Xin Yi pursed his mouth, and the grievances that came from nowhere surged to the tip of his nose and turned into bursts of astringency. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The astringency was menacing, and the pain was unbearable, and it made her heart burst into anger.

This chess boy really not only has a bad mouth, but also has a hard face.

is as hard as the city wall that is tens of millions of years and a few feet wide, and it can become a fairy, and it has to pretend to be invincible.

"It's a good thing that the son also has the grace of medicine, although Ziqing has no gold and silver to pay the son for the medicine, but it is not a loss of etiquette to give you a ride. Xin Yi suddenly raised his eyes and smiled at Jiang Li, but that smile had a bit of a "hideous" meaning.

"Huh?" Jiang Liwu was stunned.

On weekdays, he is clever like a spring, retreating from thousands of troops with one word, and attacking a city with one tongue, but at this moment, his tongue is knotted, and he lifts a stone and hits his own feet, but he still has to hold back and smile and say "It doesn't hurt".

"Dare to ask Childe, when will you say goodbye?" Xin Yi paused word by word, and his raised eyebrows carried too obvious anger.

However, Jiang Li's gaze began to dodge, not noticing the change in Xin Yi's face at all. He touched his nose and stumbled: "Ben Gongzi, cough cough...... I'll leave when I'm done, and I'll leave when I'm done......."

Xin Yi nodded "gritting his teeth", but his tone became more and more gentle: "Okay." Childe only cares about this chess and that calculation, and thinks that the others are all playful on the spot. The prince's nobles are busy and worry about the world, Ziqing is a little woman, she only knows that Qin Sehe only understands the good years, and she really doesn't dare to bother the son. If Childe doesn't leave, okay, then Ziqing goes. ”

As he spoke, Xin Yi immediately got up with his shoes and walked out of the door with the wind, like a gambling child.

Jiang Li finally came to his senses: something seemed wrong.

He hurriedly subconsciously called out to the shadow that was about to drift away like the wind: "Qingqing!"

This voice was very natural.

It seems that the three spring breezes are stirring Liu Xiao's head, and it is impossible to tell whether Liu Xiaocui is pitiful and provokes the spring breeze, or the spring breeze arouses Liu Xiaofang's heart.

Xin Yi stopped.

The simple two words came out of Jiang Li's mouth, and they had a special meaning, impartial, and in the center.

Xin Yi was speechless for an instant, and the anger in his heart disappeared like a leak. She secretly warned herself that she couldn't be as unreasonable as she was in the flower garden last time, and she had to listen to him no matter what.

And this kind of stubbornness makes Xin Yi unable to tell whether she is out of etiquette, or she knows herself, as long as he has half a word, she is like a prisoner who captures the king first, and she will disarm and surrender in an instant.

"Qingqing. You tell me. Jiang Li's throat moved, and he, who had not changed his color when the world was overturned, was unexpectedly a little nervous at the moment, "Why were you punished for kneeling in the ancestral hall?"

"Contradicted my grandmother's words. Xin Yi was slightly stunned and subconsciously responded.

"What did you say?" Jiang Li's tone was a little anxious, but he suppressed himself, for fear that he would take Xin Yi's inexplicable "anger" away.

Then he doesn't understand Fengyue, only a calculating chess boy, a few stumbles in the flowers, a few bees and butterflies sting, and in the end he slowly opens up.

"Grandmother gave me two options. I don't want to choose. Xin Yi gradually felt that something was wrong with the conversation. He was left by Jiang Li's words, and when he reacted, it was too late.

"I don't ask you what those two choices are, I just ask you what your answer is to the old lady. Jiang Li's tone suddenly became a little hoarse, "I want to hear your answer again: that one word." I'd like to hear you say it again, just that one word. ”

Xin Yi's little face was like a lake shrimp thrown into the oil pot, and it went from two eyes to his neck with a bang.

She was not surprised how Jiang Li knew these details. The chess boy can send someone to follow her into the palace, and it is not difficult to install some eyes and ears in the Xin Mansion.

The key is whether he is bad or not, and he chose such a sentence to ask.

This is the most sharp sentence, gently piercing her heart, and layers of skin fell, revealing that the heart was like a double wire net, with thousands of knots.

One word, simple, straightforward, irrefutable, inescapable.

Xin Yi couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't hide it, so he could only stomp his feet again and again in shame: "What nonsense is the son! Grandmother asked Ziqing a lot of things, and Ziqing also answered a lot." This sentence is all one word, which word is the one that Childe is asking?"

Jiang Li's deep voice floated from behind him again: "You have a vague memory, don't you?" Okay, let me remind you." The old lady asks you: Do you have an affair with Jiang Li......

"I can't remember! I can't remember!!" Xin Yi was in a hurry, she covered her ears, shouted coquettishly, and stomped her feet from time to time, like a child with a temper of unknown origin.

Jiang Li's heart suddenly became blocked.

Xin Yi was five steps in front of him, a big living person, but he always felt that she was far away from him. Like the morning glow in the sky, like the spring snow that thaws in February.

He has also read astronomy and geography, and he has also heard storytellers talk about talented and beautiful women, and it is not that he does not know the love of children. But now he understands that where is this "love chief", it is simply a "love robbery".

One calamity and one difficulty, ten calamities give birth to sins, greed and hatred.

He was rarely killed, and there was no way to do it. It's like being trapped in a rouge barrier, the road is one foot high, the demon is one foot high, and even the Nine Heavens Immortal Buddha can't get out of the trap.

Jiang Li's eyebrows twitched with irritability, and his tone of voice became colder: "Okay." Since Qingqing can't remember, it was me who was abrupt. The pulse has been set, the recipe has been opened, and the matter of my son's entrustment is over. And so he took his leave. ”

After saying that, Jiang Li turned around and wanted to leave, but his steps were surprisingly slow, while secretly watching Xin Yi's reaction.

And as soon as Xin Yi heard the word "farewell", his eyes suddenly turned red.

The anger, shame, and grievances that had accumulated at the beginning surged up in unison, making the tip of her nose sour.

She felt like she had never worked so hard. Great ups and downs, great sorrows and joys, the whole heart is tied to that person.

moody, nameless fire, and thousands of inexplicable entanglements and tactfulness, which tickle people's hearts like cat's claws.

Xin Yi turned his back to Jiang Li and did not look back. Jiang Li stared at the woman's back for a long time and didn't see any movement, and his eyes suddenly sank: "Miss Xin doesn't have to send it." ”

He called "Miss Xin", not "Qingqing".

He drew a snake to add "no need to send it", but it seems to be a deliberate response.

Maybe Jiang Li only had one meaning when he said this, but in Xin Yi's mind, it evolved into a thousand meanings. Each meaning is like a knife, and a knife pierces Xin Yi out of breath.

But she didn't want to spread it out and make those little ninety-nine clear, and she pinched her daughter's reserve and boudoir style, but she complained that the person Yumu had no temperament.

There is only the spring breeze blowing the willows, how can there be willow branches to pick the spring breeze. But the willow branch is still very anxious, if the spring breeze is a step slower, but he complains that he is planted behind the horse wall and blocks the spring breeze road.

It can be said that you can't complain about the spring breeze, and you can't complain about yourself, both sides are difficult, just like the torment of stepping into a fire pit. In the end, I don't know who I complain about, so I have to complain about the love word, and I torture a lot.