The reason why Fuchen stared at Jiang Muxue without moving was because the little girl who should have been smiling and looking at the stage with wide eyes at this time in the past was in a daze. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Jiang Muxue was looked at by the dust, she was recalling what happened at this time in her previous life.

At that time, Ling Yan was already dissatisfied with Fuchen's amorous feelings, because he loved him too much, but he suppressed his reluctance to express it, and after a long time, he accumulated a bunch of inexplicable anger in his heart.

So, at the double cultivation conference that year, Ling Yan, who was depressed, drank one cup after another until he got drunk.

It was the first time in her life that she had been drunk, but the wine was not very good. At that time, when Fuchen saw that she was drunk, she hurriedly ordered someone to help her go back to rest, Ling Yan not only didn't buy it, but was furious. However, Fuchen kept smiling, showing great tolerance for Ling Yan, and at the banquet, many female cultivators were envious and jealous of Ling Yan.

Everything is exquisite, and everyone didn't care about Ling Yan's small fights at the beginning, but she drank too much and talked a lot, and she didn't know what she was doing. But later, Ling Yan's temper became bigger and bigger, and he even yelled at the dust, sarcastically ridiculing and ridiculing in every way, which made Hongjiao a few people very annoyed.

Several women stood up together to accuse Ling Yan, and forcibly ordered someone to take her down.

This farce made Fuchen lose face, and it was also the beginning of Fuchen's coldening.

Maybe those scenes have been sealed in the depths of memory for too long, and as soon as Jiang Muxue touched those scenes, she "brushed and brushed" appeared in front of her, and she couldn't put it away.

Therefore, she was so engrossed in her mind that she didn't notice that Fuchen had already stepped out of her seat, came to her, and bent down and asked with a smile, "Little girl, what are you thinking?" It's so fascinating. ”

His voice is thick and magnetic, soothing with a hint of pampering, even if you don't look at his unbeatable and unparalleled beauty, just by virtue of his voice, it is enough to make ordinary little girls fall crazy for it.

However, Jiang Muxue has seen the evil ghost king and Tang Li, two stunning "demons", so she has already developed "antibodies" to all the beautiful men who appear in the scene world.

"Huh? I didn't think about anything......" Jiang Muxue came back to her senses suddenly, and after that, she was about to stand up with her wine glass, but was motioned to sit down by the dust.

In this way, he stood, Jiang Muxue sitting, and the two touched their wine glasses. When Jiang Muxue was about to drink, Hongjiao said: "She's not feeling well today, so she still won't let her drink." ”

Hearing this, Fuchen frowned slightly, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?" What's uncomfortable? ”

Jiang Muxue hurriedly smiled reluctantly, "It's nothing, it's the eldest sister who cares about me too much, I'm fine." ”

Fuchen looked at her carefully a few times before reassuring, and then instructed that if she was really unwell, she would go back to rest first, and she couldn't hold on, although this double cultivation conference was only held once in ten years, but for them cultivators who were hundreds or even thousands of years old, it was really nothing.

Jiang Muxue nodded obediently.

Only then did he start from Tianqing, clink glasses with his immortals one by one, and finally walked up to Hongjiao and drank three cups with her before giving up.

Wen Luo smiled and said: "The eldest sister has such a good amount of wine, how can three glasses be enough?" ”

Hong Jiaoyin drank wine, her originally delicate and charming face faded into color, and she looked even more delicate, she glanced at Wen Luo, "You talk a lot, be careful that I let the dust punish you ten seas!" ”

Wen Luo pretended to be afraid, and the women chuckled, and the dust also returned to their seats with a smile.

There have been discussions around them, saying that although more than two hundred years have passed, Fuchen is still so good to Hongjiao and Wenluo, and the family is also harmonious. The old man is considerate of the newcomer, the newcomer respects the elderly, and the dust is more caring for every woman.

In private, there are those who admire and those who envy, who are smiling on their faces and saying anything.

The sound of the silk and bamboo wind music was removed, and the small comparison between the inner doors began, which was different from the nature of the previous competition, and the small competition at the double cultivation conference was a performance to put it bluntly, with many tricks and good looks, and it didn't matter if the two sides won or lost. So, it's even more exciting.

At the beginning of the small competition, the people at the banquet all looked towards the competition platform, and after a while, there were cheers and shouts, and the upper managers between the inner doors and factions discussed and praised each other non-stop.

Jiang Muxue also followed everyone's eyes to look at the test table, but she just followed the crowd, what others did she did, and did not take the competition into her heart.

Her mind was full of integrating Ling Yan's time "resources", for example, when did Dusty usually go to her and when would leave, how often did Lingyan and Dusty cultivate twice, and so on.

She wants to cultivate, so she has to grasp the time accurately. In addition, she cultivates the Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Exercises, so the place where she cultivates is required to have at least sunlight and be secluded and not easily discovered.

After thinking about the time, Jiang Muxue began to think about the location, and only after the competition did she figure out the next thoughts, at this moment, strong applause came, she looked left and right, and hurriedly applauded.

However, all her "small movements" were seen by the dust, and the man had more doubts in his heart.

Two hours later, the double cultivation conference ended successfully, and Fuchen began to politely shush with the immortal friends of other sects, and ordered the disciples to send away if they were not important, and if the position and cultivation were relatively high, or the status of the elder, he personally sent them.

In this way, it was busy until the evening.

According to the day, he was going to rest at Hongjiao's place today, but as soon as he entered Hongjiao's door, he was "kicked out" by Hongjiao.

Hongjiao instructed him, "I think Sister Ling Yan seems to really have something on her mind, she is young and lacks experience, if she really encounters something, she has no one to talk to...... So, you might as well go check it out. ”

Fuchen shook his head slightly, but Hongjiao persuaded him again and again, and then he left with a smile.

As soon as he left, Hongjiao's youngest daughter, who was only eight years old, asked angrily: "Mother, why do you want to let your father go?" Nuo Nuo still wants to play games with him. ”

Hongjiao hurriedly squatted down and comforted, "Your Aunt Ling Yan is not feeling well today, Dad is going to see her, and when Aunt Ling Yan is well another day, I will let Dad play with you." ”

Nuo Nuo pursed his lips and nodded.

Hongjiao took the opportunity to teach again, "You have to remember that we and Aunt Ling Yan are a family, which is the same as your Wenluo, Leng Wei and other aunts, you know?" ”

The three children nodded their heads, and Hongjiao began to eat with the children.

Jiang Muxue, who lived in Lingyan Pavilion, heard these words, and laughed extremely speechlessly, no wonder this world has such a high degree of recognition of polygamy, it turns out that girls have been taught by their mothers since they were young, can they not be deeply rooted?

Knowing that Fuchen was coming here, he was afraid that he would ask for double cultivation or something on a whim, so Jiang Muxue disguised himself and lay down on the bed.

When the dust came in, he saw a listless little man, lying on the bed, motionless.

(To be continued.) )