower for nothing and took the family property with him. The pie-in-the-sky thing was actually rejected.
The father of the rich girl was stunned on the spot. The rich girl was not happy anymore. Her sensible attitude just now disappeared. She walked towards the ring and forced her to marry him, "Master Nalan, are you looking down on me? My family is very rich. If you marry him, you will be my husband."
I took a step back and offered to have two girls serving one husband. Why did you refuse? Maybe the lady in your family is a fairy and I am no better than her."
Nalan Qingyi hurriedly explained, "Young lady, you misunderstood me. I love my wife not just because of her appearance, but also because of her heart."
"Will my heart be worse than hers?" The rich girl still pressed hard, as if she would not give up until Nalan Qingyi married her.
"Can't you get married?" Jing Yirong, who had been standing behind Nalan Qingyi, walked out from behind Nalan Qingyi and looked at the rich girl mockingly, with a cold face.
Everyone was so focused on grabbing the hydrangeas that they didn't even notice Jing Yirong's appearance. Wasn't she just a fairy? Jue Leng's world-famous appearance made all the men present so deeply attracted by Jing Yirong that they even blinked.
Time will feel like wasted.
The rich girl looked at Jing Yirong, dissatisfied with the exclamations around her, and said in a domineering voice, "Who are you? You don't need to take care of this young lady's affairs."
"I'm not interested in your affairs. It's just that Nalan Qingyi is my husband and I can't take care of his affairs." Jing Yirong looked the rich girl up and down and said rudely, "I guess the jewelry she wears all over her body is easy to say.
I have to say it’s almost a pound, so you don’t have to worry about falling when you walk on the road. The powder on your face doesn’t need to be as thick as a wall, because it has no effect at all. As for the pungent fragrance, you’d better not let it go anymore.
People just want to vomit!”
"You!" The rich girl had no intention of resisting Jing Yirong's words. Growing up, only one person had been by her side and pampered her like a princess. No one dared to treat her like this.
Jing Yirong's face was expressionless throughout the whole process, "And don't daydream about you doing big things and me doing small things. If you want to be my dog, I think it's too fancy, so take care of it."
I'll find another unlucky guy myself."
"Damn it, how dare you say that to me." The rich girl raised her hand and slapped Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong held the rich girl's hand firmly, as if she was powerless. Jing Yirong pinched the rich girl's wrist with her thumb. The rich girl's face was pale, and there were a lot of sweat dripping from her forehead.
It hurt so much that I almost burst into tears.
"You, please let me go!" the rich girl screamed in pain.
Jing Yirong held on tightly, she only needed to exert slight force, and this woman's hand could break under her own.
Although Nalan Qingyi was happy that Tianmi Jing Yirong defended herself, she couldn't bear the pain of the rich girl, "Yirong, she doesn't mean any harm. I think I just need to make it clearer to her, and she will naturally understand."
If you understand that I can't marry her, just let her go."
"You haven't made it clear enough?" Jing Yirong raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do you have to tell her seriously that with her pig-headed appearance and a heart that feels good about herself but is actually in tatters, she won't even give you a damn?
You’re not even qualified to wash your feet, so what’s the point?”
The rich girl felt angry because of Jing Yirong's words, but she couldn't break away from Jing Yirong's hand.
Nalan Qingyi has never seen Jing Yirong like this. Is it because of him? She is still jealous, so she said a lot of words and reduced other women to worthless. When there was Linglong in the past, she
He had never hit Linglong, so Nalan Qingyi felt a hint of sweetness in his heart, "Are you jealous?"
Jing Yirong glared at Nalan Qingyi, then let go of the rich girl's hand and said in a cold voice, "Go back to the inn!"