"Ling Yu, Ling Yu, you're awake, you're not dead!" Le Er exclaimed in surprise.

Ji Lingyu rubbed her head and looked at the noisy person impatiently, "Who are you this woman?" Ling Yu is also your name? And you, why are you in my room? ”

"Young Master, we are young lady's people." The four replied in unison.

"Retsuki?" Ji Lingyu frowned and thought for a while, but his head hurt for a while, and then he waved his hand impatiently, "Since it's the person who is in mercy, why do you want to arrest this woman?" ”

"Back to the young master's words, this woman has bad intentions and sneaked into the Ji Mansion to destroy the old man's birthday banquet. We are ordered by the young lady to take her! ”

Ji Lingyu nodded, "Lianyue has always done things in a measured manner, since this is the case, you can press this person out!" By the way, Retsuki? ”

"Ling Yu, I~"

Ji Lingyu looked at Le Niang in confusion, and saw that the other party had longing and deep affection in his eyes, and suddenly felt a chill, "You old and ugly woman, why do you look at me with that kind of eyes!" It's disgusting, you four, why don't you pull people out quickly! It makes the young master nauseous! ”

And Le Niang was already in tears of grief, her lips were clenched, and she didn't dare to look at Ji Lingyu again.

Yu Qingyang didn't know the inside story, and he didn't want to make a rash move, but when he saw the women escorting people out of the room, he immediately flew up to follow.

The room returned to calm, but Ji Lingyu suddenly panicked for some reason, as if his entire chest was empty, and he urgently needed something to fill this emptiness and despair.

Ji Lingyu was like a headless fly, spinning in circles. His hands clutched his placket, his face became more and more pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans came out again. Unsteady under his feet, he almost fell to the ground, and his hands subconsciously grabbed forward, and the cold touch made him regain a little consciousness.

Ji Lingyu shook his head desperately, and when he looked at it, what he was holding in his hand was actually an ink jade hairpin, which was embedded in the bedpost for some reason.

Ji Lingyu pulled it out with all his strength and spread it out in the palm of his hand. Dumbfounded. The black hosta is of excellent texture. The pattern is relatively simple, and the handiwork is not flattering, even the handiwork of the carver in the smallest jade shop on the street is dozens of times better. But Ji Lingyu couldn't take his eyes off no matter what, the mottled knife marks. Take a look. It's as if you did it yourself. Clumsy and joyful.

"Lianle, look at this piece of black jade, the color is uniform. The texture is excellent, and it is the best quality at a glance, how about I let the carving master help you make a hairpin? ”

"Isn't Ling Yu also a master carver? If you want to give Le'er a gift, Le'er hopes to be a different hairpin! The delicate woman snuggled in the man's arms, and the corners of her mouth and eyes were full of affection.

"Le'er, Lianle, Lianyue, Lianle, Lianyue~"

Ji Lingyu covered his head and lay on the bed in pain, the intermittent picture in his mind, the more clearly he had to see it, the more his body seemed to explode, and he threw the ink hosta to the ground in pain, and with a "bang", it was completely shattered.

It was almost noon, and the guests had become restless from the initial anticipation and excitement, especially the group of reckless people who had broken away from red tape, and some people had already begun to shout irritably.

"Lao Tzu is going to vomit when he drinks tea, Old Man Ji is eighty years old, and he doesn't even have a bowl of wine! Why, don't you look down on us rough people? A big man with a ringed beard, with his sleeveless coarse cloth jacket open, revealing a thick tuft of chest hair, and large hands like bear's paws, slapped the table.

"What kind of are you talking about," the other person mocked disdainfully, "Old Man Ji is known as an immortal, at the age of eighty, he still has red teeth and white jade trees, whether it is in the rivers and lakes or in the business world, he is honest and generous, how can anyone say the word 'no'." Today, we are fortunate enough to come to celebrate our birthday, so why not wait a little longer. If you are in a hurry, you can leave, there are many people outside the Ji Mansion who want to enter but can't. ”

The words of the big man had already resonated with several people, but by this person's words, it seemed that it was the fault of those who were irritable and impatient. For a while, the entire banquet did not dare to make any sound.

A table for eight people, Zhuo Ling'er and Meng Jiang sat next to Mao Qing, Li Jiang sat next to Zhuo Ling'er, and Jiang Xiaoyu was one seat away from Meng Jiang, just sitting opposite Mao Qing.

Jiang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows at Mao Qing with Erlang's legs crossed and said, "Dead face paralysis, you say, if this group of self-righteous, pretentious, and insatiable ugly monsters know that the Xuanling Grass is just a scam, do you guess they will gnaw that bullshit 'Immortal' to the bone?" ”

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his slender fingers playing with the teacup in front of him. Blue dark veins, gold lacquer coloring, calm and rich.

Li Jiang stuffed the last piece of dim sum on the plate into his mouth, and saw that Mao Qing didn't plan to speak, so he took over the conversation. "If this is really a scam, then what is the hard work of the surnamed Ji for? ended up in disrepute and ended miserably? This season, the old man is not a masochist! ”

"What is not good for him, how can the old monster be willing to do it?" Zhuo Linger couldn't help but grit her teeth and said.

Her overly fierce expression startled Meng Jiang on the other side, "Miss Zhuo seems to have a deep prejudice against Ji Fu, I don't know what's going on?" ”

Zhuo Ling'er turned her head to look at Mao Qing, pursed her lips and did not answer.

Meng Jiang's face was slightly confused, and he hurriedly shook the paper fan in his hand to relieve the embarrassment. Jiang Xiaoyu teased, "Alas, you now understand why I don't like this dead face paralysis!" With him, even if we look like the moon, it's in vain. The eyes of the beauty are all on him! ”

"Sir is very stylish, of course!" Meng Jiang replied respectfully.

"Cut, sycophant!" Jiang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes.

Mao Qing stopped what he was doing, and the blue and white bronzing cup turned around on the table, and then stopped steadily in front of Mao Qing.

After a while, a loud voice sounded, "Everyone, the little old man is riddled with mundane things, and he is too far away to welcome, and he is lazy and lazy!" ”

Everyone looked up, and they all looked happy. Only Zhuo Ling'er lowered her head, and her little hand subconsciously pulled on Mao Qing's sleeve, but she didn't dare to move too much, with forbearance and horror, her little body trembled slightly involuntarily.

At this time, there was a warm big hand on his back and patted her gently. Zhuo Ling'er turned to the other side in surprise, but saw Li Jiangzheng looking at her with a worried expression. Without the usual hippie smile, there was more determination on the round face, which inexplicably reassured Zhuo Ling'er, and the little hand holding the sleeve slowly let go.

Mao Qing didn't hear it, and a pair of eyes never left him from the moment Old Man Ji stepped into the banquet. I haven't seen him for three years, but he is actually younger, and the corpse qi on his body is heavier.

Have you ever seen a walking skin? The flesh and blood are rotting, and they are stinking, but they just hold up the withered skin, thinking that they have covered up the traces of the years, but they don't know that they are already unbearable inside.

To be born without growing old is against the way of heaven.

Mao Qing sighed imperceptibly, and his eyes drooped, staring only at the teacup in front of him.

But the reality is not, if you choose to run away, things will run away.

The sound full of energy, the steady steps, the corpse qi that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, rotted and gradually approached.

"Master Maoqing, we're meeting again!" (To be continued.) )