Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Zhong was suddenly curious.

Song Jing's face was dull, and his eyes didn't fluctuate: "There's nothing to see. The one who entered your room was Shu Jinxiu. I'll go back to my room first. You go to the kitchen and tell me, prepare the food, and I'll get it later."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The pace was very steady, neither fast nor slow, but Huangfu's eyes became brighter and full of secrets.

He pondered, Song Jing's complexion was too calm, the serious brilliance was hidden, and the expression on his face was silent. It was obvious that he was pretending to be expressionless in order to cover up other expressions.

The expressionless one is too obvious, making it hard for people to see what he is thinking, so it becomes more and more problematic.

Huangfu's fighting eyes fell on Song Jing who was walking away and was injured. The hand holding the silk handkerchief was trembling slightly, which was obviously a manifestation of intense emotions and complicated heart.

Do you want to follow?

Huangfu looks up to the sky, he has a noble status, so he should not do what a pariah does.

Suppressing the curiosity in my heart, the previous unwillingness reappeared, Shu Jinxiu, right?You are the first one who dares to ignore me.

Song Jing walked to a place where no one was there, and suddenly accelerated, like a gust of wind, and quickly returned to her dormitory.

Turn around, close the door, and lock it.

The action is done in one go, concise and smooth.

call--

Song Jing's eyes fell on the silk in her hands, her pale cheeks blushed slightly, her slender eyes stared fiercely at the silk, Shu Jinxiu, how did you do it.

Unfold the silk—

There was a person with long black hair hanging down to his ankles, smooth and straight, framing a seductive gesture.

His skin is fair and delicate, his eyebrows are delicate and beautiful, peerless, and his wine red eyes are like a deep pool, looking beyond the silk with a charming charm, making people feel that the eyes are empty, almost ignoring everything Something, just noticed you, you alone.

The lips are a magnificent bright red, hooked alone, as if after drinking blood, the blood condenses on the lips to form dark scabs, enchanting and bewitching, satisfying with a devilish smile.

Down below is Shu Jinxiu's long scarlet gown, with flaps flying.

However, Song Jing wanted to look away in embarrassment, but her gaze refused to obey her command.

The clothes that could be covered with silk were greatly unbuttoned, basically flying back in the air together with the black hair, revealing Shu Jinxiu's slim and slender body, with beautiful and well-proportioned lines, with the temptation of strength and beauty, and the urge to touch.

Shu Jinxiu, who was almost half-naked, possessed a monstrous allure that made it hard for anyone to open his eyes. He wanted to hug him, kiss him, and imprison him firmly. Anyone who saw silk would probably think this way.

The beauty of black hair and red clothes is breathtaking.

Song Jing took a deep breath. What was this evildoer trying to do by suddenly showing him such a self-portrait?

Just as he was thinking, a jade-colored light flashed in the room, and Song Jing stretched out his hand to take it. It was a sound-transmitting jade talisman.

A spell was typed, and a deep and laughing voice sounded like a lover's murmur——

"Hey, little Song Jing, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Shu Jinxiu.The corners of Song Jing's lips twitched, "Very well, the young master of Yaoyue Sect is also stupid to send such a thing."

The voice chuckled: "I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little sad to hear that little Song Jing is getting married. Little Song Jing, look at my portrait, if you change your mind, just remarry me Wow."

"I'm waiting for your news." The voice raised briskly, and the light of the jade talisman fell silent.

Song Jing was stunned, the portrait that could be put on silk, could it be like a self-recommended portrait during a blind date?He blinked his eyes, is Shu Jinxiu too busy to do anything?

He was looking at the portrait on the silk, the man's wine-red eyes seemed to fall on his face through the barrier of space, with a seductive color, a smile that was not a smile, beautiful and youthful.

Putting away the silk and putting it in the Qiankun Ring, Song Jing took a few deep breaths, opened the door and walked out.

No matter how you say it, let's solve the little wolf's peerless problem first, Shu Jinxiu may be really bored, so he sent such a naive picture scroll like selling himself.

He walked towards the kitchen again, his pale complexion recovered bit by bit, and he seemed to have calmed down.

Suddenly, a piercing and indifferent voice sounded in his ears——

"Xiao Qingli, you are having a good time."

Song Jing looked back impressively: "Xia Yu?"

Xia Yu still had a haggard look on his face, his knife-like chin was full of blue stubble, his eyes were sunken, and his eyes were as sharp as knives, looking at him coldly and cruelly.

"Come here..." Song Jing smiled lightly under the gaze comparable to that of Shuo Lie Beifeng: "What's the matter?"

The chapped lips paused word by word: "We are not allowed to get married."

"Huh?" Song Jing was taken aback.

"You are not allowed to get married." Xia Yu's eyes were gloomy, and the words fell to the ground.

Song Jing blinked: "Why?"

Xia Yu's expression was indifferent, her eyes drifted unconsciously, but then she became cold again: "I don't want to implicate other people when I kill you. Lord You is a good man, don't implicate him."

"It's fine if you don't kill him when the time comes." Song Jing raised her eyebrows indifferently, asking for an excuse, please find a reasonable one, okay?

Xia Yu pursed her lips tightly, and it took a while before she said dryly, "I will not show mercy to anyone who is related to you."

"According to what you said, it's best for me to move to the deep mountains and hide alone now, without contact with others, and live in seclusion without asking about world affairs?" Song Jing laughed.

Xia Yu nodded seriously, with stubborn eyes: "This is the best."

Looking at Xia Yu's serious eyes, Song Jing couldn't help laughing: "Xia Yu, you are still so cute."

"It's up to you whether you want to listen or not." Xia Yu gritted her teeth resentfully, turned around and left suddenly, leaving only Song Jing's unstoppable laughter in place.

It seemed like an angry tone, just now.Song Jing smiled, but his eyes were suddenly relieved. It turned out that Xia Yu was still the same Xia Yu from before. The moment he turned around, he clearly saw that under the silvery white hair on his temples, his small earlobes were pink and tender, thin and tender. A layer of crimson, a long-lost crimson.

It's still that shy Xia Yu.

Song Jing's eyes were warm, and he felt like a heavy stone had been dropped in his heart, and he finally relaxed.

071-2 Look, Everyone Is Happy

The little wolf finally ate the food Song Jing sent, but asked very quietly: "Why does Brother Xiaojing stay with him?"

Song Jing answered so emotionally for the first time: "Everyone will meet the person who suits them best. For me, Su Jiang is the one who can accompany me. Life and death are in harmony with each other. hands, grow old together. Just like this."

"What do those four sentences mean?" Little Wolf lowered his head, "Can't I?"

Song Jing smiled and replied softly, as if she was afraid of being shocked and said: "It means being together forever, standing side by side, and never being separated for a lifetime."

Little wolf was a little bit perplexed, he had been under the protection of Xiao Jing's elder brother all along, he was indeed not like Su Jiang, standing side by side with Song Jing, looking at the world with a smile.

However, one day, I will be upright and confidently snatch brother Xiaojing away from him.

Forever together, standing side by side.

Only the most powerful people are worthy of saying to Brother Xiao Jing, "Life and death are in harmony, and you will be happy with you. Hold your hand and grow old together with you."

Song Jing also breathed a sigh of relief, neither expecting nor rejecting, just quietly waiting for the arrival of the big wedding on that day.

As for Shu Jinxiu's self-recommendation portrait, and Xia Yu's threat theory, Song Jing laughed it off. In fact, no matter who he knew, everyone had their own petty temperament, and it was not true if they just smiled.

Song Jing knew very well that even if she said to remarry Shu Jinxiu, that person would probably postpone the marriage without limit, so she would not agree to it.

As for Xia Yu, not to mention that he would not kill himself, even if a good person like Su Jiang had something to do with him, Xia Yu would not be able to kill him.

The turbulent waves are often buried under the calm, and after the small twists and turns, it is a leisurely day.

In fact, there is no such thing as who will marry who will marry. Su Jiang and Song Jing have a very tacit understanding, and they marry together, and then they settle in Jing Shangchen Tower.

As the wedding day approached, the mansion began to be decorated with small and large trivial arrangements. The beaming red was like overflowing seaweed, struggling to expand under Song Jing's nose, occupying every corner of the mansion within reach.

Song Jing swallowed her anger and tried her best to ignore it. Red always brought her many bad memories, which made him restless and restless.

Su Jiang saw that he was uncomfortable, so she specially led him in the garden three times, wondering what made Song Jing, who always kept his expression impatient, to show an impatient expression.

"Actually, it's nothing." Song Jing felt embarrassed by Su Jiang's considerate worry. She likes it so much, so why should she change red to white?

"I just don't like red, it's too bright, it's easy to make people feel irritable and out of control, and it's not suitable for calm thinking." He added.

Su Jiang smiled lightly, doting in her eyes: "Why don't you change the color?"

"What color?" Song Jing raised her eyebrows, "Is everyone used to red on festive days?"

"Blue? Cyan? Black?" Su Jiang smiled, "White, white matches Xiaojing very well."

Song Jing rubbed his forehead, "White is a funeral, right?"

"I don't know what, the outside is not important. In a plain color, as long as the heart is happy and joyful without sorrow, it is a happy event, not a funeral." Su Jiang said seriously, "Everything in this world depends on the heart. Yes. When the heart is here, everything outside doesn’t matter.”

Song Jing shook her head amusedly: "But not everyone understands this truth.