Instead, Baili Feiyue raised her eyes and raised an eyebrow at her with a smile.
"What's your tone and expression?"
"Tsk, it makes me look so delicate."
Seeing that she had turned away, Mu Qing immediately walked up the pole and said, "Ah Jing, haven't you looked in the mirror for a long time? I'll find you a mirror and see for yourself. You've been like this for ten years.
Delicate and tender, okay!"
Mu Qing not only turned delicate into delicate, but also tried to pinch Baili Feiyue's face.
Baili Feiyue did her job and grabbed her with one hand. Mu Qing was unable to steal the chicken but lost the rice. Baili Feiyue touched her face in a completely frivolous manner.
"I think Ms. Mu's skin is firm and enviable."
Mu Qing felt like she was being teased!
Now she understands how powerless her brat feels in front of Xiao Yuer.
"Well, you said, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I must be very hard-working. I practice every day. But I really don't have much talent."
Baili Feiyue let her go, half-smiling but not smiling, "You worship me as your teacher, and I'll teach you."
"Master, please bow to me, my disciple!"
Baili Feiyue: "..."
"Ye Lin is still there outside. If I remember correctly, he is also one of the masters you worshiped."
Mu Qing was not ashamed at all, "Master Yelin's martial arts is much better than mine. Although I have never had the opportunity to learn anything from him, it was just like a joke. But now I am still willing to become a master of the master!"
"I want to live and learn until I am old!"
Mu Qing is still full of energy.
Baili Feiyue was led to laugh by her.
Mu Qing couldn't stay idle anymore, "But let me tell you, have you noticed that we are almost destined to have the surname Su."
"Look, your nephew follows your sister-in-law's maternal surname, and his surname is Su. My husband's surname is also Su. One of the people involved with Cang Yu and Jiu'er is also surnamed Su. Although everyone's Su is Baganzida
It’s less than one sou, but this is fate!”
In the carriage, Mu Qing's various voices could be heard faintly.
It’s obvious who her Musu inherited from. Tsk.
Soon after, Cang Yu almost caused a sensation in Kyoto.
Several waves of people came in again and again, and these waves of people actually lived in the same place, together!
So, that means they are all here to find Duan Ajiu, and they are Duan Ajiu’s family members??
Speculations about Jiu'er's true identity and origin have once again turned upside down.
And because of the change of political power, I was planning to choose the prince and concubine in the last wave, but I haven't chosen yet. After all, the previous princes have been finished or transferred to remote places.
The ladies in the boudoir who were originally planning to become rich and powerful through the princes and princesses, as well as the families behind them, were once again faintly shaken.
After all, His Majesty the Emperor has made it clear that he will not accept concubines!
Although it is impossible to say for sure in the future, how can their daughter wait for how many years?
Today, anyone who is not blind and has seen Changsun Qing and Su Yu and Yin Li will all focus on them.
No matter how you look at these people, they give the impression that they have a lot of background.
What's more, they are all relatives of Duan Ajiu, who is about to become the queen!
Not only that, these guys are also exceptionally good-looking.
To say it looks good is not enough to describe it!
The style is completely different!
Even if he looked at their faces, those girls would already be in love with him just by looking at them.
Who wouldn't want to make arrangements at home?
But unfortunately, the inn and restaurant where they stayed were booked by them, and there were accompanying guards guarding the outside. They couldn't get in or get close to these people!
At this time, someone thought of the ‘gateway’.
Since Wang Xiaojin was sent back to Cangyu, he has been worried about Jiuer day and night.
Later, Jiu'er finally came back, but Prime Minister Wang refused to let her go to Jiu'er.
Under Wang Xiaojin's pressure to die, the prime minister told Wang Xiaojin that Duan Rong was dead.
Jiu'er will become the queen now.
Ask her not to disturb Jiuer until she gets married.
Wang Xiaojin was very anxious, but there was nothing she could do.
Hearing Jiu'er running around on the street today, Wang Xiaojin couldn't bear it anymore and tried her best to find Jiu'er.
Who would have expected that Wang Xiaojin did not find Jiu'er, but was found first by a group of ladies who had never looked down upon her before.
Wang Xiaojin didn't bother to talk to them at all and only thought about Jiu'er.
And at this moment, the palace.
After Su Jingxing ascended the throne, he abandoned the palaces where Emperor Cangyu had previously lived and lived.
Almost unlike an emperor, he built an ordinary courtyard in a secluded place deep in the palace.
It's roughly the same as where Su Mansion lives.
The place was not allowed to be cleaned by palace maids or eunuchs at all times. It had been snowing for half a day, and the courtyard and cornices were all covered with a thick layer of white snow.
There seems to be no one here.
In the silence, a girl holding a red oil-paper umbrella came step by step through the snow.
The window was open and someone was standing by the window.
It seems that he has been waiting for her for a long time.
The oil-paper umbrella tilted slowly, and as the umbrella surface in front was raised a little bit, the girl's face with full eyebrows was revealed.
She smiled crookedly into his eyes, "Su Jingxing."
Su Jingxing smiled gently, "Shouldn't you call me brother?"
In a word, the two of them are naturally familiar with each other.
Jiu'er walked up to him and looked out the window.
"I have a lot of things to confess to you."
"Even if you don't tell me, I can guess some of it."
Jiuer stubbornly shook his head, "No, I want to talk."
"Then come in and talk. It's snowy and cold outside."
Jiuer smiled at him, "Actually, I'm still afraid of the heat, but if I talk to you like this, you'll get cold. I'm coming in!"
By the time Jiu'er entered, Su Jingxing had already put out the fire in the room.
"On my sixteenth birthday, I got the last fragment of the treasure map left by my master, my adoptive father..."
The girl's hoarse voice was slightly improved and she spoke softly and without any concealment.
The man in snow clothes listened quietly.
When there was another layer of snow outside, Su Jingxing's smiling voice sounded softly, "Are you done?"
"That's it."
"Having said that, I also want to confess something. You don't have to feel guilty. I knew the news about Duan Rong's death much before you did."
"Only three days after we left the fishing village, I received the news. But I didn't tell you."
The man who was as cold as snow and as noble as snow lowered his eyes and stared at her, "Ajiu, I have never been as flawless as you imagined."
"Who imagined you to be perfect?" Jiu'er snorted, "You're really screwing!"
Su Jingxing chuckled.
Jiuer muttered, "That's what it is."
Su Jingxing wanted to reach out and pat her head, but stopped.
He asked, "When are you going to leave?"
"Just these few days. What are you going to do?" He was the emperor after all, and he had just ascended the throne.
Even with thunderous means, some things still need to be taken care of.
"You don't have to worry about this. I can't deal with the consequences of this, so how can Cangyu be rich?"
Jiuer said proudly, "That's right, you are that powerful!"
Su Jingxing was amused by her, "So, do you want to stay and be my queen?"
"Then don't!"
"Look, you don't mean what you say."
"You are the one who doesn't mean what you say."
"At least, you are sincere in calling me brother."
Jiu'er blinked, turned his head away to blow a gust of cold wind, and then turned back.
"I hate it. I feel a bit windy and snowy even in the house."
She raised her head and smiled brightly at him, "Brother, if one day you meet someone you like very much, you must be braver and believe in her and yourself! Definitely!"
The man smiled and said, "Okay, definitely." (To be continued)