Chapter 10: A beat of the heartbeat missed

Ming Kite thought that he would be able to see the true face of the three princes today, after all, there are very few people about this person in Song Mingkite's memory. I didn't expect to know that the banquet was over, and I hadn't seen the three princes yet.

But she didn't really care about it, and then she left it behind.

When she left, Qi Yingying caught up with her, and said to her in a suppressed voice, "After listening to my ideals, you will be my friend in the future." ”

After saying this, he got on his horse and ran away without looking back.

Leaving Ming Kite alone, she wondered if she shouldn't have ignored this person in the first place.

I don't know if Song Yuqi was sad that day because the third prince didn't come, anyway, she never saw this person again. After a few days of idle fish, I resumed exercising.

After all, this body is indeed too weak, and only by living can we pursue the truth.

So Xiaocao saw that every day at dawn, her young lady was energetic in the yard playing a set of soft boxing, which looked very good.

Ming Kite got up early, Xiaocao had to get up early, and when he got up early and had nothing to do, he followed his own young lady to boxing with great interest.

I didn't expect this punch to look simple, and it was really a bit laborious to fight, and after a few days of fighting, Xiaocao felt that his steps were much lighter.

I don't know where the young lady learned it, so I asked in doubt, but Ming Kite replied lightly, adventure.

Although Xiaocao was a little suspicious, she felt that her young lady had indeed changed a lot since she came back this time, and she could only have an adventure to explain it.

Besides, my own lady is a fairy-like person, and it is normal to encounter this kind of thing, thinking of this, Xiaocao immediately put the little doubt left behind, and followed the kite every day to box.

More than a month has passed in a flash

"Miss, Miss!"

Ming Kite is holding the miscellaneous books that Xiaocao has picked up in the market not long ago, and is studying the so-called spiritual power in this world.

In the past month, she has roughly figured out the cultivation system of this world, and this body seems to be an ordinary human body that cannot cultivate the spiritual source as mentioned in the book.

She doesn't have any obsession with whether she can cultivate or not, after all, as an expert in melee combat, she has mastered the body and perfected it.

As for her special abilities, she won't use them unless she has to.

However, as a high-tech and cutting-edge intellectual, Ming Kite is still very interested in cultivation.

It seems that we have to find an opportunity to contact these cultivators.

"Miss!"

Xiaocao hurriedly ran into the house and saw Ming Kite holding a brush in one hand and a book in the other, lazily leaning on a chair, and was distracted.

My own lady feels that she has changed more and more this month, and the things she likes have changed a lot, Xiaocao thinks it's pretty good, although it's cold, but inexplicably it's more popular than before.

"Miss!!"

Seeing that Ming Kite did not respond, Xiaocao raised her voice and screamed again, Ming Kite came back to her senses, put down the brush, and looked at Xiao Cao silently and asked what you were doing.

"Miss, Xiaocao heard that the ancestor is going to be out of the customs in the near future, do you want to prepare?"

Ming Kite scratched her temples, she fused Song Ming Kite's memory, she knew that this ancestor was really good to Song Ming Kite, she wanted to use someone else's body, this little favor should be helped, and then nodded.

"Miss, where did you get so many silver tickets?"

"Picked it up."

"Miss, you lie to Xiaocao again."

The kite didn't say anything, thinking to herself, she really picked it up. Except that the first point was taken from Wuying, and the rest was one day when Xiaocao went out to buy something, she took a nap and found it at the door.

Isn't it just picking up from the ground?

As for whose song the kite is, she doesn't care, as an adopted daughter, she has no money, and as for the person who didn't know who sent to secretly observe her, she didn't care if she noticed that the other party was not malicious.

Maybe it was left to her by the people who saw that she didn't have the money to use this surveillance.

Anyway, the money in her hands is her money.

Not long after she fell asleep at night, she suddenly felt a gust of wind, she got up, found the window open, put on a dress and prepared to close it.

As soon as she walked to the window, she saw a man standing in the courtyard, she stopped closing the window and looked at the man lightly.

"Long time no see." The man said softly.

She tucked her clothes together, feeling the air around her seem to be a little cold.

"Hmm." She answered flatly.

She closed the window, pushed open the door, picked up the lantern, and walked out into the courtyard.

Today's Insatiable did not wear the dark red clothes, lazily leaning on the lonely tree in the yard, the tree blocked a little moonlight, and the silver light that fell on the Insatiable body was mottled a little, he was plain white, with gold thread embroidered with bright lines, half of his hair tied up behind his head, a delicate wooden hairpin inserted, and a few strands of broken hair hanging down in front of his forehead, so as not to lose his casualness.

He was already good-looking, and the dark red clothes that were strange and unpleasant when he first saw him couldn't hide the nobility on his body, and he still exuded a warm and pure aristocratic atmosphere. The gorgeous eyebrows and eyes were covered with clear bones, and they were pressed to overflow with a bit of compassion.

Today, his body is already much more elegant, although he still looks lazy, the noble aura that comes to his face can't be covered.

I looked like a fairy-like figure.

Ming Kite held on to the lantern and walked to Insatiable's side, but his gaze did not fall on Insatiable.

Insatiable took the lantern casually, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Is it cold?" ”

Ming Kite looked at her empty hands, thinking that she hadn't dodged just now.

Hearing the boring question, he nodded subconsciously, and the temperature returned to normal.

Ming Kite glanced at Insatiable and quickly withdrew her gaze.

Heart, how can it be whiter than when I first met.

She thought that she should have a question to ask when she saw Insatiac, after all, Insatiable appeared at the right time that day.

But suddenly I saw that there was no problem at all.

With just one sentence in mind, this person is really good-looking......

"How's it going?"

"Okay."

"Still short of money?"

Ming Kite was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "Lack." ”

Who's too much money.

Insatiable bent his eyes, and he leaned over slightly.

The suddenly enlarged beauty blinded Ming Kite's eyes, and she lowered her eyes, and her heart was misleading.

Then I felt my forehead being gently brushed by my cold fingertips.

"A gift for you, little one."

There was a smile in his voice, and it was soft and soft, and it was so nice that the kite looked up into his eyes.

The warm light emitted by the lantern lingered on his insatiable face, the unusually white complexion was stained with a trace of warmth, the ink-like eyes were printed with the little white face of the singing kite, and the wind in the night blew a few strands of broken hair scattered on his forehead, and the hair brushed the tip of his nose, bringing him a smile.

Insatiable countenance, as bright as the sun and the moon.

For some reason, there was a gust of wind blowing in Ming Kite's mind, with an ethereal voice, and this sentence appeared in his mind out of thin air.

Ming Kite looked at the person in front of him and thought to himself, such an amazing person, the sun and the moon are afraid that they are also a little inferior.

Insatiable straightened up, and when she saw that the beauty left suddenly, Ming Kite subconsciously grabbed the corner of Insatiable's sleeve.

Insatiable looked down at her, as if waiting for her to speak.