Chapter 93 The group of people in the group could not help but be fascinated by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River under the same roof. The mood in everyone's heart was nothing. Of course, except for Jing Yirong, she had seen too much of these scenery in the group.
Many, when I was on a mission in Jiangnan, I stayed in Jiangnan for almost a month. Although the modern scenery is a little different from now, after all, it is just some flowers and plants.
Jing Yirong rented half of a large house. The owner's surname was Chen, so the word "Chen House" was hung on the door plaque. Since the house was rented out all year round, half of it was already rented.
Jing Yirong didn't mind sharing a house with others, and Nalan Qingyi certainly didn't mind either.
After renting the mansion, the owner of the mansion, Mr. Chen, held a banquet for the two tenants in the banquet hall of the mansion. Jing Yirong did not want to attend, but Nalan Qingyi did not want to touch Mr. Chen and persuaded him.
Jing Yi Rong.
Jing Yirong rarely agreed obediently, changed into simple clothes and left the house.
Entering the banquet hall, Jing Yirong stopped. In the banquet hall, apart from Mr. Chen, the person sitting at the dinner table was actually King Junqi. Behind King Junqi stood a man and a woman. The man was Yang Feng. Xiao
When Yan saw Yang Feng, her heart suddenly moved. No matter how many times she thought about the encounter in her mind, the result would still be unexpected.
Yang Feng's eyes kept falling on Xiao Yan, and he didn't move away even for a moment, for fear that he had seen the wrong person.
Jing Yirong and King Junqi looked at each other. They were both cold and talkative people. Compared to Jing Yirong, King Junqi was a little more gloomy and deep. Looking at his dark eyes, they were like a pool of water.
A pool with no bottom.
Mr. Chen probably didn't expect that his two tenants were actually influential figures. He stood up and said to Nalan Qingyi and Jing Yirong, "Master Nalan, you are finally here. Sit down quickly. If you don't do anything, the food will be cold."
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"Excuse me, Mr. Chen," Nalan Qingyi helped Jing Yirong sit down, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your warm hospitality. I'm sorry for causing you any trouble."
"In other words," Mr. Chen asked Nalan Zhenqi, Nalan Zhijin, Qiao Shuang'er and Yue Ya to sit down and looked up at Xiao Yan, "Why doesn't this girl sit down?"
"I am a servant, masters can do whatever they want." Xiao Yan retracted her gaze from Yang Feng and said with a smile.
Mr. Chen pointed to an empty seat. "Isn't there still a seat?"
"Yang Feng, sit down."
"Xiao Yan, sit down."
Jing Yirong and King Junqi said in unison, while Yang Feng and Xiao Yan were stunned at the same time.
Jing Yirong looked at King Junqi but called Xiao Yan's name, "Xiao Yan, sit down. This is Mr. Chen's wish. How can you shirk it?"
"Yes," Xiao Yan glanced at Yang Feng and then sat down.
King Junqi stared at Jing Yirong intently, "Mu Zixuan is mine."
"Dreaming." Jing Yirong should have thought that King Junqi's purpose of appearing here was the same as hers.
"We'll see." King Junqi didn't give in.
Mr. Chen looked at the two of them with an embarrassed look on his face, "Do you two know each other?"
"do not know."
"I don't know." They said in unison again.
Everyone was distracted during the meal. Xiao Yan tried her best to ignore Yang Feng's burning eyes, while Nalan Qingyi tried to ignore the hostility between Jing Yirong and King Junqi. Mr. Chen looked at the silent atmosphere on both sides.
, although I regret a little bit that I set this table of food and wine.
After eating, Mr. Chen also found a reason to leave the Chen Mansion, hoping that his mansion would be in good condition when the deadline was up.
Nalan Qingyi felt a little guilty when she thought of Mr. Chen's hurried departure, "Mr. Chen was even frightened by us."
"King Junqi's goal is the same as mine." Jing Yirong's eyes were firm, "I must get Mu Zixuan."
"Actually, I don't care." Nalan Qingyi held Jing Yirong's hand, "I don't care if I can be with you forever and live like this for the rest of my life. In fact, it doesn't matter who my father chooses to be the prince. I don't care."
"I have my say, Qing Yi, I will never look back on what I have decided to do, no matter who the opponent is." Jing Yirong looked determined to never give up.
Nalan Qingyi nodded understandingly, "You understand, as long as you are safe, I will support you no matter what you want to do."
Jing Yirong smiled softly and looked through the window into the courtyard. The layout of Chen's mansion was very different from that of the Crown Prince's palace. The house where Jing Yirong lived had only one room and an independent courtyard. Nalan Zhenqi and Na
Lan Zhijin lived in the small courtyard next door. Jing Yirong couldn't hear any movement next door, so he asked Nalan Qingyi, "What are Zhenqi and Zhijin doing?"
"They?" Nalan Qingyi thought for a while, "They seem to be sleeping."
"Sleep?" Jing Yirong stepped out, "They think they don't need to practice martial arts after leaving the palace?"
Nalan Qingyi felt something was wrong and hurriedly followed Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong kicked open the door of the small courtyard, and Qiao Shuang'er fell from the roof, "Why are you here?"
"Give you a chance, go to Nalan Zhenqi's room and drag him out now." Jing Yirong was calm and collected, not surprised at all by Qiao Shuang'er's sudden appearance.
Qiao Shuang'er clapped happily, "Okay, I'll go."
Qiao Shuang'er openly pushed open Nalan Zhenqi's room, and Nalan Zhenqi was already asleep. Yingting's face did not show the usual indifference to her, and when she closed her eyes, only she knew that Nalan Zhenqi had a pair of beautiful women in the world.
The most beautiful eyes.
"You are sleeping so soundly, I really can't bear to disturb you." Qiao Shuang'er held her chin and muttered. The carved figure seemed to have a kind of magic, attracting Qiao Shuang'er's eyes, making her unable to take her eyes away.
I just feel that he is very familiar.
With a naughty smile on her face, she stretched out her hand and pinched Nalan Zhenqi's nose.
"Yes." Nalan Zhenqi felt the lack of air in his chest, protested uncomfortably, and turned his head in displeasure.
"Ha," Qiao Shuang'er chuckled. This time she not only pinched Nalan Zhenqi's nose, but also stretched out her other hand to cover Nalan Zhenqi's nose.
Nalan Zhenqi felt uncomfortable intuitively, and her sleep gradually faded away. She suddenly realized something and suddenly opened her eyes. Qiao Shuang'er's bright smile was right in front of her eyes. Even though the mask was so ordinary, her beautiful and smart eyes were
, but like a bright pearl in the night, attracting his gaze in the dim light, it seemed like he had seen it before.
Qiao Shuang'er didn't expect that Nalan Zhenqi would suddenly open her eyes and face each other. The hand holding his nose unconsciously let go. Only her right palm was still covering his mouth, feeling his warm lips.
temperature.
Everything around her seemed to disappear, leaving only the other person in her eyes. Qiao Shuang'er swallowed her saliva. Nalan Zhenqi seemed to be becoming more and more attractive to her. Compared with the initial interest, she was more interested now.
Want to get closer to him.
"You..." Nalan Zhenqi opened his mouth and found that his mouth was covered with a pair of soft and cold hands.
The warmth in the palm of her hand made Qiao Shuang'er suddenly wake up, she instantly retracted her palm, lowered her head and said nothing. Nalan Zhenqi also sat up in a hurry, unable to find the words for a moment.
Jing Yirong stood outside the door, carrying Nalan Zhijin who was in a daze, "Qiao Shuang'er, don't be a nymphomaniac."
Jing Yirong's voice broke the silence in the room. Qiao Shuang'er frowned. Although she didn't know what the word 'nympho' meant, it probably didn't mean anything nice. She stood up as if she had woken up from her shyness.
He came over and said, "Your master is looking for you, but I want to remind you that it doesn't seem to be a good thing."
"Thank you." Nalan Zhenqi lowered his hands and fumbled for his coat, put it on and went out. He looked at Nalan Zhijin who was standing rubbing his eyes in confusion, "Master, what's wrong?"
"Follow me." Jing Yirong didn't answer. Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin looked at each other, feeling as if they were going to be unlucky.
Jing Yirong walked out of the courtyard and stopped by the pond, "Can you swim?"
"No." They both answered together.
"Yo." Jing Yirong nodded, stretched out his hand and kicked Nalan Zhenqi into the pond.
"Brother Seven!" Nalan Zhijin walked to the railing in panic and handed his hand to Nalan Zhenqi, "Brother Seven, hold me."
Nalan Zhenqi rowed randomly and handed his hand to Nalan Zhijin. When Nalan Zhijin saw Nalan Zhijin, he was about to pull Nalan Zhenqi up. Jing Yirong stood next to Nalan Zhijin and said, "You also go for a swim.
swimming,"
"Master..." Before Nalan Zhijin finished speaking, Jing Yirong lifted Nalan Zhijin's feet and pushed Nalan Zhijin out.
"Ah," Nalan Zhijin fell into Nalan Zhenqi's arms. The two non-aquatic people were waving their hands randomly in the pond, and their feet were desperately climbing on the water.
Qiao Shuang'er walked up to Jing Yirong and said, "Did I hear you right? What they just said was that they can't swim?"
"The enemy won't ask any more questions when they kick you into the water," Jing Yirong replied expressionlessly as he watched the two people sinking gradually in the pool.
"Someone has fallen into the water." Yang Feng's voice came from across the pond. Jing Yirong raised his eyes. Yang Feng stood behind King Junqi with a long sword in his hand. King Junqi looked straight at Jing Yirong. Unfortunately,
At night, I couldn't see clearly what kind of look he had.
"Yang Feng, don't meddle in other people's business. Miss Jing is training her apprentice." King Junqi stopped Yang Feng who was about to enter the water.
Yang Feng then followed King Junqi's gaze and saw Jing Yirong. He looked worriedly at the two people who were almost out of sight in the water, and shouted to Jing Yirong, "They will drown."
"He hasn't drowned yet." Jing Yirong said in a cold tone, as if what fell into the river had nothing to do with her.
Yang Feng looked at the pool nervously. There was no sound of the two people slapping together, and the river was calm.
Jing Yirong counted quietly for 30 seconds. With a word of "Xiao Yan", Xiao Yan appeared from the black dusk and jumped into the water to save people. Yang Feng saw this and jumped in too. In less than a minute
On the boat, Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi were rescued to the other side.
Yang Feng patted the backs of the two of them. The two who fainted coughed each other. After spitting out the water in their stomachs, they opened their eyes. A wave of fear surged out of their hearts. For a moment, they thought
They will die.
Jing Yirong flew through the water and landed on the other side. He grabbed Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi and threw them into the water.
The heartbeats of the two of them had just stabilized and accelerated again, and the water mixed with a little air poured into their mouths.
Qiao Shuang'er looked at Nalan Zhenqi with sympathetic eyes, "Your master is a devil, I don't dare to mess with him, but I can stay with you."
"They will really die if you do this." Yang Feng looked at Jing Yirong displeased. I had never seen such a master before.
Jing Yirong ignored Yang Feng and looked at Xiao Yan, "You teach them to swim here, rescue them when you find something is wrong, and then throw them away. If they can't learn, don't let them come up."
"yes."
Jing Yirong walked to Yang Feng and said, "I don't want Xiao Yan to stay alone all night, so you can just stay with her."