Chapter 271

Mr. Yuanjing smiled and asked Liu she, "you said Zixiao? I accepted him a while ago. It's a pity."

When he said that, the young man had already turned and left, leaving only a slightly thin and tall figure.

After hearing this, Liu she opened her eyes slightly and didn't know what she remembered.

After a long time, he whispered, "it turns out that he is the fourth disciple of the gentleman. He really looks extraordinary..."

When did Wei Zixiao become the entry-level disciple of Yuanjing?

His eyes darkened with wonder.

Wei Ci, a surname from Langya, also studied in Langya, but later Ju left Dongqing because of changes in his family.

Mr. Yuanjing's eyes narrowed slightly. His cold eyes seemed to have insight into everything. Seeing Liu she's reaction, he said, "originally, I couldn't receive this apprentice. Although I have the fate of a teacher and apprentice, I really don't have the share of a teacher and apprentice..."

Liu she's chess player paused, with appropriate curiosity and suspicion.

"In that case, why did the gentleman bring him under the door again?"

"You don't know, Zixiao has a heart knot in his heart, which also leads to his intelligence, but he also likes to drill the horn. If he is careless, he will go astray. I wanted to take him as an apprentice twice before, but he refused. Now he is willing to realize it, and I am very happy."

For Yuanjing, nothing is more gratifying than promising seedlings to untie their knots and thrive.

Liu she seemed to hear the heavenly book and was completely stunned.

Only others have been chasing Yuanjing and want to worship the master. Is there anyone who can let Yuanjing chase the disciples?

Weici... It seems that Amin only said he was a good adviser.

In short, that is - the most beautiful of smart people and the smartest of beauties.

This is a man who brushes the official history with his face and only appears in the unofficial history script.

So... Mr. Yuanjing, are you sure you're not kidding?

"I don't think I'm weak in all aspects to be so loved by my husband."

Liu she tried to keep herself normal so as not to reveal her flaws.

"This is nature, Zixiao, yijiayishi."

Liu she and Feng Ren watching the chess game: "

Wait, IKEA... IKEA?

Is there anything wrong with this description?

Dong Dong Dong——

Jiang Pengji languidly soaked in the soup spring, with a neatly folded cloth towel on her forehead. Her long black hair was fixed on her head with a hairpin, revealing her slender white neck. Her skin was covered with water droplets. Because of the influence of fog, it seemed that the whole person had added a filter.

Although she was still wearing clothes, the audience in the live studio said they couldn't stand it.

[fried chestnuts with sugar]: # color, I really want to climb in and have a mandarin duck bath with the anchor.

[the anchor is on me]: there are always diaomin and I rob the anchor.

Hearing the knock on the door outside, Jiang Pengji opened her slightly drunk eyes.

Her face was covered with a thin blush after the fog, as if she had been coated with a good powder.

The maid brought the wine?

She raised her eyebrows and said lazily.

"Come in! Just put the wine by the pool..."

Outside, with permission, Weici slightly opened the door, the hot and humid heating came to his face, and there was white fog in his sight.

The audience in the live studio first found the abnormality. At this time, Jiang Pengji still half closed her eyes lazily.

[take a chestnut]: anchor, don't sleep!!! A strange man came in. Be careful!

[old driver Lianmeng]: it's a man, not a maid delivering wine. Don't sleep over, anchor. Be careful to be taken advantage of.

[majestic]: anchor, sleep, you're paralyzed, get up quickly, hi!

Someone reminded Jiang Pengji that naturally, someone also noticed the appearance of the strange man.

However, in a moment, the bullet screen licked by the flower maniac covered all those reminders, which was unprecedented.

Looking at the change of the barrage, Jiang Pengji frowned.

She doesn't have to turn her head, but she can guess the appearance of the coming people.

The audience in the live broadcasting room has no other advantages. Their aesthetics is normal. Not all beauties can make them lick the screen.

"You seem to have gone to the wrong door."

Jiang Pengji didn't go back to the tunnel. She supported the pool with her arms and relaxed.

The strange man outside didn't come in, but lowered his head and whispered. His voice was between youth and adulthood.

"In xiaweici, your father calls you to room Tianzi No. 1 of the rose garden."

Jiang Pengji suddenly turned her head to look at the man and asked, "you say my father?"

Weici's body stiffened slightly, dropped his head suddenly, and soon returned to normal. It seemed that such a strange thing had never appeared.

He affirmed, "yes, your father is playing chess with his master. I specially ordered you to pass it on."

Jiang Pengji rubbed her eyebrows secretly. Although it was very comfortable to soak in the hot spring, she couldn't soak for a long time.

"Why is this gentleman so formal? Wait a minute. I'll clean up and go with you."

"It doesn't matter. Please help yourself."

The next second, the gate closed again. There was a faint figure at the door. It can be seen that the man didn't leave.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji frowned, but she didn't say anything.

Climbing out of the hot spring, she temporarily closed the live studio, simply wiped it and put on dry clothes.

Do all this, open the live broadcasting room and open the paper door at the same time.

She said to Wei Ci, who knelt at the door, "please lead the way."

At this time, without the fog, Weici's face was clear and fell into her sight.

Seeing the real person, she can understand why Yan Kong dog in the live studio is so excited.

Dark and thick long hair with damp and hot air, draped over the shoulders, printed wet marks, and the ends of the hair were dripping with water.

The face is like a crown of jade, and the skin is like fine porcelain. Due to the influence of heat, there is a slight faint on the cheek, giving people a sense of slight intoxication.

The temples are like knives, and the eyebrows are like ink paintings. A pair of pure black eyes with a thin cool and calm color can't show any emotion when looking at Jiang Pengji. It seems to empty the whole mind... Apart from others, this alone makes Jiang Pengji feel interesting.

It seems that she and the young man have just met. Why is the other party so wary of her?

His eyes turned and he took care of it.

Jiang Pengji squatted on one knee and approached the young man slightly. Her seemingly calm eyes ripple uncontrollably.

"If the husband had not had an Adam's apple and no ear holes, I would have thought it was a little lady who came to Tangquan alone."

With a cold face, Wei CI tilted back slightly, opened the distance from Jiang Pengji, and frowned slightly displeased.

"You've gone a little too far in this joke. I don't like others to make fun of their appearance."

Jiang Pengji got up, put her hands around her chest and said, "I'm obviously praising you for your good looks."

Wei CI tightened his lips, got up to lead the way, and said coldly, "Ci is a man. It's really impolite to compare women."

Jiang Pengji: "

Yo, you have a big temper!

"Orchid Pavilion?"

Familiar with the sound of some doubt.

Jiang Pengji looked for fame. She saw a young man with a long body and jade standing, relying on the pavilion, smiling at her, and her eyes were flashing with surprise.