The male teacher was immediately afraid, he could see the arrogance and unreasonableness of this little junior sister, saying that if he beats you three times a day, he will never beat you twice. Ten days ago, he saw a fellow disciple chased by her in the valley for a day, and it was also because of the ranking of seniors, and finally had to compromise.

"That's pretty much it. ”

Su Ning'er was suddenly stunned, and was about to follow the 'rules' to let this guy shout twice in front of all the onlookers to confirm his identity, when a girl's voice suddenly came from a distance.

"County Lord, letter, Anyang has sent a letter. ”

There is only one person in Anyang who will write a letter to Su Ning'er.

Hearing the maid's shout, Su Ning'er couldn't care about any senior sister and brother, and jumped up and down like a butterfly dancing among the flowers.

didn't have time to return to her residence, Su Ning'er couldn't wait to open the envelope on the way, and looked at it with a happy face.

The letter was naturally written by Ye Haotian.

After going to Anyang City, Ye Haotian would write letters to Su Ning'er every few days, telling some gonzo stories that happened around him, but his experience was really monotonous and pitiful. The training in the galaxy and the experience of being an assassin can't be talked about, and Su Ning'er is not interested in the joy of making imperial costumes, so the number of words in each letter is not very much, and every time she reads it, Su Ning'er has a feeling that she is still unfinished.

The number of words in this letter today is significantly higher than in the past.

From those familiar handwritings, Su Ning'er learned that Ye Haotian had won the first place in the ranking competition of the temple, accepted an apprentice named Aoki Knife, and met several fellow disciples who were said to be very talented.

These are all good news to be happy about, Su Ning'er kept smiling at the corner of her mouth, but when she read it to the end, her little face gradually sank.

"Lord, what's the matter? ”

The maid who spoke was called Qinghong, she was Su Ning'er's personal maid who was brought to the Phantom Thunder Sect from the palace, when she was hunting in Lushan, her cultivation was only in the early stage of the Xuan Realm, and in the past six months, she has been promoted to become a master of arrow cultivation in the middle of the Three Realms, her talent is not too outstanding, but it is not bad, if she continues to practice at this rate, she is very likely to become a bow cultivation master in the True Spirit Realm within three years.

Qinghong and Su Ning'er have nothing to talk about on weekdays, although the two are masters and servants, they are like sisters, and Qinghong also likes Ye Haotian, the future colt, and thinks that if the two can get married, they will be the most suitable pair in the world.

"Sister Hera is injured, she lost an arm, and she has a wound on her face, which is difficult to heal, and Ye Haotian wants to marry her. ”

Su Ning'er stuffed the letter to Qinghong casually.

Qinghong frowned and said dissatisfiedly after reading it: "How can the concubine be like this, even if you want to take a concubine, you have to marry the county lord first, if you marry Sister Hera first, won't you be small? Besides, if the prince knows about this matter, he will definitely be angry." ”

The royal family of the Great Xia Kingdom will marry one or even several wives for the sake of bloodline inheritance, even Su Ning'er, who is the county lord, did not feel that she could monopolize Ye Haotian in the future.

This is not that Su Ning'er is broad-minded and willing to share her man with others, but that there is no man who can only marry one woman in the concept instilled in her from childhood to adulthood.

However, the reputation of the wealthy family in Daxia is extremely important, Ye Haotian is only a commoner, in the eyes of outsiders who don't know the story behind it, being able to marry Su Ning'er is a manifestation of the gods, and it is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, even if you really want to continue to take concubines in the future, you must marry the county lord first.

In the days when Hera was in the Liangwang Mansion, people saw it in their eyes under the close relationship with Su Ning'er, and everyone liked this barbarian girl very much, so Qinghong did not and was not qualified to raise objections to Ye Haotian's letter about marrying Hera, but expressed his worries.

Su Ning'er was very unhappy.

Since leaving Rongshan City, she has fantasized about the day of reunion next year every day, and imagined that after the Great Dynasty Meeting, she will wear a phoenix crown and sit on Ye Haotian's flower bridge with the blessings of her father Su Yueyang and the people of Rongshan City.

And now, I can't imagine that Ye Haotian actually wants to marry Hera, even if she treats Hera as her own sister, and she can't wait to share all her things with her, but this by no means includes Ye Haotian.

Ye Haotian's attitude in the letter was very resolute, and the tone between the lines was all stating the original situation and process, and there was no intention of discussing, and it was only at this time that Su Ning'er knew about the marriage robbery that happened in the barbarian tribe.

"You bastard, why didn't you tell the county lord earlier!"

Su Ning'er's puffed up little hands clenched into fists, stomped her feet hard, and then shouted Ye Haotian's name and scolded indiscriminately.

Qinghong took two steps back in fright, and stopped making a sound, she could see that Su Ning'er was really angry, and the smart subordinates not only had to understand when to speak, but also learned not to speak when they shouldn't.

Some disciples who passed by dodged when they saw this scene, and none of them dared to come forward to ask. In the Phantom Thunder Sect, Su Ning'er's beauty and temper were famous, and when she was angry, anyone within ten zhang could become the target of venting.

After scolding herself for a while, Su Ning'er's anger gradually subsided, she ignored Qinghong, and walked straight towards a delicate two-story attic at the bottom of the valley.

This small building is where Su Ning'er usually practices and sleeps, after she entered the building, she sat down at the only square table in the cultivation room on the second floor, took out a pen, put a piece of rice paper in front of her, and began to write:

Ye Haotian, you big bastard......

Su Ning'er's words are ugly, crooked, horizontal, and completely different from her beauty and the noble status of the county lord of Rongshan, plus she is angry, her little hands are always trembling, and before she finishes writing a line, she is wrong three or four times.

Sneer......

I made a few circles on the typo and continued to write, and after a piece of paper was full, there were black dots that had been smeared all over my eyes.

This is also the most word count in Su Ning'er's letter to Ye Haotian in half a year, and she threw the pen on the table with satisfaction after writing seven pieces of rice paper.

After reading the letter again from beginning to end, the little county lord's gloomy little face finally stretched.

Called Qinghong into the house, and after a few words, handed the letter to her. The Phantom Thunder Sect is a first-class sect in the Great Xia Kingdom, and there are messengers in the sect who specialize in sending letters, as long as they pay a certain fee, they can send letters to Anyang City within a few days through a special teleportation array.

After Qinghong left, Su Ning'er returned to the house, sat down next to the table, and looked at the sunset that was about to fall into the West Mountain through the half-covered window, and the shadow of Zhuzhu appeared in front of her.

"Zhuzhu, are you okay in the demon clan? Ye Haotian is going to marry someone else as a wife, do you know?"