Chapter 78: The negotiation between Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi failed. Nalan Qingyi returned to the room dejectedly. The moment he closed the door, all the worry and frustration in his eyes disappeared instantly. This kind of look
It feels good to watch a good show happen in front of you, and it is quite enjoyable to watch it so close.
Nalan Qingyi looked at his face in the bronze mirror and said to himself, "I really didn't know that I was so good at acting. I originally thought that when Jing Yirong was poisoned to death, it was the time for him to end everything, but he didn't expect that Jing Yirong was poisoned to death."
I survived the catastrophe, and God gave me such a different appearance. It seems that this good show will continue to be even more exciting."
The next day, Jing Yirong seemed as if nothing had happened, and went to see Nalan Zhijin as usual, and still urged Nalan Zhenqi to practice martial arts.
"Master, the most important thing now is not my martial arts training. Tomorrow you will give Ge Jiangke a result. Why are you not in a hurry now?" Nalan Zhenqi put down the sword in his hand and asked worriedly.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi slowly, "Zhenqi, standing with your opponent, the one who exposes his emotions first will definitely lose. You should learn how to hide your emotions."
Nalan Zhenqi was helpless. His master was more powerful than he thought. If anyone encountered this, they would have gone crazy.
Xiao Yan walked into the small courtyard with a pot of tea, poured a cup for Jing Yirong and held it in front of Jing Yirong, "Princess, the tea is ready."
Jing Yirong took it and said, "The sun is nice today, you can mix it with Fu Zhi Jin and go out for a walk."
"There are still three days left before the time Liu Mo said. It's not good to let the tenth brother get out of bed and walk now." Nalan Zhenqi was a little worried.
"You can't die." Jing Yirong drank a cup of tea. "After so many days of rest, you will become useless even if you lie in bed."
"Yes," Xiao Yan turned and walked towards Nalan Zhijin's house.
Nalan Zhenqi glanced at Xiao Yan when Xiao Yan turned around. The smile in the corner of her eyes made Nalan Zhenqi feel that something was wrong.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi who was in a daze without saying a word, picked up the tea cup and smashed it over.
Nalan Zhenqi noticed the change in the air flow, and when he came to his senses, the teacup was already in front of him. He immediately turned around a few times in the air, slowly landed, and lightly caught the teacup that was only an inch away from the ground, and handed it to Jing Yirong.
"master."
"Practice martial arts." Jing Yirong took it and dropped two more words.
Xiao Yandong supported Nalan Zhijin and carefully walked into the small courtyard. Nalan Zhijin, who had not seen the sun for a long time, was more excited than cautious, "Master, I can get out of bed and walk."
"Xiao Yan, his leg is not broken yet, let him walk by himself." Jing Yirong ordered.
Xiao Yan lowered her head and responded respectfully, "Yes."
After leaving Xiao Yan's arm, Nalan Zhijin put all his weight on himself. His originally relaxed face immediately became a little cautious, and his pace did not seem to slow down, for fear that walking too fast would tear open the wound.
Xiao Yan stood aside and did not look at Nalan Zhijin. Instead, her eyes fell firmly on Nalan Zhenqi. She nodded frequently to him who was practicing martial arts, and seemed to be very satisfied with his practice today.
"Zhenqi, drink some water and take a rest." Yue Ya appeared at some point with a cup of tea.
Nalan Zhenqi stopped collecting the sword, took the tea from Yue Ya's hand with a smile, raised his head and drank it down, "Thank you."
"No need." Yueya took out a handkerchief again and wiped the sweat from Nalan Zhenqi's forehead. Her eyes fell on Jing Yirong's face, and she still couldn't help being sarcastic, "I have never seen such a master, drinking in the sun by himself."
Drink tea and let the apprentice practice martial arts non-stop without letting him rest."
"Crescent Moon," Nalan Zhenqi said helplessly with a gentle smile.
Jing Yirong was indifferent to Yue Ya's words, but Xiao Yan, who had been watching from the sidelines, her eyes that were originally satisfied with Nalan Zhenqi's martial arts gradually dimmed, and she looked gloomily at Nalan Zhenqi and Yue Ya's every move.
Nalan Zhenqi seemed to feel a strange gaze from his side, turned around and looked at Xiao Yan, "Sister Xiao Yan, did I do anything wrong today? Why are you looking at me like this?"
"It's nothing," Xiao Yan's tone was cold, obviously she sounded unhappy.
Jing Yirong also looked at Xiao Yan unconsciously. She had never seen Xiao Yan being angry with Nalan Zhenqi.
Nalan Zhenqi looked at the angry Xiao Yan inexplicably. He didn't know what he did wrong to offend her, but he also felt that something was wrong. Why did Xiao Yan always give her a strange feeling today.
Nalan Zhijin walked around, with sweat oozing out from his forehead. He felt that a lot of strength in his body had been consumed, so he stretched out his hand to Xiao Yan, who was not far away from him, "Sister Xiao Yan, I'm a little tired, help me."
sit down."
"No," Xiao Yan curled her lips, "Sit yourself."
Jing Yirong frowned, "What happened to Xiao Yan?"
"It's nothing," Xiao Yan seemed to be suppressing something, reluctantly walked to Nalan Zhijin, put a hand in front of him, "hold it by yourself."
Nalan Zhijin looked at Xiao Yan with incredible eyes. Sister Xiao Yan today was so abnormal that he couldn't accept it.
Nalan Zhenqi kept his eyes on Xiao Yan and was silent for a long time. Although the thoughts in his heart were unbelievable even to himself, he still followed his intuition and hesitantly spoke, "Qiao Shuang'er?"
As soon as she helped Nalan Zhijin sit down, Xiao Yan suddenly stiffened when she heard Nalan Zhenqi's voice, then turned around, her dark eyes glowed brightly, and even her voice became like a bell, "Nalan Zhenqi
Lan Zhenqi, you are so amazing, you are the first person in the world who can guess my identity every time."
Nalan Zhenqi's guess is right. The person standing in front of everyone now is not Xiao Yan but Qiao Shuang'er, who is known as the Thousand Faces. Her voice is full of excitement. Even Duan Yuliu, if she hadn't deliberately revealed her
He couldn't spot her flaws. Unexpectedly, Nalan Zhenqi could tell it was her every time. Should she suspect that her abilities have deteriorated?
Jing Yirong immediately stood up and asked, "Where is Xiao Yan?"
"Don't worry, she's fine. I just let her rest in the room for a while." Qiao Shuang'er waved her hand nonchalantly, "Jing Yirong, don't be so cruel to me. I only acted like this because of Brother Liumo."
Come here to help him see how his patient is healing."
After speaking, Qiao Shuang'er ran directly to Nalan Zhenqi, her eyes full of joy, "You saw me coming again, how did you see it? Is there any flaw in me?"
"You are Qian Mian. Your disguise skills have been mastered for a long time. There is no flaw at all. I just guessed based on my feeling," Nalan Zhenqi answered honestly, "I thought Sister Xiao Yan was a little strange, so I thought of you directly.
Already."
"So powerful?" Qiao Shuang'er seems to have a gas station in her body that keeps refueling her. Otherwise, how could she be so energetic? "Nalan Zhenqi, everyone said that she thinks about things day by day and dreams at night.
, you can think of me all of a sudden, is it because you often think of me and dream about me? "
Nalan Zhenqi was stunned and looked at Yueya subconsciously. Yueya's face was a little stiff. Qiao Shuang'er's appearance was too straightforward. With her eyes fixed on Nalan Zhenqi, even a fool could tell that she was interested in Nalan Zhenqi.
Lan Zhenqi is interesting.
When Qiao Shuang'er saw Nalan Zhenqi looking at Yue Ya, the smile on her eyebrows dropped, and she waved her hand, "Forget it, no need to answer."
Jing Yirong looked at Qiao Shuang'er, "If you just came to see Zhijin's healing, I believe you have already seen it. I wonder what else you have to do?"
"Are you driving me away?" Qiao Shuang'er asked directly.
"No." A deep smile appeared on Jing Yirong's lips, "If you have nothing else to do and you happen to have so much time, why not stay here temporarily and help me with something."
"Help you do something?" Qiao Shuang'er held her chin as if thinking, "What are the benefits?"
Jing Yirong raised her fingers at Qiao Shuang'er, who stepped forward and said, "Say."
Jing Yirong approached Qiao Shuang'er and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The moon comes first from the quiet water tower."
Qiao Shuang'er's eyes lit up and she nodded, "What you said seems to make sense. Okay, it's a deal."
"I'll free up the study room for you to live in. That room is also closest to Zhenqi."
"Thank you, tell me if you have anything to do, and I will definitely do it neatly and beautifully." Qiao Shuang'er raised her eyebrows at Jing Yirong with satisfaction. Nalan Zhenqi was her ultimate goal for this trip.
From the moment he recognized her in Yuluo Village, she was destined to be with him for the rest of her life. As for other women around him, she would choose to simply ignore them.
Nalan Zhijin sat closest to Jing Yirong and Qiao Shuang'er, and was the only one who listened to the low-pitched conversation between the two. Although he couldn't understand everything, he seemed to understand a little bit, so he could only
He cast sympathetic eyes on Brother Qi.
"The first thing you have to do now is to release my men, and stop talking to us in Xiao Yan's face. I can't accept that my men have become so lively." Jing Yirong said this.
The words increased in volume.
Qiao Shuang'er nodded like garlic, "It's a trivial matter." She turned around and gave Nalan Zhenqi a bright smile, then ran directly into Xiao Yan's room.
"Master." Nalan Zhenqi looked confused, "Do you want Miss Qiao to live in the palace?"
Jing Yirong glanced at Nalan Zhenqi, "When did you start taking care of my decisions?"
"Zhenqi doesn't dare," Nalan Zhenqi immediately shut up. Qiao Shuang'er's appearance was too obvious. Even though he didn't want to think too much, but with such a direct question and such an eager look, Nalan Zhenqi even thought about it.
It's not good to be a fool. Instead, he is worried about Yue Ya's reaction. He is afraid that the harmony he has finally established with Yue Ya will disappear because of Qiao Shuang'er's appearance.
Jing Yirong turned around and supported Nalan Zhijin, "Today's training is over first. From tomorrow on, if you don't want to become a waste, get out of bed and walk for an hour every day."
"Yes," Nalan Zhijin nodded obediently and lowered his voice, "Master, do you like Sister Qiao more than Sister Yueya?"
Jing Yirong paused, "Who told you to call you Sister Yueya?"
"Brother Seven." Nalan Zhijin answered honestly. The master did not object to his being called Sister Qiao Shuang'er, but was unhappy with being called Sister Yue Ya. Does this mean that he guessed correctly, "Master, why don't you like Sister Yue Ya?"
Jing Yirong's tone was gloomy, "She can't let go of the hatred in her heart, and sooner or later she will take revenge. Nalan Zhijin, have you ever seen anyone who likes their enemies?"