Five days later, Jing Yirong and everyone stood in Nalan Zhijin's house. It had been five years. In five years, I hadn't heard this kid say anything. Now he was about to wake up and everyone agreed.
They gathered around, waiting for the moment Nalan Zhijin regained consciousness.
Lady Poison couldn't wait any longer, "Why hasn't Jing Yirong woke up yet? Could it be that the blood of the descendant of the Dragon Clan has no effect, or maybe he slept for too long?"
"He will wake up." Jing Yirong's eyes did not move away from Nalan Zhijin's face, and the firmness and calmness in his tone made the poisonous lady feel a lot more at ease.
The whole morning, until Duan Yuliu also walked out of the house, Nalan Zhijin still didn't wake up. The poisonous lady had lost her patience and simply walked up to Jing Yirong and asked, "Why hasn't he woke up yet?"
"He will wake up." Jing Yirong still answered the same.
The poisonous lady was angry, "Don't you stay like this half-dead forever? Didn't you see that he didn't wake up?"
"I saw it," Jing Yirong looked up at the angry poisonous lady, "What do you want me to do, walk around as carelessly as you? If it makes you feel better, I don't mind standing up and following you.
Walk behind you."
"You..." The poisonous lady was so angry at Jing Yirong that her lungs almost exploded, "Jing Yirong, believe it or not, I will kill you right now."
"You can't kill my master." Suddenly a weak voice came from somewhere.
"Who said that..." Lady Poison answered without thinking, and then she seemed to realize something and turned around to look at Nalan Zhijin in disbelief. He was awake! He was looking at himself with those bright eyes!
Jing Yirong also felt a burst of joy. She always felt an unknown happiness welling up in her chest. However, her eyes turned red and her throat seemed to be blocked. It took her a long time to say, "You're awake."
"Master, you look like you are about to cry." Nalan Zhijin took Jing Yirong's hand and tried to sit up, staring at Jing Yirong carefully, "Master, it has been almost five years, and you have not changed at all.
."
The poisonous lady was surprised, "How did you know that five years had passed?"
"You told me." Nalan Zhijin looked at the poisonous lady, "Every day you say a lot of things in my ears and tell me everything that happened. I don't know why, I obviously can't open my eyes.
But I can hear any of you speaking."
Nalan Zhijin looked at Jing Yirong, "Master, I have always wanted to tell you that I don't blame you. In five years, ten years, even if I can only sleep in a dream for the rest of my life, I will not blame you at all."
Jing Yirong smiled and nodded, touching Nalan Zhijin's hair, "Master knows. But now that Zhijin has woken up, he can't be lazy anymore, and he will have to double his daily training from now on!"
"Master..." Nalan Zhijin called helplessly like a coquettish person. When the smile faded, Nalan Zhijin stared at his changed arms and body and smiled bitterly, "I really can't adapt to the fact that five years have passed all of a sudden. I just fell asleep."
Read the full text of Jin Wu Potian."
After listening to Nalan Zhijin's words, Poison Lady felt uncomfortable in her heart, but she comforted Nalan Zhijin, "What do you have to complain about? There are not many people who always hope to grow up all at once. You are asking for it."
It’s cheap and sells well.”
Nalan Zhijin's eyes fell on the poisonous lady, "It has been five years and you are still not as good-looking as my master."
"You brat, are you looking for death?" The poisonous lady was angry. After sleeping, this boy's character and attitude towards her did not change at all.
Nalan Zhijin watched with satisfaction as the poisonous lady got angry, then softened her tone again, "I'm really afraid that I will have such a fierce foster mother in the future. Master, you have to help me in the future."
"Who is cruel? Your master is more cruel than me, okay? You don't know..." The poisonous lady suddenly paused, "What did you just call me?"
Jing Yirong's smile deepened unconsciously, and Nalan Zhijin pursed his lips with a wicked smile, "Forget it since you didn't hear."
"How can it be like this? Say it again, call me again." Lady Poison stepped forward and pushed Jing Yirong away and sat next to Nalan Zhijin, with a look of anticipation on her face, "Can you call me again?"
The smile on Nalan Zhijin's face faded. He stood up, lifted the sheets, and knelt in front of the poisonous lady as quickly as possible. "My child has met his adoptive mother. Thank you very much for not giving up in the past five years."
"Get up, get up." Lady Poison's eyes were a little moist. She had dreamed of this day, but she never thought that when she actually saw Nalan Zhijin kneeling in front of her and calling her a stepmother, she would cry so hopelessly.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin, "Now that you have a good adoptive mother, you must live a good life."
"I will." Nalan Zhijin replied firmly.
Nalan Zhijin's sobriety added another layer of joy to Yuluo Village. Xiao Qier proudly told Nalan Zhijin that her name was Duan Jinyao and her nickname was Xiao Qier, which was named for her by her mother.
Nalan Zhijin felt warm in his heart. The master had never forgotten them. They would always be so important in the master's heart.
Nalan Zhijin liked Xiao Qier very much, and Xiao Qier also relied on Nalan Zhijin. However, they did not develop into a couple as Jing Yirong imagined, just because Xiao Qier disliked Nalan Zhijin too much.
It is childish to insist that his mental age is only 8 years old. This is a great shame for Nalan Zhijin. Being called childish by a 5-year-old daughter, at least now his body is 13 years old, and in the past 5 years
His mental age has also continued to grow!
Nalan Zhijin discussed this issue with Xiao Qier for a whole day, and concluded that Xiao Qier's success with a charming smile made Nalan Zhijin admit his naivety.
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Jing Yirong stood by a pond in Yuluo Village, and footsteps came from behind. Jing Yirong knew who was coming before she even turned around, "Xiao Qier, aren't you clinging to me?"
"She's taking a nap." Nalan Zhijin followed Jing Yirong's gaze and looked at the sparkling water, "Master, do you really want to marry Duan Yuliu?"
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin, "He is not your eldest brother, whether he is dead or alive, he is not your eldest brother."
"I understand." Nalan Zhijin has accepted the fact in a few days, "I just want to tell the master that no matter what decision you make, I will support you. Five years ago, I always envied Brother Qi for being able to understand you.
I can help you solve your problems. Now that I'm awake, I have enough ability to stay with the master and protect him."
"Apart from Xiao Qier, I only have you." Jing Yirong reached out and held Nalan Zhijin's hand, "Don't leave me, master, again."
"No way." Nalanzhi Jinhui held Jing Yirong's hand, "I will never leave the master alone again."
The worry between Jing Yirong's brows faded away, "Thank you."
Nalan Zhijin did not reply. The person who should say thank you was actually him who read the full text of Supreme Dragon Totem.
After all, Yuluo Village is the largest village in the world, and it is the first time to hold a wedding in decades, so all the preparations are grand and luxurious. With hundreds of tables arranged, all the banquet halls of Yuluo Village are filled with tables.
The entire village was shrouded in a layer of festive red silk. Thousands of red lanterns were lit together, making Yuluo Village as bright as luminous beads at night.
The phoenix crown, Xia Pei and Yonglong sent by the housekeeper are luxurious. Pure golden silk threads are painted and woven into exquisite phoenixes on the fine clothes. The cuffs of the clothes are embroidered with auspicious clouds. Every pearl on the phoenix crown is priceless.
, even a simple piece of earrings and accessories can cost a city.
Duan Yuliu stepped into the room, "Are you satisfied?"
"Very satisfied." Jing Yirong stroked her clothes, "Duan Yuliu, you are so wasteful. I don't need you to treat me like this."
"How can you treat Jing Yirong, who is the most beautiful woman in the world, so lightly when she gets married?" Duan Yuliu said with a smile on her feminine face, "Even if it is just a play, it is for the world to see. Since it is for the world to see, of course I can't let anyone see it."
I feel that I have wronged you. Although it is not as good as the time when you married into the palace of the underworld with thousands of soldiers and hundreds of cavalry, this wedding can still be worthy of you."
Jing Yirong smiled lightly, "I was not the one who married Nalan Zhijin back then. The real person I have only married is you, Duan Yuliu."
Duan Yuliu didn't understand, and Jing Yirong didn't explain. He just changed the topic, "Notified everyone?"
"Don't worry, I have sent invitations to everyone who can be named in the world. Now everyone in the world should know that you, Jing Yirong, have not only appeared again but also married me, Duan Yuliu."
"Very good, there will probably be a good show to watch on the wedding day." Jing Yirong curled her lips.
Duan Yuliu raised his eyebrows, "How do you want to deal with Ye Xieming?"
"I want him to die in pain." Jing Yirong's calm words were filled with strong hatred, which shocked the listeners.
"Jing Yirong..."
"I don't want to hear anything about Ye Xieming right now. It's you Duan Yuliu. Now that you marry me, I'm afraid no woman will dare to marry you. After all, no woman will dare to compete with me for a man." Jing Yirong
Changing the subject, "Don't you think it's a pity?"
Duan Yuliu smiled bitterly, "What a pity? There is nothing to regret. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't marry any woman in this life."
"You've never been in love?" Jing Yirong was surprised.
"Moved." Duan Yuliu fell silent, but when Jing Yirong thought he wouldn't speak anymore, he spoke again, "Not all relationships will have results, and some people are destined to never be together for the rest of their lives. It's better to torture each other.
Forget each other in the world."
Jing Yirong had never seen Duan Yuliu like this before. All his confidence and pride seemed to disappear in an instant. The person standing in front of him was just a man who was hurt by feelings. Exhaustion and emotional injury surged in his body.
, so much so that he still feels pain.
Jing Yirong looked at Duan Yuliu, "Since you have no connection with him, and I have no connection with him, then don't even think about it anymore."
Duan Yuliu walked up behind Jing Yirong, picked up the wedding dress on the table and held it in front of Jing Yirong, "Try it, if you wear it tomorrow you will be a member of my Duan family. Jing Yirong, you will be heaven."
The most beautiful bride down there.”
"You will also be the most handsome groom in the world." Jing Yirong took over the wedding dress, "Please take good care of me in the future."
"I will." Duan Yuliu smiled.
Jing Yirong knew very well what would happen tomorrow. She hadn't seen him again for a long time, and he would definitely appear tomorrow, but by then she would have already put on someone else's wedding dress. Ye Xieming, the hope you once gave me
, I will return all the pain and disappointment you have given me little by little. I will make you sober. There is a kind of pain that is like a soldering iron stuck to your heart. No matter how much you want to get rid of it,
The pain was so deep that no matter how hard I struggled, it was all in vain. All my efforts resulted in was a heart that was beyond recognition under the iron.