Madam Jing and Hongyun and Yefeng, two of the Four Kings of Chunyu, were discussing matters when they suddenly heard a voice coming from where Han Sen lived.
"I'm stupid!"
The faces of the three people suddenly became weird, because they all heard that the sound belonged to Luo Ye, but they really couldn't believe that the sound really belonged to Luo Ye.
Apart from Madam Jing and the Four Heavenly Kings of Chun Yu, Luo Ye is the top figure among Chun Yu, and is famous for being decisive and ruthless in her actions. How could such a ruthless person say something like this from her mouth if she doesn't agree with her?
"Did I hallucinate just now?" Ye Feng looked at Hongyun and Mrs. Jing uncertainly and asked.
"That's it for today, you go back first." Mrs. Jing frowned slightly, stood up and walked towards Han Sen's residence. She wanted to see what Han Sen was up to.
For a woman like Luo Ye, even if she is killed, it is impossible to force her to say such words.
If Han Sen used any means to force Luo Ye, Mrs. Jing would not sit idly by and ignore it. She sent Luo Ye to watch Han Sen, but she would never let Luo Ye suffer.
"Why do you have time to come to my place?" Han Sen opened the door and saw Mrs. Jing standing outside the door, asking with a smile.
"What did you do to the fallen leaves?" Mrs. Jing asked with a frown.
"What can I do to her? She and I haven't spoken a few words at all. She has been playing with Bao'er. If you don't believe me, go in and see for yourself." Han Sen stepped aside.
Mrs. Jing naturally didn't believe Han Sen. She walked into the courtyard and into the hall, and she saw Luo Ye playing cards with Bao'er.
"Master Jing." Luo Ye quickly stood up and saluted respectfully.
"Are you okay?" Mrs. Jing saw the note on Luo Ye's face and asked, somewhat dumbfounded.
"It's okay." Luo Ye's face turned red, but she still didn't pull the note off her face. She was a killer, and the most important thing for a killer is credibility. Since she lost, she couldn't break the rules.
"It's okay." Mrs. Jing looked at Han Sen and said calmly: "Follow me."
Han Sen shrugged his shoulders and followed Mrs. Jing out of the door and into the courtyard.
"You know Luo Ye is my person, so you should be measured when you treat her." Mrs. Jing stood in the yard and looked at Han Sen and said.
Han Sen smiled bitterly and said: "I really didn't do anything to her, and I didn't dare to do anything to her. She was just playing games with Bao'er. If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself."
"There is no best. I'm just reminding you not to do something that makes all of us unhappy." Mrs. Jing said lightly.
"Understood." Han Sen shrugged.
"Stretch out your hand." Mrs. Jing's eyes fell on the ring on Han Sen's finger, and she hesitated before speaking.
Although Han Sen is good, his level is too low after all. Madam Jing doesn't think Han Sen's level can provide her with any help, but now that he is here, it would be good to know more about Han Sen.
Artistic conception is a reflection of a person's inner mind. Through artistic conception, one can roughly judge a person's character, and the accuracy is quite high.
"What to do?" Han Sen stretched out his right hand in front of Madam Jing.
"Are you pretending to be confused?" Mrs. Jing glared at Han Sen.
"No way, please make it clear." Han Sen smiled, retracted his right hand, and stretched out his left hand wearing the Eye of the Mirror Ring.
When Mrs. Jing saw the Eye of Mirror Ring, her eyes swayed slightly. Seeing this ring reminded her of that man back then, that talented and gentle man.
Even now, thinking about that man is still so exciting.
Mrs. Jing never regretted marrying such a man, thinking that it was one of the most precious experiences in her life, but she just resented the fact that she could not stay with that man all the time.
Thinking of that gentle man who made women all over the world fall in love with him, and then looking at the current owner of the ring, Mrs. Jing couldn't help but sigh.
Although Han Sen was excellent, compared to that man, Mrs. Jing felt that he was still far behind.
Madam Mirror stretched out her palm and brought her Mirror Eye ring closer to the ring on Han Sen's hand.
Mrs. Jing's appearance is not outstanding and cannot be compared with the peerless beauties like Gu Qingcheng. The adjective "dignified lady" is more suitable for her.
However, Mrs. Jing's hands are so beautiful that no one can fault them. Each finger is slender and slender, as warm and white as warm jade, and the nails are crystal clear and seem to be glowing with fluorescence.
Every move of the palm was full of beauty and elegance. Han Sen had seen countless beauties, but such hands were the only ones he had seen in his life.
The closer Mrs. Mirror's palm is to Han Sen's palm, the more restless the Mirror Eye Ring becomes, and the emerald-like ring surface trembles and emits a faint brilliance.
When the two eye-like gems came into contact, Han Sen and Madam Jing both trembled. They felt a strange force rushing into their bodies from the Mirror Eye ring, flowing along their arms and into their brains.
Han Sen's body trembled slightly, and he felt as if he was in a rainy sky and earth. The dripping spring rain fell drop by drop, like the tears of the gods.
But after the tears fell, they nourished everything in the world. Every tree, flower, grass, and chestnut were all nourished by the drizzle silently. What was bred under the desolation was endless vitality and hope.
Han Sen has comprehended forty-eight artistic conceptions of water in the Destiny Tower, among which the artistic conception of spring rain is naturally indispensable. However, although Madam Jing's artistic conception is of spring rain, the emphasis is not on the word rain.
Han Sen carefully understood the various meanings and changes in the artistic conception, and couldn't help but admire this woman. Such an artistic conception has indeed entered the realm of transformation, and she is probably considered the best among the powerful deifications.
"No wonder her organization is called Chunyu. This meaning can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Its meaning is like that of a human being. With this artistic conception, Mrs. Jing herself is also a very complex contradiction. You cannot judge her with secular eyes." Han
Sen felt the strange artistic conception of spring rain, and gained a lot from that artistic conception.
Mrs. Jing was also shaken, feeling a surge of artistic conception rushing into her sea of consciousness.
The artistic conception is not very powerful, nor is it earth-shattering, so it is not surprising at first sight.
Mrs. Jing didn't take Han Sen's artistic conception to heart at first, she just wanted to understand his character through his artistic conception. However, when the artistic conception gradually dissipated, Mrs. Jing gradually showed a look of surprise.
From Madam Jing's point of view, Han Sen's artistic conception was like a flower in bud, which was really amazing. But when she tried to understand it, she peeled off layers of petals.
But she couldn't peel off the last layer and couldn't see the stamens inside. This feeling made Mrs. Jing quite uncomfortable.