If he wasn't mentally prepared, Ping Yao would have been scared.

After glancing at Yun Yi calmly, Ping Yao turned around again and continued to look at Jade Ou. Yun Yi didn't speak, standing behind Ping Yao, his eyes followed her, looking at the high platform.

It can be seen that Shen Bishui is really afraid of Song Cong. After Song Cong said those words, she raised her head slightly, trying to explain something.

But in the end, she still lowered her head and didn't say anything.

Song never couldn't stand her gentle appearance. Song learned martial arts from a person and pursued cleanliness.

He stepped forward, walked to Shen Bishui's side, lifted Shen Bishui's chin, and forced Shen Bishui to look at him.

It's disrespectful. However, Song never realized it.

Shen Bishui's face really darkened. Even though his chin was lifted by Song Cong, his gaze kept evading and wandering.

"Look at me!" Song had a hint of impatience in his voice.

Shen Bishui slowly moved his gaze to Song Cong. However, the eyes still flickered.

Shen Bishui is a weak and gentle girl, like a flower in the rain. And Song Cong is the rainstorm.

Looking at Shen Bishui's undisguised fear, he was delicate and pitiful. Song Cong frowned, his voice cold and hard. "What the hell is going on with you and that Xu Jian?"

Shen Bishui lowered his eyes and opened his mouth in a low voice: "I took him in because I saw that he was pitiful." ”

"Poor him? Shen Bishui, are you actually qualified to say that others are pitiful? Have you forgotten who you are?! ”

The bright light illuminated Shen Bishui's face pale, and she looked at Song Cong, her eyes were sparkling and trembling.

Shen Bishui bit her lip and lowered her gaze again.

The weak Shen Bishui, after being ridiculed by Song Cong, never defended, but only suffered silently.

She thought that her patience would bring peace.

Song Cong looked at Shen Bishui for a long time, but he couldn't wait for Shen Bishui's words.

She is always like this, she hides everything in her heart and doesn't say anything, and she holds everything by herself.

treat him as an outsider and refuse to confide in anything!

Song Cong shook off Shen Bishui's delicate chin. His movements were rude, and Shen Bi's jaw was red.

Shen Bishui didn't cry out in pain. After Song Cong let go of her, she got off the table. His eyes fell on his skirt dyed green by tea, but in front of Song Cong, he didn't even tidy it up.

Song Cong swept across the table and swept everything on the table to the ground. Tea sets, tea, tea leaves, a mess.

Shen Bishui was frightened, looking at the debris on the ground, the moisture in his eyes flashed: "This is ・・・・・・"

This is a good tea set, and Shen Bishui can't afford to pay it at all.

"What is it?" Song Cong looked at her gloomily.

He just wanted to push her into a corner, to see her jump up and bite him angrily.

But Shen Bishui is too weak a girl after all. In Song Cong's sharp gaze, she lowered her head and whispered, "It's nothing." ”

The fists that were punched out were all sunk into the cotton, and Song Cong was completely angry.

"Shen Bishui, you have the ability. You'd better never talk to me again for the rest of your life! ”

After Song finished speaking, he turned around and left. More than a dozen steps of stairs, he descended quickly, and disappeared into the dense bamboo forest in an instant.

If Song had never been so impulsive, if he could slow down for a minute, he would have been able to see Shen Bishui's sadness flowing slowly in silence under the light.

Ping Yao looked at the slender girl on the high platform and couldn't help sighing: "Song Cong, after all, is a teenager. ”

A sneer came from behind him: "Song Cong seems to be four or five years older than you." ”

Ping Yao is the most invisible, and people who like each other still torture each other. So she was in a very low mood.

She glanced back at Yun Yi, and was not interested in retorting him. As soon as he turned around, he walked out of the bamboo forest.

Behind him, Yun Yi laughed lightly and chased after him.

Out of the bamboo forest, it is a garden. On both sides are bamboo fences and cobblestone paths. On either side are man-high candlesticks.

Approaching the end of the cobblestone road, Yunyi stopped. Ping Yao also stopped.

At the end, at the head of a lake and clear water, stood Song Cong in blue.

To say this Song Cong, it's really strange. Ping Yao couldn't understand him as a person.

Ping Yao was also raised in the world. Mom and Dad don't dote on her very much, and pay attention to her independent cultivation. When you're at home, there are a lot of rules.

Moreover, Ping Yao also finished studying in an ordinary school, and there are a lot of things to see about the gap between the rich and the poor, and the phenomenon of hierarchical treatment.

But she's still sunny.

Why is it that Song Cong, who is also raised in the world, looks so depressed?

It was as if the whole world owed him that sense of hatred.

But no one owes him. Even Shen Bishui doesn't owe him.

However, Song Cong, who felt that the whole world owed him, stood in front of Ping Yao and Yun Yi.

Song Cong looked at Yun Yi, and a cold smile appeared on his gloomy face: "It turns out that the prince of the Great Zhou likes to listen to people's corners. ”

Yun Yi was not angry, and smiled faintly: "I just like to listen to stories." ”

Song Cong's inky gaze stared at Yun Yi.

Yun Yi smiled lightly like the wind.

Ping Yao stood behind Yun Yi and watched the two look at each other. The fierce wind around her suddenly rose, blowing the corners of her clothes and hunting in the wind.

In summer, there shouldn't have been such a strong wind.

It's not a natural wind either. Ping Yao saw that on the other side, fine sweat gradually broke out on Song's face. He was competing with Yun Yi.

Between masters, there is no need to use swords. As long as you use your true qi, you can know whether you are the opponent of the other party or not.

Song has never been Yun Yi's opponent.

Ping Yao looked at the beads of sweat flickering on Song Cong's face, and her heart was very impressive.

I really didn't see that Yun Yi, who looked powerless, was able to defeat Song Cong, who was in the top 100 of the Qingying Heroes List.

Song Cong admitted defeat, but his attitude did not change at all. He stared at Yun Yi coldly, and his tone was as cold and hard as a block of ice. "You'd better clamp my tail and be a man."

The General's Mansion is not a place to be angry.

After Song finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Yun Yi looked back at Ping Yao and asked her strangely, "Look, do you have a tail behind me?" ”

・・・・・・

Ping Yao saw that Song Cong's footsteps paused, and then strode forward. It's like I'm angry.

Yun Yi, who was angry, looked indifferent, and looked back at Ping Yao: "Don't play, let's go back to the palace." ”

On the way back to the palace, I happened to pass through the West Market. It is the lights that are bright, and the street market is lively. Food, jewelry, clothes, and jugglers are just like modern commercial streets.

Ping Yao had rarely visited a commercial street before. She doesn't like the impetuous, noisy environment. The conditions at home also allow her to go to the shopping street to buy some discounted clothes unlike ordinary girls.

But the ancient downtown is different - it is lively but deep and not impetuous. Noisy but not noisy.

Ping Yao was interested, got out of the car and went to the market to buy something.

Ah Si felt that Ping Yao hated him.