Hearing what Nangong Yanran said, the old lady raised her head even higher.
When the tea was served, the old lady was still waiting for Nangong Yanran to invite her over, but she really praised herself too much. Nangong Yanran picked up the tea in a leisurely manner and began to taste it slowly.
"What? Don't you start teaching? Just one day." Nangong Yanran's behavior just now was already very irritating, and now he is looking at her with an innocent expression, which makes people want to vomit blood.
The old lady couldn't say anything when she was angry, so she could only endure it. Her face was as angry as a pickled eggplant, which made Qing'er want to laugh. Nangong Yanran also looked at the old lady with a smile.
In this way, the old slave explained here all afternoon, while Nangong Yanran and the others "appreciated" it like they were watching a monkey show.
That night.
"Hey, we meet again." Compared to the defensiveness last time, Nangong Yanran was quite calm this time. And this time his voice was not as cold as before.
"who are you?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"No, it doesn't matter to me who you are. Don't come again next time."
Xuanyuan Ziyi felt a little sad after hearing what she said. There was no other woman who didn't look like a nymphomaniac when she saw him, but she said not to come again, and she didn't even look at him this time.
"We will meet again! Soon!" Xuanyuan Ziyi smiled and said: "The less you want to see some people, the more you can see them. The less you want to have anything to do with them, the more entangled they will be.
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His voice was very magnetic, and she didn't know why Nangong Yanran was touched by these words.
The next day.
Before dawn, I heard that people outside were already busy. Nangong Yanran got up early, so the servant in charge of dressing up came very early.
But what Qing'er saw when she entered the room was a different situation. No one else was as busy, and it wasn't as lively as outside. Instead, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone in the room was there.
They all stood there obediently with their heads lowered, with almost the same expression on their faces, embarrassed and scared, but Nangong Yanran was still so relaxed and content.
"You all go out." Qing'er knew that they must have been criticized again.
Now I understand Nangong Yanran seven to eight points, and I feel much more comfortable doing things.
Upon hearing this, the group of people carefully looked at the god next to them, then looked at Qing'er, and then they felt relieved and retreated.
"Miss, why don't you take part in the rankings? Even if you don't want to be selected, you can't do this. It's disrespectful to be rude in front of the emperor." Qing'er understood that Nangong Yanran was acting like this just because she didn't want to be selected, but if she got in like this
, what should I do if the emperor really blames me?
After struggling all morning, it was finally over. At noon, someone came to inform me that the carriage was already outside the door and that he was being let out. He was not allowed to have lunch in order to keep in shape.
It's really weird. Could it be that eating this meal will make me gain weight?