Chapter 52: Pleasant Face
Guo Jing is not completely ignorant of elegance, but his body wants to snap, but his mind tells him that he must not do this, in the face of the little kite that he has not forgotten for a long time, Guo Jing's mind is fiercely fighting against the incompromising body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Of course, Yang Guo and Xuan were also hesitant to twist and pinch, and they always felt a little inappropriate. But when they all entered the small inn, what else did they pretend to be high? It's really a problem.
Of course, Xiaolongnu and Guo Fu didn't sleep either. The little dragon girl carefully observed Guo Fu, and her unabashed eyes made Guo Fu feel uncomfortable.
"Miss Long, you have a good rest in my room, I have something to go out for a while, and come back later."
The little dragon nun cultivator was far above her, and she found the small paper ball flying in from outside early.
"Hmm" as an answer. Seeing Guo Fu hurriedly going out, she also got up and secretly followed.
Approaching through the flowers, I went around the rockery and saw Guo Fu and Wu Xiuwen arguing.
Guo Fu said: "Brother Xiaowu, I have already said it, I don't love him or him, why are you forcing me?" Xiao Wu said angrily: "That kid surnamed Yang relied on his master's care for him, so he was high up to us, and he was extremely conceited and delusional to marry her master..."
His brows were locked together, and he snorted, "What the hell are you trying to say?!" ā
"He showed his face at the martial arts conference, can what you say still count? You want to marry a big hero, but Yang Guo is not. ā
When Xiaolongnu heard this, she understood, 'It turns out that you are just in love with a big hero, in love with a general character with martial arts and your father, and you will only fall in love with the martial arts of the past son, and the identity of the young master of the martial arts alliance, how can you be the same as me?' Thinking of this, the little dragon girl smiled happily in her heart, and suddenly she was unhappy again, what about it? Love her or not? Why do you always save her repeatedly?
Hopefully, he turned to the two of them for answers.
When Guo Fu heard Wu Xiuwen say this, he was furious, raised his voice and said, "Then forget it!" When I didn't say it! I'm the only one who left here and walked far away, and I won't be seen any of you in the future. ā
The little dragon girl looked at the two of them, and always remembered the tone of her son, 'Look, two pugs.' Now, the tail is cocked again. ā
The scene of wagging her tail and begging for mercy, the little dragon girl was not interested in watching it at all, so she turned around and went back. Leave the two of them to continue pulling and pulling.
Somewhere, there was one more person who did not sleep. Huang Rong always felt inappropriate when she learned that Guo Jing and Yang had slept in the same room, so she got up to see Guo Jing, who knew that they were long gone.
Now that I thought about it carefully, let's go and ask Miss Long.
Looking at his daughter's boudoir, the candlelight had not yet been extinguished, and he knocked on the door and said, "Fu'er, Miss Long, are you sleeping?" ā
Na Cheng wanted to open the door by himself, and the voice of the little dragon girl came from inside the bed: "Why is Mrs. Guo here?" ā
had an ominous premonition, but first asked, "What about Fu'er?" ā
"She said there was something going on and that she would be back soon." The slow and logical answer made Huang Rong even more worried.
Guo Fu said: "Mother? Why are you here!? Huang Rong jumped: "I want to come to discuss something with your father, but I didn't see others, where did you go?" ā
Her own daughter, who understands it herself, looking at her reluctance, Huang Rong has already guessed seven or eight points in her heart: "Fu'er, you and Miss Long have a good rest." ā
The little dragon girl also heard the familiar footsteps in the distance.
After a while, I heard: "Uncle Guo, tomorrow we will be able to retreat the Mongolian soldiers." ā
Huang Rong heard Guo Jing's footsteps, but she couldn't hear his voice. Then he turned around and went out to look for it.
As soon as he went out, he saw Yang Guo's smiling face, just like his father Yang Kang laughing! She hated it.
"Aunt Guo, are you satisfied with the gift that my little nephew brought to you this time?"
What kind of gift did Yang Guo bring? Huang Rong didn't know. I wasn't interested in knowing, so I smiled and said, "Aunt Guo is very satisfied with the ones you brought, even if I don't have a gift to see you, I'm very happy." ā
Guo Jing said to her: "Rong'er, why do you still come out like this?" Fu'er hasn't come out to send your mother back to the room? ā
Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo and glanced at Guo Jing. There's really nothing wrong with it, but it just doesn't feel right. There was no way to say anything more to Guo Jing, so I had to go back with my daughter: "Brother Jing, I... You..."
Yang Guo leaned over again with a smiling face: "Aunt Guo, if I learn to descend the dragon and eighteen palms, I will definitely become a pillar of the country." ā
The speaker has no intention of listening to the heart, and the four of them are shocked!
Huang Rong finally took a reassuring pill, thinking, "This kid is not here for his father's business, but the ambitious and greedy Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending!" ā
Guo Fu was even more shocked in her heart, 'What? Is Daddy really going to pass on the dragon to him? ā
Xiaolongnu's sadness was a little stronger: "Sure enough, you are still to the Guo family..."
Guo Jing was so worried that he didn't want to say anything, for fear that Huang Rong would see a clue: "Okay, pass." If you want to learn, I will definitely give it to you, but you have learned too much now, I am afraid that you will not achieve anything, and when the matter of Xiangyang is over, I will talk to you again. ā
took Yang Guo back to the house, leaving three women with different ideas. I didn't know what to do, but it was the little dragon girl who went back to the house first.
Stretching out his hand and not seeing his five fingers, on the dark big bed: "Uncle Guo, are you happy today?" ā
Guo Jing was a little flustered, and pulled the quilt: "Pass!" You! This! You! "I really don't know what to say.
"Uncle Guo, I definitely won't tell Aunt Guo."
"You still say!?"
"Hey, good night Uncle Guo"
Guo Jing really didn't sleep well this night, he couldn't see it when he opened his eyes, but it was all Huang Rong's appearance, and when he closed his eyes, it was all Hua Zheng. In the past, he could talk to Rong'er when he was worried about many things, but this time he was lying on the bed sulking and thinking hard about a way.
I wanted to ask Yang Guo several times, but I still didn't have the courage to ask, and I still lay down by myself, tossing and turning and it was difficult to sleep.
I'm afraid that this night, except for Yang Guo, no one slept well.
In the early morning of the next day, a thick fog spread around the territory of Xiangyang City, like a fairyland.
The milky white mist floated in like catkins, and brought in an old fairy, an old man with a white beard and white hair, who was startled when he saw Guo Jing looking at him with his eyes open: "Ah! Good brothers! You can now! Did you find out that I came in like this? ā
Yang Guo naturally did it, and when he raised his head, the old urchin staggered and sat on the ground: "Why are you?" ā
"Ahem, mandarin ducks..." cleared his throat, quickly calmed down, and said softly two words 'mandarin ducks'
The old naughty boy was even more frightened and ran away, either to find Huang Rong or to find another place.
Guo Jing rubbed his stiff neck and said, "What's wrong?" Do you know each other? ā
"Old naughty boy, is Senior Zhou still very interesting?"
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