[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Wei Yixiao raised his head suddenly: "What did you say?"

"After half a month, I will go to Binghuo Island with Zhang Wuji." I put down my glass, looked at him calmly and said, "You go back to Emei first, and do something for me."

He showed an angry expression almost immediately: "Zhou Zhiruo, don't do this! Are you fascinated by him again and want to go back on your word?"

"Don't you believe me again?" I looked at him quietly, "Just like last time?"

He froze, holding back his anger.It was just the teacup in his hand, but he crushed it with a "click".

The tea splashed out, wet the table and the clothes with his cuffs.

His palm was also punctured.

"You go out." Without looking at me, he pointed at the door and said coldly.

I stand up.

But did not go.

I lowered my head and looked at his angry face: "The Emei faction is single and weak. It can't compete with the Mingjiao, and it can't compete with the imperial court. I hope you will help me take in some poor people's children after you go back. Pick up those with wisdom roots, those who can practice martial arts, practice martial arts, those who can run business, run business, and those who have no special skills but honest character, let them farm."

He had his head down, but after hearing what I said, he raised his head slowly, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

"There is no need to worry about money, the Emei faction still has a little savings. However, if you go back like this, the senior sisters may not trust you. You can rob a few rich families at the foot of the mountain. I know a few families who are very rich. They are not very kind, respectively..." I slowly said what I had to explain.

He finally couldn't take it anymore and asked me, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to try." I looked at him and said calmly, "You hate me, because I didn't give myself to you. But you can't blame me, I want to give it to you. The person who should hate is Zhang Wuji, who will You and I are playing in the applause, without any respect. I want to try, like my master Miejue Shitai, to be respected and not dare to do anything wrong."

He was startled, and then his expression became complicated.He pursed his lips, stood up slowly, with guilt and embarrassment in his eyes: "I shouldn't blame you. It's my inability to protect my woman, so I can't blame you."

He was very angry, but he only blamed me.When I say that, it's his own fault.

He didn't blame Zhang Wuji.

I couldn't tell what it was like, it was bubbling like boiling water.

But his face was calm, he looked up at him and said, "Then you promise me?"

"Follow the order of the head." He clasped his fists very solemnly, and made a respectful courtesy to me.

I smiled, walked around the table, and hugged him: "Thank you."

Half a month later, a big ship sailed out to sea.

This is a simple-looking boat, which looks no different from other boats going out to sea, except that the hull is a little bigger.The dark canvas was blowing with the wind, and it sailed steadily into the depths of the sea.

I lay on the leeward side, holding the thorny wood on the hull with both hands, staring at the land that was getting farther and farther away, feeling ups and downs.

Before I left, I said goodbye to Beibei, her eyes were wet, and she grabbed me with her only hand: "You must be well, and you must come back well."

She recovered quickly.Firstly, she is in good health, secondly, the medicine prescribed by Zhang Wuji is good, and the environment is stable, she eats and sleeps every day, and occasionally goes downstairs for a walk. Before I left, she was not in too much pain.

She lied to me.She is still in pain.Every night, I would find her holding that severed hand, secretly crying.

I wish I could give her my hand.

The hand holding the wood on the ship's side accidentally used too much force and broke off a small piece of wood.The wooden thorn pierced into the fingertips, and a few drops of blood gushed out.

I took a deep breath and spat it out.

With a slightly fishy wound in his mouth, he stared at the sea in a daze.

After I left, I wonder if Song Qingshu can take good care of Beibei?

Beibei is actually very stubborn.If she doesn't like a person, it will be very difficult for that person to enter her heart, nor can she get close to her body.

I hope Song Qingshu will be smarter.

The wind at sea was very strong, and I stood with my back, my hair was blown to the front, and the ends of my hair pricked my face, which was itchy and painful.

I was too lazy to dial, so I just stood there.

This boat belongs to Zhao Min.Even the crew was prepared by her.

As for why she is so generous?Who told Zhang Wuji to heal her dantian?

The moment I got on the boat, I was thinking in my heart, the condition that Zhang Wuji and Wang Baobao reached was that if he healed Zhao Min's dantian, Wang Baobao would lend him a boat?

should be.

But I think there is something else.

With Zhang Wuji's treachery, how can a big boat satisfy his appetite?

What is it?

I have a vague guess in my mind, but I dare not say it.

It would be too shameless if I said so.

Of course, just thinking about it in your heart is quite shameless.

"Master Zhou blowing the air here alone?" A crisp and pleasant voice sounded from behind.

I turned around, brushed my hair, and smiled at the visitor: "Yes, is the princess coming?"

"I think so too, but I still have to give Brother Wuji something." Zhao Min looked at me and smiled apologetically, "I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany Sect Leader Zhou. Otherwise, I'll let Ah Da accompany you?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the attendant in black behind her.

Ah Da had a cold face, his black eyes were full of arrogance, he pursed his lips, glanced at me, and then looked away.

"What? Can't you hear what I ordered?" Seeing Ah Da not saying a word, Zhao Min immediately turned cold and scolded angrily.

Ah Da lowered his head.

"Slap your mouth!" Zhao Min said coldly.

A Dashi raised his hand, and with a "slap", he hit himself on the face.His hands were heavy, and at this moment, the corner of his mouth was broken.

"I'm really sorry, the servant is not very obedient." Zhao Min smiled apologetically at me, "I'll teach him when I go back."

I pursed my lips and nodded: "Then thank you Princess. To be honest, you are a good-looking servant, and I like it very much. If you can adjust and teach him well, and you are willing to take the initiative to serve me in my room, I can't thank you enough."

Zhao Min's face froze, she almost controlled her gaze, and didn't look at me too much.She nodded hastily and said to me, "Okay, I will."

After finishing speaking, he hurried away with a plate of bright and large grapes.

She wanted to humiliate me at first, and her servants would rather slap me than stand with me on the boat for a while.

I thought, at least it's on someone else's boat, it's okay to be humiliated by her.

I followed her lead and said that I fell in love with Ah Da.

How much face should I give her, I have taken a fancy to her servant, shouldn't she be happy about such a self-degrading thing?

Who would have thought that she would be so stingy, so she withdrew immediately, as if she was afraid that I would get my hands on Ah Da.

Isn't it just a servant, or she brought it up first.

No sincerity.

I pressed my hair that was blown by the wind and went back to the room.

Too much sea breeze is not good, it will damage the beauty.

Life at sea is boring.Especially when I have no one to talk to on board, it is even more boring.

Fortunately, I asked Zhou Dian to fiddle with some notebooks, which were placed in two heavy stacks by the bedside.

Zhou Dian Ever since I said to him, "Our surname is Zhou, maybe we were a family 500 years ago", he has become more enthusiastic towards me, as if I really belong to his family.When I asked him to find a storybook, he was very active.

I picked up the top one, lay on the bedside, and flipped through it.

The scale is not small, the more I look at it, the more I look at it, my eyes are bright, and I am rolling on the bed in changing postures.

I don’t know when there was a hint of sweet aroma in the air, I turned my head to look, there was a plate of grapes on the table, the color was bright, the grains were big, and there was ice on the bottom of the plate, just like the one that Zhao Min gave to Zhang Wuji. That plate is the same.

How could Zhao Min be willing to give me such a cherished thing?

I glanced at it, then retracted my gaze, and continued to look at the large scale.

"Zhiruo." The boy who delivered the grapes called me, "Don't you take a look at me?"

The young maid was pushed down on a stone in the garden by the master, stripped off her trousers, and taught her a lesson viciously.The little maid was crying in pain, but the master actually peeled off her socks and stuffed them into her mouth.

Alas!

What a mouthful!

I don't like masochism very much, so I turned back in a hurry.

After turning a few pages, a hand suddenly reached out and snatched the book away.

I looked up, and it was the boy who brought me grapes.

He was not bad-born, handsome, and tall.Boldly accepted my book, and looked down at it: "What good thing makes you forget to eat and sleep like this?"

He didn't know which page he turned to, but suddenly his body froze, and he quickly threw the book away, as if the book was poisonous.He looked at me angrily, his dark eyes were watery, he didn't know whether it was from shame or anger: "Zhiruo, what do you think of these things?"

"You boy, it doesn't count if you snatch my book, and throw it away. Is this how your princess taught you to treat guests?" I sat up, folded my hands, and frowned.

He had a strange expression on his face, and then his anger disappeared, and he sat down flatteringly instead: "Zhiruo, I'll peel grapes for you, do you want to eat them?"

"Who told you to sit on my bed? Get off!" I pointed to the ground.

He looked back at the closed door, rubbed his buttocks, got off the bed and squatted on the ground instead: "This floor is too narrow, I can't get out of here."

As he said that, he raised his handsome face and looked at me flatteringly: "Zhiruo, shall I peel the grapes for you to eat? It's so sweet."

I looked at him, a little embarrassed.

It's just been half a month without speaking, how did his painting style become like this?

I almost thought he had a tail on his ass, hanging on the ground, slapping, sweeping and sweeping.

"Zhiruo? Say something to me, Zhiruo?" He shook my knee.

I stared at him: "You boy, you have no rules, did you also call the guest's name?"

He frowned, as if aggrieved, his lips pouted slightly: "Zhiruo, I'm not angry anymore, so don't you too, okay?"

"Angry?" I raised my eyebrows slightly, "You boy, you are talking nonsense. I don't even know you, so how can you be angry?"