Master, there’s something wrong with the way she looks at me.

"Why don't we all join us?

It just so happens that I also want to see what it is that has caused my daughter's realm to regress. The

middle-aged man in Tsing Yi opened his mouth and proposed.

Xiao Miaomiao: "Hey, ......

, can you ask for my opinion?

I'm taking a shower in the house, and a bunch of you people are clubbing outside the house?"

It's embarrassing!"

We're standing guard outside the door.

As soon as there is a situation, you say hello.

We'll rush into the room to rescue you. The

middle-aged man in Tsing Yi waved his hand at Xiao Miaomiao and opened his mouth to encourage.

Xiao Miaomiao: "???

"You guys are like this, I just have a situation, and I don't dare to call

it?" A bunch of people came in to see my appearance without clothes?

"You don't need so many people, right?" It shouldn't

be a big deal.

If I had to take it away, I would have been taken away a long time ago.

It is categorically impossible to wait until now.

Xiao Miaomiao said with an embarrassed but polite smile.

"I'll protect the Dharma!

You all go and rest.

Especially Xiaochen you.

You must be tired today, right?

Rest well, don't act rashly.

Ning Qingxue glanced at Ling Qingchen meaningfully and said.

Ling Qingchen: "......

"I'm not tired!" I'm not tired at all

! I'm very energetic! I also want to protect the Fa!"

"Then I'll trouble you, senior."

Dad, Uncle Ling, and Xiaochen,

just go and sit next to you and rest.

It's okay to have a senior to help me protect the Fa alone.

Xiao Miaomiao bowed to Ning Qingxue and said softly.

Ning Qingxue: "???"

Xiaochen is also called by you?"

"You don't need to see the outside like this."

Just tell him to clean the dust.

Ning Qingxue said softly.

Ling Qingchen: "???"

Ah, this ......

Xiao Miaomiao: "

......" this ...... Why are you called Xiaochen, and you don't see the outside?

Xiao Miaomiao nodded obediently.

"There are seats there, go there and sit and wait!" Ning

Qingxue flicked her fingers, and the stone table and stone chair that were originally placed in the middle of the courtyard.

Suddenly, it was as if it had suffered a car accident.

From the center of the courtyard, it was pushed directly to the edge of the courtyard wall.

Ling Jueding

: "......" Middle-aged man in Tsing Yi

: "......" Ling Qingchen: "......

" That's my fiancée!

There's no need to guard against me like a thief, right?

He also pushed the tables and chairs so far, this is outrageous!"

"I have long wanted to change the stone tables and chairs in the courtyard to that side.

However, I haven't been able to move, but this time it's just right.

Ling Jueding said with a smile of joy.

It seems that he is very satisfied with Ning Qingxue's operation.

Ling Qingchen:

"...... you lie, you can't find

a better reason? Why can't you move? This stone table and stone chair weighs how much?

Ordinary people can move it, not to mention that you are still a cultivator?"

"The scenery on the other side of the wall is indeed much better than the center of this courtyard

!

Hey, I seem to have seen plum blossoms, let's go!

Let's go over and have a look!" The

middle-aged man in Tsing Yi also showed a look of yearning, and urged softly.

Ling Qingchen: "???, there

are still plum blossoms

in the corner? You have also started to lie and not make drafts?

Wait, plum blossoms in the corner

? Eh, isn't this opportunity to pretend to be compared?

It's time to show a wave in front of your fiancée, brush up your impressions, and prove yourself.

lest she always feel like a waste!

herself, she must be impressed.

"Looking at the plum blossoms in the corner, I suddenly felt something in my heart and wanted to recite a poem.

There are a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opened it alone, and ...... it from afar

" "Let's go, let's go in!" Before

Ling Qingchen's poem could be finished, Ning Qingxue had already taken Xiao Miaomiao's little hand.

pulled Xiao Miaomiao into the room.

Ling Qingchen: "......

I haven't finished reading the poem yet......

I'm

finally going to find a place where I can apply the poems I've memorized, am I easy, I'm

not going to give me a chance to finish reading

the poems?" "Virtuous nephew, you've done a wonderful job of this poem! I don't

know what the next few sentences are?"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi carefully recalled the poems that Ling Qingchen had recited, and asked with an anxious expression.

The artistic conception of this poem and the meaning it wants to express are all the best choices.

Ling Qingchen was halfway through his thoughts, and his behavior came to an abrupt end, for a person like him who likes culture.

Obviously an ordeal.

It's like reading a novel, seeing the climax, and suddenly it's gone.

Ling Qingchen: "......"

my poem was read to my fiancée.

I didn't read it to you.

Want to plagiarize the fruits of my labor?

Ling Qingchen said softly.

"This ...... Virtuous nephew, how do I feel, the artistic conception expressed in the last two sentences.

It seems to be a little inconsistent with the previous artistic conception?" The

middle-aged man in Tsing Yi carefully recited the poem that Ling Qingchen was reading, and asked with a puzzled expression.

Ling Qingchen: "......"

actually met someone who understands poetry?