"Nianyun, since your sister is here so coincidentally, I think it is better to let her stay and listen to your masterpieces, right? This person's face is red with peach blossoms, and the beauty is a poetry ode, which is simply wonderful!"

Rong Xiaowang exaggerated his appearance, what a coincidence, Ning Qingqiu looked a little laughing.

She stood relatively inside, and the monk was very good at hiding herself, if she really didn't want people to find out, it was that this group of people walked straight in front of her, and they couldn't find out that there was a big living person here.

But she didn't plan to hide herself, she was an ordinary mortal now.

To say that Ning Qingqiu is even more satisfied with Jiang Nianyun at this time, a mortal living in the mundane world is naturally limited by the world and environmental concepts he knows, so fame, fortune and human relations will firmly bind Jiang Nianyun and make him show the most real appearance.

Rong Xiaowang is unreasonable, oppressive with power, other people are cold-eyed and there are still people waiting to fall into the well to see his jokes, his own family is also in the middle and the mud makes him sacrifice and suffer, Jiang Nianyun is young, has not been crowned, he is talented, but he is so idle, he can still be so calm and calm, he did not turn his face on the spot and did not bend down to give in, which really impressed her.

And his intention to care for his sister is obvious, Ning Qingqiu is more sincere than a person who values feelings but is not confined to feelings, compared to the immortal cultivator who only has the talent of sword bones.

Jiang Nianyu really ignored Ning Qingqiu for a while.

It's not that she's forgotten her.

Mainly in her heart, although Ning Qingqiu's identity is not valuable enough, in her heart she is a real friend, and even her emotional soul has a resonance, although she can't describe it in detail because of her knowledge, but she values Ning Qingqiu definitely not fake, and she didn't recklessly pull her out together, she was completely because she couldn't see her brother being bullied by these Shengjing powerful children who were unfamiliar with her life, so she stood up impulsively, although she didn't regret it, but at this time she was still so angry that she didn't know what to do.

Ning Qingqiu thought, in this scene, she still came forward to make a round, when she had no choice, she had to make up two lies to take people away, so that these people would not be idle and have nothing to do here to block the way, anyway, it was impossible for anyone to find her to settle accounts afterwards, and it would be difficult for a monk to be afraid of any mortal revenge?

What is the trick, she then is, it will take some time for those people to find out her identity, and they have already decided that if they can't wait for the news, they will leave Shengjing and go elsewhere.

"Nian Yu, as the so-called invitation is better than chance encounter, since we met Brother Ling and others have this Yaxing from the peach blossom forest to express the meaning of the chest, we also listen to the audience's poems. ”

Since Jiang Nianyun wants to write poetry, then everyone will come together, Jiang Nianyun is a talented person, if these people have to stiffen their necks and ask him to compose poems, then she will "speak up" and let everyone go into the water together, in this way, if Jiang Nianyun does a good job, it will be more glorious to confirm his talent, if he does it averagely, other people will also think that Jiang Nianyun takes care of the overall situation and is not arrogant, but will "show mercy" in order to save face for these powerful children.

The people heard it first, and then they saw it.

The sound alone was already a shallow chant and a low jade sound, as beautiful as a fairy sound, which made people fascinated, and everyone suddenly forgot what was embarrassing Jiang Nianyun, and all their attention fell on the slender figure that slowly walked out behind the flower stand.

The mountain of contempt is inhabited by gods and men. The skin is like ice and snow, and it is like a virgin; it does not eat grains, it sucks wind and drinks dew; it rides the clouds, it flies the dragon, and swims beyond the four seas; its spirit is condensed, so that things are not defective and the grain is ripe.

If there is also a getaway in this big week, this is the most appropriate image of a girl in the eyes of everyone.

It's really beautiful, and it's beautiful.

A peerless beauty, a country and a city.

Even the most unruly little prince and the most well-behaved Jiang Nianfeng were stunned and ethereal.

She stood beside Jiang Nianyu, bowing her head slightly, Ning Qingqiu had not learned the rules, but presumably these men were not in the mood to see if she was saluting according to the rules at this time......

"Qingqiu, you ......"

Ning Qingqiu shook her head slightly, giving her a slightly calming look, her autumn-like eyes fluttered lightly on the young man who was wiping his forehead with Moyu and wearing a python dragon brocade robe, looking at it with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but he didn't do anything good at all, at first glance, he knew that he was a gentleman who beckoned cats and dogs and swaggered through the market, he had a handsome face, and he was also a demon king of the mixed world- A person of true honorable status.

Since this person is able to take charge, she can only find someone who can talk.

"This little prince, I don't know if the proposal I said is feasible?"

Ning Qingqiu didn't want to talk to him, she didn't want to attract too much attention at all, but unfortunately, she couldn't help herself...... It's been too long, isn't it?

Rong Xiaowang came back to his senses in a trance at this time, but at this time, his throat and eyes were blocked, he didn't know what to say at all, and he didn't even know how to place his hands and feet, Ning Qingqiu had been talking for a long time, and he didn't understand what it meant after a few times in his mind, and he became more and more at a loss and flustered.

Looking at it at this time, it's similar to the reaction of an ordinary shy teenager when he sees a beautiful girl.

This beauty is too much.

Jiang Nianyu watched from the side, and suddenly felt a little frightened, she didn't seem to realize that Ning Qingqiu's peerless appearance was too lethal for men, after all, she was in a deep boudoir, and she didn't think thoroughly enough about many things.

Little Prince Rong stumbled and said, "Uh...... Uh, you...... No, this young lady, well, the girl is right. That's it, that's how it should be. ”

In fact, he didn't understand what Ning Qingqiu meant at all, but none of this mattered.

No one wants to disappoint such a girl, and it would be a sin if those beautiful eyes dimmed.