Xue Ning sneered, not taking his words seriously.

"You don't believe me?" Li Yinhong saw the indifference in her eyes, he was a little anxious for a moment, and he hurriedly stepped forward, "Ning'er, listen to me!"

"Okay, don't you say it, okay? You help me? You can't take care of your own business!" Xue Ning turned his hand and directly pushed Li Yinhong's hand away.

The successive disappointments have made her dare not believe him anymore, instead of relying on him all day long, it is better to do her own things well as she said to Li Yinhong!

"Ning'er, do you have something unspeakable?" Li Yinhong looked at his dangling hand and called directly.

Xue Ning sneered, then took a deep breath, lowered her head and picked up a wooden stick, and directly drew a line on the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said with an extremely reluctant smile: "Enough, now you also know my intentions, between you and me, that's it! You are busy with your business, I am busy with mine, you give me the information I want, and I will give you the information you want!"

After that, Xue Ning raised his left hand, a thin line, flashing a light and shadow in the white snowflakes, and in the next second, Xue Ning's figure was gone, and when he looked closely, he found that Xue Ning was actually on the opposite wall.

Li Yinhong was a little surprised, what kind of secret weapon actually made a person with no internal strength and martial arts disappear overnight, and when he looked over, he saw that Xue Ning was already on the wall.

Before Li Yinhong caught up, he was already gone.

Xue Ning returned to the shrimp shop, she came and went, but it didn't take long for her to appear again, looking at Zihua downstairs at this time, she was so ashamed that she lost face.

"Okay, that's pretty much it!" Xue Ning said, but everyone stopped talking.

Xia He walked up at this moment, "Miss, Zihua doesn't have a word of truth in her mouth, why don't you drive her away with such a person?"

"Xia He, I have my own arrangements at this time!" Xue Ning said, looked at Zihua, and said in a deep voice: "Come up, I have something to say to you!"

Although Zihua had hatred in her heart, she didn't slack off at all, she wanted to see what Xue Ning could say to her.

went upstairs and entered Xue Ning's house.

Xue Ning took the teacup, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip, "What's the matter?"

"I didn't expect the county lord to have such a means, but it surprised the slave maid. "Zihua can't take care of a lot, what kind of maid county lord, she is monitoring Xue Ning on behalf of Jia Kun at this time, where can she have so much dignity.

She stretched out her hand and snatched the cup from Xue Ning's hand, and directly poured her tea and drank it.

"County Lord, you'd better take care of your people, otherwise I can't guarantee that in the future, I won't accidentally kill that Xia He!" Zi Huashui just swallowed, and scolded coldly.

"Hmm, is it? Your warning, I'm really a little scared, but how long do you think you can live?" Xue Ning's hand was empty, there was a pastry on the table, she twisted it and put it in her mouth, the sweet and greasy taste made her feel happy in her heart.

Zihua listened to Xue Ning's words, and his eyes widened instantly, as if he wanted to see something in Xue Ning's eyes, but he retreated.

"Don't worry, it's not that I'm going to kill you, it's your master, how long will I keep you, a useless person?"

Xue Ning's words were extremely plain, but there was a hint of threat in them.

"Then it's not your business!" Zihua was also a little scared at this time, after all, this matter was not groundless.

Xue Ning nodded thoughtfully, and shook the pastry, "Hey, Zihua, what do you think is that?"

Zihua looked at Xue Ning's eyes, she didn't see anything, she said with a little hesitation, "Where is there?

"Oh, yes, but I think you said you want to take good care of my daily life, and the cobwebs at the foot of my bed are already entangled in insects, and no one has cleaned them up yet, what do you think you are?"

Xue Ning said unhurriedly, with a faint touch of coldness in his tone.

"You!" After Zihua knew that Jia Kun valued her very much, she didn't give Xuelin a good face for a day, let alone take care of her, and it was already her mercy if she didn't poison her to death.

"Tomorrow, Li Yinhong will send someone to end a den of his deceased son, you can do it yourself!" Xue Ning said, then slowly walked to the side of the spider web and squatted down, and when he saw it, he tore off the spider web.

Zihua got the news, her anxiety in recent days has also relaxed a little, at least there can be some news, she can also make a difference, and in a blink of an eye, she saw that Xue Ning was playing with cobwebs there.

"Zihua, do you think a person's fate should be in his own hands, if he is controlled by others, even if he dies, he will be happy! Just like this spider, she weaves a web, as long as a worm sticks to her top, it is certain death, but this insect has no way to break free, and it can't decide its own life and death, but we people can break free from these shackles!"

Xue Ning said slowly, and took a deep breath, leaning back on the recliner with some loss, "Zihua, bring me a blanket!"

"I have to go back, I'll help you call Xia He to serve you!" Zihua's heart was full of disdain, even at this time, she couldn't hide the disgust in her eyes.

"Heh, I'm really in a hurry!" Xue Ning stood up, sighed a little tiredly, and then took a blanket next to the bed and leaned back on the chaise longue.

Zihua had already rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion at this time.

When she felt the study, Jia Kun was holding a pen in her hand, and a maid on the side was grinding ink for Jia Kun, she quickly walked up, saluted, and gave the maid a look, and the maid quickly retreated.

Zihua took a step forward, took the ink that the maid put aside, and sharpened it for Jia Kun.

Jia Kun wrote intently, in one go, "who dies the deer" these four big characters have been written, stroke by stroke, are filled with a trace of ruthlessness, he took the brush, Zihua hurriedly took the brush, arched his hand and said: "The words of the son of the world are natural, and the strokes are naturally written into books, and they do not lose the hands of those people at all." ”

Jia Kun was originally in a happy mood, but when he heard this sentence, he glared at him with a ruthless eye, and asked Zihua to hurriedly put his hands in front of him and took a step back, "The slave has crossed over!"

"It's good to know!" Jia Kun said, picking up the rice paper on which he wrote and kneading it, and the undried ink passed through the paper, directly dyeing his fingers black, "Tell me! What's the matter, let you come here so late." ”