After a few days, the peace of mind did not wait for Duan Shengyi, but waited for his good friend Ji Wujiang, the prince of Zhenguo, who had played since he was a child.

Zhen Guogong and An Ning's father had been on the battlefield together and had a very close relationship. Therefore, his relationship with Ji Wujiang is also very close.

"An Ning, I heard that you were sick a few days ago? It's better now. Ji Wujiang is a little taller than An Ning, he was born in a family of military generals, he always has wheat-colored skin, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looks radiant and asked.

An Ning lay lazily on the couch, looked at his friend, didn't mean to get up, motioned for him to sit down with his eyes, and said, "It's not a serious illness, it's been cured a long time ago." How did you have time to come over today? ”

Ji Wujiang looked at him with a boneless appearance and didn't think he was embarrassed, smiled, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and said stupidly, "I happened to hear from my mother today that you were sick a few days ago, so I asked to come and see you." After that, looking at the tranquility of the couch, he shook his head and said, "You are getting more and more lazy with this disease." No, I'm going to take you out for a walk today. ”

An Ning stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze, and nodded without paying attention to what Ji Wujiang said. Thinking that since that day, Duan Shengyi has never been here again. I don't know if something happened. There was a faint worry in my heart.

Ji Wujiang saw that An Ning agreed, so he happily asked Fufeng to prepare what An Ning needed, and he wanted to take An Ning out.

Half an hour later, An Ning and Ji Wujiang stood at the door of Tianxiangju. Smelling the thick smell of fragrant powder inside, An Ning probably guessed where the other party had taken her.

"Eh, I'll tell you about Anning. There was a girl here recently, named Qinghe, who was interesting and ruthless. Ji Wujiang said with a smile.

"Oh~" An Ning raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard Ji Wujiang's words, and looked at the other party's familiarity with him and brought him into her private room. said to the turtle and the old bustard, who were smiling at the two of them, "Call Qinghe to this son." ”

The two knew that this was a difficult lord to mess with, so they hurriedly bowed down and left the private room.

Not long after, a woman with a white veil and a noble temperament walked into the private room, bowed and said, "Qinghe has seen the prince." I don't know what to call him. ”

An Ning didn't answer Qinghe's words, but Ji Wujiang said, "He is my younger brother." Ji Wujiang didn't want to reveal An Ning's true identity, so he said vaguely.

"You say she's funny, but in my opinion she's just a rel." An Ning leaned lazily to the side, looking at the woman below and said disapprerovingly.

"Yes, yes, your vision is comparable to mine." Ji Wujiang said with a smile, "Qinghe's piano skills are good, why don't you let her play a few tunes you like to listen to." ”

Hearing that he was being treated as something for the amusement of the young man on the seat, a trace of unwillingness, even hatred, appeared in Qinghe's eyes. Her tall, shiny skin was nakedly stripped of by the two people in the seat, and no matter how she behaved, she was no different from the smiling prostitutes outside in the eyes of these magnates.

"Oh, then let's hear it." An Ning crossed her legs and said indifferently.

Even if Qinghe is reluctant, he knows that judging from Ji Wujiang's attitude towards the young man, the identity of the other party is only high. Calming down, her bare hands gently plucked the strings.