The first sentence of the beginning, I want to say..., the author of the previous chapter has something to say!! Go back and take a look!! The author Bai was moved by himself and cried, but few people watched it, which made Euler so angry that he returned the author's touch!!┭┮﹏┭┮
The main body begins below.
When Xiaozhezi and his group left with heavy steps, the old man also sat back on the chair and raised the teapot. He seemed to be calm and gentle, but he said to himself: "He is capable, talented, and cunning...! Alas, my disciples have all been granted marquis, but I am the last one to know. I deserve this master, how can I bear it~."
Yan Bing smiled, walked to the old man, squatted down, and while pounding the old man's legs, he said happily: "Master, what do you say? What marquis do I have? Isn't it better than your prince? How dare I show off in front of you..."
"Hmph!" The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You little girl, you are so damn, hurry up and practice martial arts! If you want to have time to practice martial arts in the future, it will be difficult."
Yan Bing supported his knees, slowly stood up, ran to the old man's back and began to pinch his shoulders, and said while pinching, "In the eyes of his disciples, practicing martial arts is naturally much more important than being an official, but can the people of Liang live and work in peace and prosperity, and look more important than practicing martial arts by his disciples. Do you always say that's the reason?"
The old man sat up so angry that he held the teapot and sipped again, then slowly said, "I can't tell you!! But I am still your master! Master is now ordering you! Go and practice martial arts quickly! Don't talk anymore!"
"Yes! Master..." Yan Bing secretly stuck out his tongue behind the old man, made a face, then turned around and returned to the secret room, practicing sword while reciting the name of the move.
"Surveying the clouds and fog, how can the east wind rise? The ice is dense and the purple air is still broken. Letters open the city to send a letter..., letters, letters..., letters!? Letters!!"
Yan Bing seemed to suddenly remember something and slowly lowered Qingxuan in his hand.
Damn! Reply!!
I was disturbed by that little girl! I forgot again!!!
He hurriedly put away Qingxuan, walked out of the secret room, and planned to go back to the room to write a letter.
Passing by the front yard, the old man looked at Yan Bing who was in a hurry and asked with a puzzled look: "If you don't practice swords, why are you going?"
Yan Bing said smoothly: "Reply!
Reply!?To whom did you reply? Only one person has sent her a letter!?
This is much more interesting than drinking tea! I have to go and have a look!
The old man showed a humble smile and walked slowly to the door of Yan Bingwu.
Watching in sneakily...
Yan Bing took a pen, grind ink, spread paper, and his movements were flowing.
But just as I finished writing, it was frozen...
This..., how do I write it??
Brother, haha! Sorry! I'm actually a man!
No, this can piss him to death...
Handsome guy, sorry, you are not the type I like, but you are a good person...
Damn it, it's so bad!!! Not to be able to do it!!!
I, a woman with a gender, a woman with a hobby, so goodbye!
After he finished reading, would he hold a knife to chop me up?
"Well......" Yan Bing's old problem was made again. When he encountered a problem that could not be solved, he began to make strange noises...
The ink on the pen dripped on the paper, but she still couldn't think of a reply that would allow the other party to accept it without overreacting.
It's so hard to be a woman...
Yan Bing’s first time visiting my aunt did not have the deep insights this time…
"If you can't write it out, don't write it..." The old man couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around and went into the house, looked down at the brocade paper covered with ink, and felt heartbroken. He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Bing, and said earnestly: "Actually, that child is good. If he really can give up the throne for you, it would be an unprecedented story."
After listening to Yan Bing, he couldn't even hold the pen and fell directly to the ground.
What a god's good talk!!! I'm going to agree! Only the last word left is unheard of everlasting!!! There is also a good talk!!!??
So I picked up the pen, rubbed the brocade paper, changed it, and wrote a sentence in a slew manner.
We are not suitable!
It's done!
Yan Bing looked at this simple and clear reply with satisfaction, and thought to himself, it's all!
I put the letter on the table and started looking for the envelope. I found the envelope and turned around again...
Well!?Who is it!??
When he looked up again, the old man raised his eyes to observe the sky. To be precise, he looked at the beam with his hands behind his back and did not speak.
As long as you are not blind or stupid, you can see that it was him who took it away.
"Master!? Why are you causing trouble? Can you solve the problem of your disciple yourself?" Yan Bing begged with a helpless expression.
"Then you have to consider the people of the world!" The old man's stubbornness also came up and said righteously: "Save you alone! Save all the people of the world! The most important thing is that my grandson looks good, and he is also the prince's identity. Isn't it a grievance for you??"
Yan Bing gradually lost patience, and his tone became colder. He slowly uttered a few words and said, "Master, do you still remember what happened to Li Lingyue?"
When the old man heard this, he immediately widened his eyes, pointed at Yan Bing, and shouted: "You!!"
Yan Bing said nothing, turned around and opened the cabinet door, pulled out the bag and began to clean up his belongings.
When the old man saw this posture, he became timid in an instant. He approached him and said in a gentle and sincere tone: "Oh, why bother? Good disciple, you have a little too tough..."
Yan Bing didn't raise his head and continued to stuff things into the bag, but his hand speed was slightly slower, trying to wait for the other party to completely compromise...
Seeing that her hands were still moving, the old man was a little angry and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't forget! I am your master! I will be your master for one day! I will be your father for life! I am your real father...!!"
When Yan Bing heard this, he became even more angry and then raised his hand speed.
"You, you! You are so angry that I am so angry!" The old man's face turned red, but his stubborn temper was always someone who gave in to him. It was harder than climbing the sky to make him admit his mistakes.
Yan Bingyan saw that everything was almost done, and looked at the old man, wanting to give him a last chance.
As a result, the old man was really stubborn, waved his hand and said, "You go! You leave this door..., I, I will pretend that I don't have your disciple!"
After hearing this, Yan Bing felt a chill, and I was about to leave! Is it so difficult to ask you to take back a sentence?
He simply got angry, and he shook his skin, walked out with big strides, without taking his head back.
The old man looked at Yan Bing's back that disappeared in an instant, and was stunned at first, then slowly collapsed on the ground, his chest fluctuated violently, and he couldn't speak for a long time..., and he was completely depressed.
Yan Bing had already walked out of the yard and came to the downtown...
Standing in the crowded city, looking at the vast crowd, but not knowing where to go..., I counted again, and there was less than 500 taels of silver left on my body, and a jade pendant that was missing a corner...
I just feel sad.
The sky is high and the earth is far and peaceful, and although there is a warm room, it is difficult to return...
Either don’t do it! Or do it!
Damn it! I went out of the city to be a mountain villager! You can't find me even if you look for me!!
Thinking of this, Yan Bing shook her bag and twisted her head toward the city, but she seemed to have forgotten something...
Maybe the old man, Feng Chen and Lu Liang couldn't guess that she would leave the city, but how many people could always know her whereabouts...
That is the secret guard arranged for her by Zeng Ke...