original intention

Since returning that day, Nanjin seems to be getting busier and busier, cutting down some dirty businesses, most of which are shops and channels that entrap the people or make a lot of black-hearted money, but gambling houses and brothels scattered all over the Central Plains It has been kept, but the business model has also undergone major innovations. In fact, these innovations have been carried out one after another after Su Qingran became the chief executive, but Nan Jin is obviously on a larger scale this time. unfolded.

The believers have rumored that Director Su has indeed replaced Director A Fu, and that the Palace Mistress is indeed deeply influenced by Director Su in handling daily educational affairs, but for the congregants, this is not bad. The daily remuneration has not been reduced, on the contrary, many embarrassments have been reduced. After all, no one wants to point the tip of a knife at innocent people all day long, and who is born to be a black hearted devil?

In the days that followed, Nan Jin and Su Qingran spent much less time getting along with each other except for their academic contact, but for some reason, Nan Jin and Su Qingran would definitely sleep with Su Qingran at night for eight out of ten days. Just like that pervert who is extremely fond of masculinity, he is greedy and intoxicated with Su Qingran's body, sometimes Nan Jin can't tell clearly, maybe it's because it's too difficult to seek someone's heart, or maybe it's because of the light and shallow feeling in Su Qingran's body. The slightly bitter taste is inexplicably addictive...

On this day, it was already the middle of winter, the indoors were covered with silver carbon cages, and the warm and sweet incense was lit, which was as pleasant as warm spring, but the outdoors was a cold scene, with snowflakes like catkins in spring and summer in the south of the Yangtze River. The raven-colored eaves and scattered courtyards are all painted with pure white color, exuding a peaceful atmosphere. The delicate girl in the courtyard is A Luo, who has practiced diligently with the inner strength and heart method for several months. That said, she has long been able to protect her body from the cold with true qi, and with that conscientious and desperate energy, the colder it is, the more motivated she is to practice.

In his hand, he held a soft silver whip, exquisite and incomparable. It was forged with rhinoceros tendons from the Western Regions outside the Great Wall. The handle was intertwined with gold and silver threads. It was inlaid with an emerald gemstone. The whip was two or three feet long. After ordering the booklet of martial arts, I selected it for A Luo from the armory of Qingxuan Palace.After A Luo received it, she couldn't put it down. She got up every morning to practice the inner strength method, and in the afternoon and evening, she practiced according to Zhuo's silver snake soft whip method, and it never stopped when it was windy or rainy.

Today, despite the cold weather and heavy snowfall, A Luo never slacked off. Su Qingran would guide her carefully whenever she had time on weekdays. A Luo always worshiped Ah Qing very much. The first time he taught her to practice martial arts, she was like a first-class swordsman with profound martial arts skills. The research and guidance of martial arts always made A Luomao suddenly enlightened and enlightened.

At this moment, Su Qingran was wearing a silk brocade robe, a snow blue woolen cloak outside his outer shirt, and a ring of snow-colored fox fur around his neck, making his handsome face white and elegant.

At this moment, I saw the woman in the courtyard shaking off a few whip flowers, mixed with the snowflakes and flying randomly, standing on tiptoe, jumping in mid-air, the soft whip seemed to have aura, and showed a lot of joy along with the woman's flying clothes. A few eye-catching whip shadows, the snow coat on the pistil of the red plum tree beside it has been completely omitted, but the pink and gorgeous flowers are not damaged at all.

The delicate girl looked at the snowflakes in the sky, and cast a fiery look at Su Qingran as if triumphant, with unspoken joy, as if telling Su Qingran to praise others quickly, Su Qingran smiled slightly, her voice was not loud But he said calmly, "The dantian is full of energy, the supervisor and appointment are in parallel, the cycle is cycled, and the body is integrated smoothly. Although the moves just now are gorgeous, they have lost their strength."

Hearing this, Ah Luo flew into the air, and immediately began to practice according to Su Qingran's mental method, but saw a person flying in from outside the courtyard, following her soft whip ups and downs to fight her, more than ten moves had passed Whenever A Luo couldn't resist, he slowed down, always making A Luo have to get close and kept chasing after him. Finally, the man gathered his internal strength, brushed away the snowflakes that flew off A Luo's soft whip, and gathered together. With sword energy, the tip of the sword pulled out a crystal snowflake plum, and sent the sword to Su Qingran's palm.

Su Qingran caught it subconsciously. The plum blossoms were lifelike, but the ice and snow melted easily. Even though the temperature in the palm was pitifully low, the flowers in the palm could not withstand it. Su Qingran was stunned for a moment.

It was Nan Jin who came, and Nan Jin touched the cold palm of the man with his fingers, frowned, and dragged the man into the room involuntarily.

The warmth in the room was overwhelming, Su Qingran flinched subconsciously, and Nan Jin's hand tightened.

A Luo took the whip and followed into the house, and Master Nan Jin sat up, "A Luo, you have practiced kung fu well, it's already this hour, why don't you have dinner."

Ever since A Luo followed Su Qingran, she was used to seeing the other side of the decisive palace master, and she was already used to this way of getting along. A Luo smiled and blessed her, and replied, "Morning in the afternoon After eating dumplings, my son’s favorite stuffed shrimp and tofu, it took a lot of effort to talk about the shrimp paste. The shrimp was caught from the southernmost south, which is farther south than Gusu and Hangzhou. It was kept in an ice box, and it took a few days to deliver it quickly, and traveled all the way through the four seasons, so that today's Laba can be eaten by the young master."

Nan Jin was extremely surprised, and asked suspiciously, "Who is so attentive?"

A Luo bent her lips and smiled, "It's Qin Qing who is the best at light work among the young master's subordinates."

Nan Jin frowned even more coldly, and gritted his teeth in his heart, when did he provoke Qin Qing? In his private heart, Su Qingran is peerless, there are few wonderful people in the world, and not many in the sky. will fall.

Su Qingran swept across his face, casually as if explaining, "Qin Qing competed with A Luo, and threatened to defeat A Luo within five moves. After five or sixty tricks, Qin Qing promised Ah Luo to do one thing when he lost, and Ah Luo asked Qin Qing to get so many shrimps out of nowhere, which really surprised me."

After all, he summoned to A Luo dotingly, "A Luo, go to the small kitchen and cook the dumplings."

Nan Jin's evil eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the back of A Luo's departure, this little girl's film, I am afraid that she has such thoughts about A Ran, she is really hard to guard against, the wolf cannot guard against the little rabbit.

Ever since Nan Jin entered the house, she has been holding onto Su Qingran's hand, regardless of whether A Luo is in front of her or not. Jin's occasional domineering and intimate behavior, the relationship between the two exists in a very subtle and treacherous way. If they are intimate lovers, Su Qingran is mostly cold and distant towards Nan Jin, even worse. The author Su Qingran was in Qingxuan Palace, and sometimes the things he did sometimes caused troubles for Qingxuan Palace, not to mention the entanglement and disgust many times in advance. Su Qingran didn't take the consideration of the Palace Master as the starting point at all when doing things, it seemed that it was all based on his own preferences.

What surprised me was Nan Jin's attitude. If it is said that Nan Jin relied heavily on Su Qingran but he didn't. At least in matters within the church, he was either Ding Mao or Mao. There were only a handful of cases of favoritism. If Nan Jin was wrong Su Qingran looked at him differently, but it was all because of him. Manager Afu seemed to be unknowingly manipulating him. During the period of Qingxuan Palace, various decision-making reforms more or less followed Su Qingran's wishes from time to time. What's more, Nan Jin's pampering and indulgence to Su Qingran's life is probably clear to anyone in Qingxuan Palace who is not blind.

At this moment, Nan Jin's palm was still rubbing Su Qingran's hand again and again, Su Qingran's face sank a little, and Nan Jin just couldn't see it.

Nan Jin stared at the girl and went out, and asked, "Why does this girl practice martial arts like a desperate Saburo, thanks to her being able to persevere for several months?"

Su Qingran stared at Nan Jin's evil hand, "A Luo has always vowed to protect me and be my right and left hand."

Nan Jin raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that there are still people in this Qingxuan Palace who dare to murder the headmaster of my church?"

Su Qingran didn't distinguish with him, and said directly, "Could it be that the palace master doesn't allow my girl to practice martial arts?"

Nan Jin smiled, and naturally received the sense of arrogance that he didn't understand contained in the other party's words, and let go of his hand, in a great mood, "Aran can do whatever he wants, even if it's impossible, if it's Aran, That’s right.”

Su Qingran recalled the words at this moment, and felt depressed, just at this moment A Luo came in with steaming dumplings, and the attention of the three of them was naturally attracted by the dumplings.

After dinner, Nan Jin ate a lot. In the past, he didn't pay much attention to food. It can be seen that the shrimp dumplings in the middle of winter are really delicious. Who knows that eating is not enough, so he asked Ah Luo to use a food box Packed a plate full and ready to take away.

Ah Luo pursed her mouth, she could only do as she wanted, and she was quite reluctant, that's all, even eating and taking, she didn't look like a palace master.

Su Qingran was noncommittal, with no expression on his face, his warm eyes were misty and rainy, and he snorted almost inaudibly, and asked A Luo to follow suit.