Huang Asan's face was very ugly, he got up from the ground in embarrassment, and roared at Gong Huangjue in a bluff.

"You wait, wait for the uncle, I'll go back and find someone to clean you up." As soon as the words fell, he began to run on the ground.

Gong Huangjue raised his footsteps, and a cold light swept under his eyes. Rong Qiao was stunned and took the first step and clenched his hand firmly.

"No, I don't want you to kill people, especially this kind of person."

He looked back, bowed.

Looking at her eyes steadily, looking into the waves of her clear eyes, the faint worry. Unconsciously, the anger between his eyebrows slowly faded, and the murderous aura from his body was also swept away.

With a backhand grip, his cold and hard lip line bent shallowly, pulling out a graceful arc. "Seventeen." In a low and soft voice, there is a numbing feeling.

Rong Qiao's eyes were particularly blazing when he looked at him, and in the deep black pupils, there was a flash of light in her heart, the light was too familiar, so familiar that she seemed to have touched a hot soldering iron, and her fingers struggled to retract.

"That, that, cold-faced man, how about I take a look at that old man first?" She used the excuse to divert the topic, ran to the old woodcutter's side in a thunderous heartbeat, supported him, and greeted softly: "Uncle, are you okay?" Is there anything wrong with your body? Why don't I take you to see the doctor? ”

The old woodcutter glanced at Rong Qiao gratefully, he shook his head and said, "No need, the old man's body and bones know by himself, it's okay, it's just a little bit of a collision, it's okay." It's the girl and the knight, thank you both. At this point, his voice lowered.

"But I think the two of you should hurry up and leave this place of right and wrong, that Young Master Huang has the support of the prefect behind him, he has suffered this loss, and he will definitely not let the two of them go." The old woodcutter comforted the two.

Rong Qiao Yingying smiled, she said lightly: "Don't worry, just with a little prefect, this girl hasn't put him in her eyes yet, but the old man, be more careful." ”

She took out two ingots and ten taels of silver from her sleeve and stuffed them into the old man's hand.

"This silver is given to the uncle, go home and ask your sick granddaughter to get a doctor, buy some delicious food, and the uncle will not come out and walk around these days."

She has her own way of dealing with them.

If they're not smart enough, they're going to mess with her, and she can't ask for it.

Clear eyes, sparkling, Rong Qiao smiled confidently.

When the old woodcutter saw this, he saw that they must be unusual, so he said no more. He took the twenty taels of silver given by Rong Qiao and went down the mountain gratefully.

Gong Huangjue watched the old woodcutter's back tremble and walk down the hill, inexplicably, the cold eyes floated with a faint mist.

"What's wrong? Cold-faced man, let's go up and take a look at the tea. Rong Qiao followed his gaze, a little strange about his actions.

Gong Huangjue looked at the stiff back, stunned.

"Huang Jue, Huang Jue-" Rong Qiao raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, what was wrong with him? There's something strange about it.

Rong Qiao was puzzled, but he didn't know her name, which made Gong Huangjue, who was wandering in his thoughts, suddenly wake up.

He stared at her in amazement.

"What did you just call me?" The tone was visibly a little short.

Rong Qiao didn't understand what the problem was, she whispered a little dazedly: "Huang Jue." ”

"Seventeen." All of a sudden, his voice became so gentle, so gentle. "Can you make a few more noises?"

Uh-

Rong Qiao stared at him in amazement, his head was fine, why did he speak strangely. She raised her hand, pulled down his head, and naturally touched his forehead with her forehead, not feeling hot as expected.

"I don't have a fever, I'm so decent, why did I suddenly say something inexplicable." She wondered.

Gong Huangjue was shocked by her intimate actions.

The look of surprise floated in his faint and cold black pupils.

Then, he smiled. He laughed suddenly, and the laughter exploded from his chest* and reached Rong Qiao's ears, mixing it with a mixture of muffled humming and inhibition.

But seeing that he was staring at Rong Qiao meaningfully, he insisted: "Call the king's name a few more times, seventeen, and call a few more." There was an indescribable excitement and excitement in his voice.

Rong Qiao frowned, and she glanced at Gong Huangjue angrily.

"You're not sick, it's okay, what am I calling your name for, it's really a bad head." She picked at the corners of her mouth in displeasure. "I don't call it, I'm not like you, my head is normal, I have nothing to do with you."

Gong Huangjue looked at her amusedly, her eyebrows and eyes warm. "Then, don't call the wrong name in the future."

"What do you mean?" Rong Qiao looked at him puzzled.

"What do you call this king on weekdays?" Gong Huangjue stared at her delicate red lips tightly.

Rong Qiao glanced at him suspiciously, rolled his eyes and said, "Cold-faced man, Xiao Juejue, Gong Huangjue." She counted on her fingers. And bastards, cold-blooded guys, stinky guys, bad guys—" The more she spoke, the more Gong Huang Jue's face sank a little.

When she felt that the cold air around her was blowing three points colder than the harsh winter north wind, she immediately changed her words and said: "You can automatically ignore the next few titles, I will say it casually." She snorted.

This cold-faced man didn't quite feel right from just now, did he suffer from any stimulation? In his heart, Rong Qiao was speculating about Gong Huangjue's strange words and deeds.

"What else?" He didn't forget to remind her once.

And also? Rong Qiao frowned in confusion. "No, that's all, I promise, I didn't give you another nickname." She held out two fingers and swore to God.

"It's not a nickname, just now, what did you call this king just now?" Gong Huangjue patiently mentioned.

Just now, what just now? Rong Qiao tilted his head and thought for a while, as if he remembered what she had called.

"Isn't it just called Huang Jue?" She muttered to herself, like the wind.

Gong Huangjue clasped her hand with a shining look and said excitedly: "That's it, call a few more times." ”

Rong Qiao's glasses widened, his head was broken, why did she scream a few more times, so she didn't scream.

"Call, seventeen, call the name of this king." But he was unusually persistent.

Rong Qiao's eyes widened, she slightly opened her pink lips, and stared at him in disbelief.

"Cold-faced man, I see that your head is really broken, is it worth it for you to scream Huang Jue?" She pursed the corners of her lips in displeasure.

"Well, since you are so insistent, you can scream a few more times, and I won't have a piece of meat on me anyway. Listen, listen—"

Ahem cough cough –

Rong Qiao coughed lightly a few times, she cleared her throat, and then looked at Gong Huang Jue's brilliant black pupils, looking at the starlight in the depths of his eyes, appearing and disappearing.

From the fingers peeking out of the wide black sleeves of his shirt, you can clearly feel the slight trembling of the fingers.

This was originally a very simple and ordinary thing in Rong Qiao's eyes, but suddenly, because of Gong Huangjue's nervous attitude of too much attention, Rong Qiao's throat tightened inexplicably, and he opened his lips, but he couldn't spit out any sound.

"Seventeen." Gong Huangjue called her softly, and he looked a little anxious from the side. Rong Qiao was stunned, for a while, I don't know why, she suddenly started to leave.

Her steps grew faster and faster, and her cheeks were burned with a hot sensation that made her heart uneasy and her mind was confused.

"Seventeen." His footsteps were like flying, and his figure flashed, and it was already dangling in front of her eyes. Clean and slender fingers, very neatly cut, pressed gently and slightly tremblingly on Rong Qiao's arm.

His eyes flickered, like anxiety, and pressed against her arm, which could make Rong Qiao clearly feel his heart suffocated, and his mind was in turmoil.

"That, that, cold-faced man, can you let me go first." She awkwardly avoided his gaze, her eyes flustered.

He clasped her jaw with one hand, preventing her eyes from escaping his grim countenance.

"Seventeen, look at me and call this king by his name." His fingers slid gently over her rounded chin, bringing up a flying flower that sank into the calm surface of the lake.

Rong Qiao hurriedly pulled his hand down.

"Well, cold-faced man, the issue we should be discussing now is the issue of going up the mountain to purchase tea, not this issue. I think we'd better hurry up the mountain and have a look, don't bother any longer, it's not early. ”

She used the excuse to divert the subject, trying to divert his attention.

And he, to her surprise, suddenly became so insistent and stubborn, that he refused to stop.

The eyes never left her countenance, and the gaze was sharp and fiery.

"Seventeen, this king thinks that this problem is more important than purchasing tea at the moment, what do you think?" He felt that he had slowly forced out a corner of her heart, just a little bit, just a little bit, he could touch her inner world, at this time, he didn't want to give up, even if he didn't have the income from this year's tea, he was willing.

And Rong Qiao obviously didn't want Gong Huangjue to peek into her heart, and didn't want him to see the depths of her heart, so she avoided his eyes and avoided his gaze.

"But I think tea is more important, you know, I asked Huang Rui to borrow 100,000 taels of silver to do business, and promised him that he would pay it back a hundred times after success, don't let me lose all my money."

She turned around, deliberately puffing out her cheeks, not wanting to continue the topic.

"I warn you, cold-faced man, if you do this again, I'll go up the mountain alone. I believe that with my own ability, I can still win the first place in the Tea King Competition. ”

Her expression froze in an instant.

The panic in her heart was like a cold to the bone, freezing her blood, and she didn't want to face this problem, nor did she want to delve into the back of the problem.

This feeling of helplessness was all too familiar to her.

Therefore, the instinctive danger made her guard shield build a cold and hard wall in an instant, blocking the other party thousands of miles away.

Gong Huangjue saw through the meaning that flashed in her eyes, and suddenly, a gloomy color floated his originally bright dark eyes.