Chapter 267: It's all to blame on Murong Kunpeng! [3 more]

"Nothing, please continue." Jiang Hanxue stretched out her snow-white and pink little hand and made a gesture of please.

"Oh......" The old monk of the séance couldn't help but glance at Jiang Hanxue a little more—beautiful! But it is the cold and glamorous temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away that makes people dare not take another look, and can only be silently reminiscent in their hearts.

"It's over." The old monk froze and regained his mocking face: "It's just right now. ”

"......" Jiang Hanxue frowned slightly, and glanced back at the rain-irrigated terraced fields, the water-filled rivers, and even the wet Wanren City like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as the smiling faces of countless Li people full of hope, even if they knew that this old monk had a problem, they could only remain silent.

"Lone represents the 100,000 soldiers and civilians of Wanren City to worship the grace of Xie Immortal Chief's request for rain!" The king of Baifeng Kingdom had returned to his original position and bowed deeply to the old monk, and at the same time, Huang Changsheng and other civil and military officials and even the common people behind him all shouted in unison: "I will wait to thank the Immortal Chief!" ”

Looking at the Baifeng people who fell to the ground, Jiao Jingjing's thick eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and a pimple of flesh was puffed up at the center of her eyebrows, she was not worshiped by so many people, but it was because others were shocked by her strong strength, and they didn't really love her, she always thought that there was nothing wrong with this, but at this moment, seeing countless people willing to worship the old monk, she found that the feeling was different, as the national teacher of Baifeng Country, at this moment Jiao Jingjing had mixed feelings in her heart.

"This matter is over, I will go!" The old monk flicked his sleeves and turned into a gust of wind and looked away!

Jiang Hanxue saw that Jiao Jingjing seemed to be thinking about life, so she was ready to chase it herself, but Jiao Jingjing grabbed her wrist.

"No need to chase." Jiao Jingjing shook her head slightly, and sent a voice to Jiang Hanxue in a stunned voice: "A lot of things have happened recently, I want to be quiet alone." ”

Jiang Hanxue was slightly stunned, and immediately understood something, and Jiao Jingjing had already turned into a fiery red tornado and flew away.

"Cold Snow Fairy," at this time, the king of Baifeng Kingdom stepped forward, his wrinkled old face recovered some blood, and respectfully bowed his hand to Jiang Hanxue, and then lowered his voice and said: "Lone's invitation to the fairy chief rain was before the arrival of the national teacher, and there were too many things yesterday that Lone forgot to explain to the national teacher, and asked the cold snow fairy to say a few kind words in front of the national teacher, don't make the national teacher displeased." ”

Jiang Hanxue stared at the faint old eyes of the king of Baifeng Kingdom, which were slitted into a slit, like a muddy river that could not be seen clearly, Jiang Hanxue's habitual face was cold and slightly bowed: "The king can rest assured, it's just a misunderstanding, the national teacher won't take it to heart, I just hope that the king will communicate with the national teacher more in the future, and there will be no more misunderstandings." There are many misunderstandings...... It's easy to take it seriously. ”

"Yes, yes, thank you fairy for mentioning it, I am grateful and keep it in my heart!" The king of Baifeng Kingdom hurriedly bowed his head and bowed to Jiang Hanxue: "If the fairy has no other instructions, I will order someone to escort the people back to the city, and tomorrow morning, I hope that the national teacher can deign to be there." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Hanxue bowed slightly, turned away, and the wind was blowing on the ground under the lotus feet, like a firebird burning with flames all over her body spreading its huge wings, supporting her to turn into a fire rainbow and fly away.

Straightening his waist, the wrinkled old face of the king of Baifeng Kingdom twitched slightly, and he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh, and then raised a dry old hand and waved, Huang Changsheng immediately ordered the soldiers to evacuate the people......

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Returned to the National Teacher's Mansion, Jiang Hanxue still found Jiao Jingjing in the small river, after the rain and the sunny weather, the small river that was originally burned dry by Jiao Jingjing regained its vitality, Jiao Jingjing sat on the boat alone and poured herself a drink, Jiang Hanxue flew to the boat and sat down, lifted Jiao Jingjing's wine jug only to feel light and fluttering, shook it and found that there was not much left, but a few dishes of side dishes had not been moved.

"Sister, you said me...... Can you really be a national teacher? Jiao Jingjing's small eyes were full of confusion.

"Isn't my sister already a national teacher?" Jiang Hanxue put down the wine jug, her cold eyes stared at Jiao Jingjing fixedly, she couldn't stand the strong smell of wine without sticking to the wine, but she endured it for Jiao Jingjing's sake.

"Hehe, sister, you know that I'm not talking about this......" Jiao Jingjing picked up the wine jug and shook it, threw it aside, and picked up a full wine jug from under his feet, and poured a full bowl of sea for himself.

"Sister, today is only the second day of your appointment as the national teacher, on the first day, you have already retreated the 50,000 troops of the Wuji Country at Shanhe Pass, and at night you burned the fake national teacher to rescue the princess of the Baifeng Kingdom. That old monk just rained down to save the people's harvest, but you saved the lives of the people and the dignity of the country, you have done well enough, so why bother to belittle yourself? It was the first time that Jiang Hanxue had said so many words in one breath, because Jiao Jingjing, the sworn sister, was worthy of her exception.

"However, the 50,000 army was retreated by your sister, if it weren't for you at night, ......" Jiao Jingjing's expression was still very gloomy.

"But? But sister, we are together, what is the difference between what I do and what you do in the eyes of the world? Jiang Hanxue looked at Jiao Jingjing with big eyes, hoping to open Jiao Jingjing's heart knot, the heart knot is very terrible for the monk, if you can't tie the knot for a long time, it will become a heart demon, the heart demon can destroy the monk's Dao heart, she can't bear to see her only sister end up like this.

But it turned out that she thought too much, Jiao Jingjing's big and wide intestines were instantly convinced, and her small eyes shone brightly and grabbed Jiang Hanxue's soft hair: "Sister, you're right!" Although we are only on the second day of taking office, we have already done a lot for this country, and this national teacher should have a clear conscience! ”

Jiang Hanxue: I'm sorry, I can't answer that......

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Originally, the king of Baifeng Kingdom said that he would see him again in the morning, but he sent someone to invite Jiao Jingjing and Jiang Hanxue that afternoon.

The place where the meeting was held was the imperial study, and there were only five people in attendance, Jiao Jingjing, Jiang Hanxue, King Bai Fengguo, Huang Changsheng and ...... Princess Gigi.

Jiao Jingjing and Jiang Hanxue had just stepped into the imperial study, and Wang Lanji, who was originally talking and laughing with the king of Baifeng Kingdom, suddenly changed his face, and he didn't say anything or laugh, as if he had seen a ghost, his face was like earth, and he shrunk on the chair without saying a word, and twitched slightly from time to time, as if his strength had not passed.

Jiang Hanxue didn't react for a while, and it wasn't until the King of Baifeng Kingdom, Huang Changsheng, and even Jiao Jingjing looked at her with strange eyes that she suddenly remembered what "she" had done to Wang Lanji......

It's all to blame on Murong Kunpeng!