The first Qi Ling is a beauty [Rebirth]

Ji Jiang's body was stiff and he didn't dare to move rashly. He forgot Jinxi Hexi for a while, and only felt a clear spring flowing from the bottom of his heart, which was very sweet.

Until Ning Yin left, he was still immersed in the touch just now, not only sweet in his heart, but also very sweet on his lips.

Ning Yin supported her forehead and was staggering. If there were no reliable people around her, she might have fallen to the ground long ago.

"It's you, brat." Ning Yin raised one eye, her voice was lazily, like a half-dream raving.

Ji Jiang looked over wholeheartedly, "It's me, Senior Ning."

Ning Yin suddenly smiled, and reached out to poke his cheek, "You haven't been drinking, why is your face so red? Could it be that you were drunk by the smell of alcohol?"

Ji Jiang stared at the person in front of him, his eyes were like stars, and he stretched out his long arms to embrace him, "Senior Ning, have you heard an old saying?"

"What?" Ning Yin seldom struggled, and let him hold her, so well-behaved.

Ji Jiang licked his lower lip, his heart was beating wildly, like a boy in Huaichun.

"Alcohol doesn't intoxicate people, people intoxicate themselves."

The next morning, when Ning Yin opened her eyes, she felt a splitting headache and felt uncomfortable all over.

Sure enough, it was a mistake to drink, why did he commit another old problem...

As soon as he lifted the quilt, he heard the door creak, and someone came straight to the inner room.

"Senior Ning, I asked Xiao Er to make some new tea to sober you up."

Ji Jiang brought the teacup in front of Ning Yin, and watched him drink it with his own eyes. During this time, he stared at him, as if he could disappear without taking a single glance.

"Shen will have breakfast later, what would Senior Ning want to eat? Porridge, side dishes, or pastries?"

"It's all good." Ning Yin looked at Shang Jijiang inadvertently, and was taken aback for a moment.

What's wrong with this kid?Why are you looking at him like that?

Ning Yin recalled last night, the scattered memories couldn't be strung together, and hesitantly asked, "Are... what's the matter?"

"Senior Ning, don't you remember what happened last night?"

So did he do something embarrassing last night?No wonder the kid was staring at him like that.

Ning Yin thought about it carefully for a long time, but she still had no clue, but only had a headache.

"Last night, what happened?"

Ji Jiang withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips, "No, it's because you, Senior Ning, were drunk and held me back."

Ning Yin coughed twice in embarrassment, "Then what else am I doing?"

"It's nothing." When Ji Jiang raised his eyes again, his expression was as usual, and no one could see anything unusual, "Then you fell asleep."

Ning Yin breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, but luckily she didn't drag the kid to call him father, it wasn't too embarrassing.

"Tonight, I'll go to the Zhiyin Pavilion again to find out the tone of that young master Qingyin."

When Ji Jiang heard this, he said seriously, "I will go too."

"You stay at the inn and wait for me, or meet me at the gate of Zhiyin Pavilion."

Letting Ji Jiang go yesterday was purely an accident, he can't take him there a second time.

But Ji Jiang didn't appreciate it, and still insisted, "I will go wherever Senior Ning goes. Moreover, Senior Ning may be in danger if he goes alone to such a place full of wolves and tigers."

How could he be in danger? At least he is a person who has lived for thousands of years. Even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs run, and he can still be frightened by those little bastards.

But seeing Ji Jiang's expression again, Ning Yin knew that if he didn't deserve him today, he would follow him stealthily. It's better to let him go with him openly and watch him under his nose.

In the evening, it was the time when Zhiyin Pavilion's business was most prosperous.As soon as the two stood at the gate of Zhiyin Pavilion, they were surrounded by the princes in the pavilion, trying their best to make them turn their cards.

Without saying a word, Ji Jiang showed the Longyuan sword, and there was no sound at all.

He stood in front of Ning Yin, and said coldly, "Let Mr. Qingyin come over."

At this time, a man stood up, "You two may have to wait another day if you want to see Mr. Qingyin, he has guests in the room now."

Receiving Ji Jiang's questioning gaze, Ning Yin pointed to the man who spoke just now, "Then you, lead the way."

The man immediately greeted the two of them flattered, "Please come with the servant."

Stepping into the door, Ning Yin immediately turned around and touched the man's sleeping hole.

The two looked at each other, jumped out of the window one after another, and found Mr. Qingyin's room along the eaves.

Through the candlelight, I saw someone hidden behind the curtain in the room, the double shadows overlapped, making some strange movements from time to time.

Ji Jiang leaned lower, trying to see the situation in the room clearly, but through the tent, he could only see shaking shadows.

"Senior Ning, what are they doing?"

Ning Yin himself was disturbed by what he heard, and hurriedly covered Ji Jiang's eyes, "Do not look at evil."

He shouldn't have agreed to let this brat follow.

Ji Jiang blinked, held the hand blocking his eyes, and slowly opened a gap.

The figure behind the curtain was still entangled, suddenly a white hand stretched out the curtain, grabbing the edge of the bed, followed by another hand chasing it out to restrain it.

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"With such a beauty, how can I not be impatient?"

As soon as the words were finished, the bed curtain was lifted suddenly, and Qingyin fell to the ground in tulle.

"Baby, what are you running for?"

The man followed closely, trying to hug him from behind, but was blocked by Qingyin.

"I'm tired today, sir, go back first."

"Voiceless..."

"My lord." Qingyin turned around suddenly, and whispered in his ear, "You know my rules, it's only once a day, if you break the rules, don't come to my door."

"Cheng Chengcheng, it's all up to you."

Qingyin bowed and bowed, "Respectfully send off your lord."

When only Qingyin was left in the room, the two jumped down. Just as Ning Yin was about to speak, seeing Qingyin's clothes, she immediately took a step across to block Ji Jiang's sight.

"I have something to ask Mr. Qingyin when I come here, are you wearing a dress?"

Under the tulle, the traces on the body can be seen at a glance.Qingyin smiled indifferently, as if he wanted to let you watch.

"I'm in the Zhiyin Pavilion, why do I care about these things. The two young masters have watched the show on the roof for a long time, and I don't care to watch more, just ask if you have any questions."

A weak man who seemed to have no strength to restrain a chicken, when he saw someone breaking in, he didn't panic, and he could talk and laugh happily.Either life and death are ignored, or it is hidden.

Suddenly, a robe fell on Qingyin's head.

"Didn't you hear what Senior Ning said?" Ji Jiang said coldly.

Qingyin pulled off the clothes and put them on slowly, "Don't get angry, Mr. Ji, I'll just wear them."

"Can Mr. Qingyin know City Lord Ren?" Ning Yin didn't mention the treasure map, but only threw out someone to test his tone.

"Who is City Lord Ren? How could he come here? I have never seen it before. I heard that City Lord Ren is an upright person and doesn't like the wind and moon." Qingyin put on her clothes and sat down with her waist supported. ask?"

Ning Yin looked at his expression, it didn't look like he was telling a lie.

Could it be that he was wrong, the bosom friend in the poem has nothing to do with the bosom friend Pavilion?

Ning Yin looked him over again, "When did Mr. Qingyin come to Zhiyin Pavilion?"

"I've been here for some years, and it's probably seven or eight years. I used to study poetry and rhythm in the cabinet, and I only came out to welcome guests last year." Qingyin spoke earnestly, and even Ning Yin didn't ask. Speak out.

If he only came to the outer court last year, it is reasonable to have never seen City Lord Ren. It does not mean that City Lord Ren has not been here.

"The last question, before Mr. Qingyin, who is the leader in the pavilion?"

Qingyin was silent for a moment when he heard the words, then chuckled and said, "I heard the old man in the pavilion mention that he is an unlucky ghost. In the land of wind and moon, he was really moved and believed that the son of a rich family would really fall in love with him. In the end, I ended up dead without a place to bury him. I don’t care if I don’t mention it, but Mr. Ning thinks I’m not good-looking enough, so he still wants to ask whoever did it?”

"It's just a question, Mr. Qingyin, don't worry about it, I'll take my leave."

The two raised their feet to leave, but the voiceless son suddenly got up to meet him, picked up the jug by the table, and smiled, "Since the two gentlemen are here, don't rush away, why don't you stay and have a drink."

Seeing Mr. Qingyin rushing towards him, Ning Yin pushed lightly, and saw him flying out, hitting the low table behind him, and the antique porcelain on the table shattered to the ground.

Ning Yin blinked, he didn't use any force at all...

Young Master Qingyin covered his face and sobbed, "Oh, what should I do, these things are priceless, even if you beat me to death, you won't be able to pay for it."

"How much are these things?"

Young Master Voiceless cried pear blossoms with rain, "It's worth 1 taels anyway."

Ning Yin: "..."

Grab money!

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Ning Yin: What if someone touches porcelain?

Ji Jiang: Run!

Ning Yin: How can you be so ashamed?

Ji Jiang: That's 1 taels.

Ning Yin: What are you waiting for, run!

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See you on Thursday night~