Since Qinglan's injury healed, Jing Aochang came to him, so the two became familiar with each other.
"Ahem, I've always been here. I should be asking you what's wrong." Jing Ao was ashamed, and it seemed that his presence was too low.
"Sorry, I didn't see it." Qinglan apologized politely. Now he is like a Clivia, elegant and gentle, and unparalleled in handsomeness.
Perhaps appearance is just his mask. When you look closely, what he sees is the indifference of the world that is warm and cold, the vicissitudes of hardship and helplessness and unwillingness to be merciless by fate.
"Jing Ao, can you help me?" Qinglan's tone was a little pleading.
Even though he had become a proton, a slave, a wandering or even a death, he had never asked anyone for anything, but at this moment, he was willing to let go of all his self-esteem.
He thought that most of the misfortune and pain came from his powerlessness. Every struggle was strangled by fate, and it can only be said that he was not strong enough to fight fate.
"What are you helping?" Jing Ao was surprised. Qinglan was Qiongying's man, and it was not his turn to help.
"I have been injured many times, and my meridians have been abolished. I only reshaped my meridians four months ago and have been practicing again, but I have been at a bottleneck in recent days. I want to ask you to guide me."
Qinglan was full of sincerity. Among all the people he knew, it can be said that Jing Ao was the most transcendent, with all eyes on everything, or it can be said that he was the most normal among so many people.
Although Nangong Chen is elegant, noble and elegant, and is as gentle as jade on the surface, he is cold-blooded in his bones and has been harsh with power.
As for Qingjun and others, let alone. Perhaps there is another person, Ye Chen, but this person is too difficult to guess and he can't see through.
"You have found the wrong person. I am very talented, but I can only feel ashamed when I am among the people like Qiongying and Chen." Jing Ao smiled awkwardly, and even Jing Hao's camphor wood head was also enlightened.
"Please don't refuse first. I believe you. If I still make no progress, I can only say that my qualifications are mediocre." Qing Lan said helplessly.
"Okay, I have many ways to practice illusions, which are very effective when used on Jing Hao. I'll find it for you." Jing Ao was quite happy.
In the days that followed, Qinglan became busy, and he didn't even dare to go out because he was afraid that Qiongying would let him leave like last time after seeing him.
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On this day, Qingjun was a little irritated, so he went out for a walk. He usually left the East Palace, either leaving the palace or heading west to the palace.
"Is she here?" Qingjun asked when she met Caiyi who was coming out of the palace.
"Young Master, who are you here?" Caiyi asked in confusion, although she knew very well.
"Sister." Qingjun's face was a little gloomy. Caiyi was definitely intentional! He hated her sister so much that he could call her sister one day. One day he could call her name.
"Caiyi was about to find you, the young master. The Lord asked you to go to the garden. Please wait. Caiyi will go back and report to the Lord. "Caiyi said word by word.
Qingjun was stunned for a moment, very surprised, and it turned out that she had not forgotten.
Caiyi looked at Qingjun who had changed from Yin to Qingjun, and then went back to report. In fact, the reason was very strange. Two days ago, the Lord ordered that if Qingjun came to find her, she would ask Qingjun to go to the garden.
If the Lord wants to invite Qingjun to the garden, you can do it anytime. Why does the Lord have to wait for Qingjun to come to find the Lord before saying it? It’s strange.
However, the Lord’s mind is indeed not something they can guess.