Xin Yi's face instantly darkened. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She suddenly felt that the lord was so pitiful, and she actually expressed her affection to a puzzled Zhuo Nan, and was misunderstood!

She suddenly realized that since she knew that Jing Rong was the Venerable Lord, serving Zhuo Nan had become a very dangerous task!

Turning to look at Zhuo Nan, he said with a serious face, "This is a love poem." ”

"Love poems, aren't they love poems? Look at what you're fuss about...... Love poems?!You say it's love poems?!" Zhuo Nan's expression was indifferent, and he suddenly became very excited.

That fox actually wrote love poems to her? And sent love poems to the paintings she bullied him?

Xin Yimu kept his face silent, and secretly glad in his heart that this painting was not seen by Qingdai and the others just now, otherwise their fate would be .......

Zhuo Nan's face suddenly turned red. She always thought that Jingrong was just playing with her and treating her as a plaything, but now she actually wrote love poems to her, is it sincere to her?

Her heart suddenly disrupted the rhythm and thumped like a deer.

Xin Yi looked at Zhuo Nanxiang's cheeks flushed, his eyes were full of affection, but his right hand was pressed on his left chest. A look of nature appeared in Mu Ran's eyes, it seemed that not only did he take the initiative, but the young lady was also emotional.

"Miss, Jingrong Gongzi sent this painting, showing that he loves you, and he is likely to send a matchmaker to propose marriage in the near future. "Can you settle down lately, don't be fooling around. The thought of having one more lady for the bloody goalkeeper was a mixed blessing.

Zhuo Nan sat on the edge of the bed, silent.

Whether in her previous life or in this life, she has never admired anyone, and she doesn't know what it would be like to fall in love with someone.

But just now, she clearly felt that her heart was in turmoil.

She seemed to like the fox.

Looking up at Xin Yi, he asked in a depressed mood, "Xin Yi, if he really comes to propose, do you think it is better for me to marry your lord, or to marry Jing Rong?"

If it weren't for the fact that after she was reborn, her five senses were different from ordinary people, and she wouldn't be able to see through the Lord at all.

The other party really likes her, why has he never taken the initiative to take off the mask on his face?

I knew that she hated the Prime Minister's Mansion, but he sent her back, this is what she liked?

If she believes, loses her heart, can't find it back, and is discarded by him, I'm afraid that what awaits her is a catastrophe.

Xin Yi looked at the coldness in Zhuo Nan's eyes and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and was silent. Because she couldn't be sure whether the Lord was sincere to her or if he wanted to be fresh for a while.

Zhuo Nan instantly lost his interest in continuing to appreciate the paintings. "Put the painting away. ”

Xin Yi stepped forward and rolled up the scroll and put the painting away.

Midnight.

Zhuo Nan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the scene wearing a skull mask, coming as scheduled.

Jing Rong saw that she was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him in the middle of the night, not sleeping on the bed, and asked quite strangely, "What's wrong with the little girl?"

In the dark night, Zhuo Nan's peach blossom eyes sparkled, looking at the hideous skeleton mask on Jing Rong's face, and asked without answering, "Your Excellency shares the bed with the little girl every night, when do you plan to marry me?"

Marry her?" The corners of his mouth under the mask hooked up a hint of a smile, and he leaned forward and asked jokingly, "You haven't even seen the true face of the deity, so you want to marry the deity? Aren't you afraid that the face of the deity is the same as this mask, as hideous as a ghost?"

During the day, she went to Liuying Water Pavilion to have a lot of fun, and no one dared to make her angry, right...... The problem is in the painting he gave her in the evening?

Could it be that she, like other secular women, only loves the lord of the bloody sect, and looks down on the scenery without any official position?

Jing Rong suddenly found that he had fallen into a trap he had designed for himself.

Whether the little girl loves the Lord or Jingrong alone, it will make him angry. Both love, he is even angrier!

After meeting this little girl, he realized that he had become so stupid!

Zhuo Nan keenly felt that Jing Rong was suddenly angry. I don't understand that it was she who was obviously wronged, what reason did he have to be angry! Inexplicable!"Miss Ben knows that you treat me as a plaything!"

Jing Rong suddenly reached out and tugged Zhuo Nan closer, forcing her to look at her. "I'll show you tonight what a real plaything is!" He treated her so differently, but she turned a blind eye!

When did he think she was a plaything?

On the contrary, he felt that he had become her plaything! Entangled with which one she fell in love with, he was stupidly angry!

Jing Rong endured the anger of thunder, picked up Zhuo Nan, and turned into an afterimage.

A quarter of an hour later, Jing Rong brought Zhuo Nan into an inconspicuous farmhouse courtyard in the capital.

Jing Rong had just landed on the ground with Zhuo Nan in his arms, and two figures rushed out of the room in an instant, kneeling down on one knee.

Kneeling on the left is Qing Yi in green clothes, and kneeling on the right is a little girl in pink clothes.

Zhuo Nan looked at them curiously, but his eyes fell on Qing Yan's body. Looking at his face like a red apple, he was only eleven or twelve years old, and he was also petite and exquisite.

Jing Rong glanced at the two of them and asked lightly, "The person has been brought out?"

Qing Yi and Qing Yi stood up.

Qing Yan smiled sweetly at Jing Rong. "He was very dishonest, and his subordinates ordered his acupoints. ”

Zhuo Nan looked at Qing Yan's smile, and slandered in his heart, such a cute little girl is actually a person in the bloody sect.

"Give her a disguise. ”

As soon as Jing Rong's words fell, he stretched out his hand and pushed Zhuo Nan out in his arms.

Qing Yi stepped forward and clicked on Zhuo Nan's acupoint to prevent her from moving. He took out the tin foil from his bosom and peeled it off layer by layer, revealing a human skin mask, which was then attached to her face.

Zhuo Nan: What a novelty! She decided to fully cooperate!

After only a few dozen breaths, Zhuo Nan, a charming beauty, has become an ordinary-looking young man.

Jing Rong glanced at Zhuo Nan and turned into a man, but his clothes were still his daughter's, and he looked at Qing Yan. "Take her for a change of clothes. ”

Qing Yi unlocked Zhuo Nan's acupoint and stepped aside.

"No. Qing Yan stepped forward and smiled sweetly at Zhuo Nan, and dragged her into the north room, one of the rooms.

Jing Rong stood in place until the figure of Zhuo Nan who was dragged away by Qing Yan disappeared from his sight, raised his feet through the courtyard, and walked into the east house.

The furnishings in the room are simple.

On the right side of the wall is a large wardrobe, in the middle of an old wooden table, on which are placed a teapot and a cup, and a candle is lit, releasing a faint candle light, illuminating the whole room.

There are also two old benches next to the wooden table.

On the left is a bed, and next to the bed sits a middle-aged uncle dressed in ordinary clothes.

Hearing someone walk in, the middle-aged man was still sitting on the edge of the bed, unable to look back, and did not exclaim, it was the person who was dishonest in Qing Yan's mouth and was pointed to the acupoint.

The candle flame shone on the middle-aged man's face, and he couldn't move when he heard someone approaching, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.