The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 135 Jialan (Part 1)

Cousin, if my sister can help you, that's it. From now on, it depends on your own efforts. Zhao Zhen patted Ran Tengxiao on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Little girl, you think too much. Ran Tengxiao tapped his fingers on his knees, and the jade wrench on his thumb radiated a warm light in the night.

Really? Zhao Zhen curled her lips together, Just think I'm thinking too much.

His eyes turned, Zhao Zhen bit her lip, and asked tentatively, Cousin, have you seen Xi Yu recently?

This kid came and went without a trace, as if the world had evaporated, and he couldn't find a trace even after three feet of digging.

Ran Tengxiao snorted and glanced sideways at Zhao Zhen.

The flashing neon lights outside the car window clearly reflected the worries and entanglements on the girl's delicate face.

What did you mention him for?

He lost the bet with you, shouldn't he stay with you and do things? This guy who doesn't keep his word, next time I see him, I will definitely give him a hard lesson. Zhao Zhen said viciously.

Are you willing to?

Ran Tengxiao's light four words made Zhao Zhen's face flush, and her domineering tone was mixed with a trace of coquettish anger that she couldn't even detect: Cousin, what are you talking about?

Ran Tengxiao had never seen the arrogant and domineering Zhao Zhen showing the side of such a young girl, and couldn't help but feel a chill.

That kid is not suitable for you, so die as soon as possible.

Zhao Zhen was stunned, her face turned pale, and she muttered, Why?

Are you admitting it?

Zhao Zhen pursed her lips silently.

How long have you only met him? How much do you know about him? Ran Tengxiao asked lightly, and the dim compartment instantly became a little breathless.

Zhao Zhen bit her lower lip: I don't care, I just like him.

Ran Tengxiao sneered: It seems that my aunt is really used to you. That's all I have to say. You can judge for yourself.

Thinking of something, Zhao Zhen said, Cousin, I think Zhu Mingjing should know Xi Yu.

Ran Tengxiao squinted his eyes, and subconsciously stroked the jade finger on his thumb with his fingers, What do you say?

Zhao Zhen pondered and said, I smell Xi Yu on Zhu Mingjing's body, it's very similar, but I'm not sure. Because it's not the smell of perfume, Zhu Mingjing shouldn't wear perfume, it's like deodorant, that kind of smell ....

Zhao Zhen closed her eyes, It's like plum blossoms melting the coldness of ice and snow, mixed with a touch of sandalwood...

She still has a fresh memory of this smell. She has searched all the past and current perfumes of major perfume brands for sale or collection, but she can't find this smell.

Ran Tengxiao was not surprised. Zhao Zhen's sense of smell has been particularly sensitive since she was a child, and she can smell many things that ordinary people can't smell.

sandalwood?

Zhao Zhen nodded: Actually, I'm not sure, it's not that kind of inferior sandalwood. I tried many kinds of sandalwood before I was sure it should be Jialan sandalwood. This kind of sandalwood is very rare and grows on the cliffs. It exudes a strange fragrance, and there are many poisonous strains around it, and it is also highly poisonous. Many people were poisoned to death when picking it. Only one jalan wood can extract sandalwood the size of a fingernail. , because it is too rare and there is no circulation in the market, Jialan wood is a very precious psychic wood in Buddhist classics.

Zhu Mingjing grew up in Buddhism, so all this makes sense.

This is also a point that she is quite afraid of Zhu Mingjing, and she found out these after searching a lot of information. Although she has never smelled the smell of Jialan wood, it is clearly recorded in ancient books that Jialan wood has a strange fragrance, and it is easy to smell it. Scattered for a long time.

In other words, as long as ordinary people get this kind of fragrance, they will not dissipate it for a long time.

What's even more amazing is that if a person bathes in this fragrance for a long time, he will see something that ordinary people cannot see, that is to say, the psychic tree.

The smell on Zhu Mingjing's body is very faint, and people who are not very sensitive to smell can't smell it at all. It should be that she has used this kind of fragrance before.

And she also smelled this fragrance from Xi Yu, although it was weaker than Zhu Mingjing's.

Jialan sandalwood is so rare, will it appear on two people at the same time?

She also smelled Ming Chen and Ming Ti who were in constant contact with Ming Jing, but it was much weaker than Zhu Ming Jing.

Ran Tengxiao hooked his lips: This Miss Zhu, there are more and more mysteries about her.

Zhao Zhen thought of a possibility, and suddenly the hairs all over her body stood on end.

No way, the person Xi Yu likes is also Zhu Mingjing, right?

Zhao Zhen gritted her teeth and said, Cousin, I only know one cousin in my life, and that is Zhu Mingjing, my sister will fully support you, come on.

Ran Tengxiao gave her a white look: Get lost.

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The car drove into Ran's mansion.

It was too late, Zhao Zhen didn't plan to go back, she also had a house in Ran's house, and came back to live in occasionally to show her identity as the eldest lady of Ran's house.

Master Xiao, you are back. Ye Jian greeted him.

Seeing Zhao Zhen said in surprise, Miss, you are here too.

There was the sound of something being thrown upstairs, Zhao Zhen said Tsk, What's going on in the middle of the night?

Ye Jian was a little ashamed. Since the incident happened last time, the Second Young Master's personality has changed drastically. He throws things every day to vent his anger. The things in his bedroom are basically destroyed.

Zhao Zhen ran to the second floor with a thump, thump, thump, and was ready to make trouble.

Ran Tengxiao walked into the study, Any news from Xi Yu?

No, every time this kid disappears without a trace, our people can't keep up.

Ye Jian thought of something and said: A few days ago, the whole police force was mobilized, and the subordinates felt that something was wrong, so they sent someone to investigate. It turned out that the young master of the Qu family from the capital came to Jiangzhou, and he disappeared in a car accident, which made Jiangzhou popular. Panic, but luckily the person has been found.

Ran Tengxiao smiled knowingly: It turned out to be him.

Ye Jian said dumbly: Master Xiao has seen it?

Let's have dinner together tonight, a little boy. He laughed.

Ye Jian's eyes widened, Master Xiao actually had dinner at the same table with the young master of the Qu family? Spreading out did not cause a big wave of rendering.

Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes, and suddenly asked: Back then, Uncle tied the wrong child, was it him?

It seems that Lord Xiao already knows.

Ye Jian turned his head to look towards the door, Master Lin.

Lin Feng walked in with a serious expression.

Ye Jian quietly backed out, closed the door, and faithfully guarded the door of the study.

Among the big families in Kyoto, he is the only child of the right age. Ran Tengxiao said lightly.

After Jichang defected back then, Lord Wen chased him to the capital. He was going to arrest Jichang's son and threaten him. However, the information was wrong and he arrested the young master of the Qu family. After falling into the net of heaven and earth, Master Wen could not escape, was betrayed by Yu Jiang, and finally died unexpectedly, but what was the situation at that time, Master Wen was dead, and Yu Jiang had been missing for many years, only Young Master Qu who witnessed the scene knew. Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

The whereabouts of Yu Jiang may find a breakthrough in Young Master Qu, but unfortunately Qu Lanting has protected this younger brother too well and is extremely vigilant towards us. He has been devoting himself to attacking the Ran family in the past few years, and now he is finally taking a breather. , if Qu Lanting targets him again because of this, the gain will outweigh the loss. Lin Feng said worriedly.

Ran Tengxiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a slender figure was reflected on the glass in front of him, the man's eyes were like deep abyss, deep and unfathomable.

Ran Bowen, Yu Jiang, Qu Feitai, Zhu Mingjing, Xi Yu... It seems that there is a thread that is faintly pulling, but it is not yet known who holds this thread.

Yun Mo came to Jiangzhou and personally protected Young Master Qu. It is not easy for the Ran family to come to this point. For the time being, we still have to protect ourselves wisely. Qu Lanting is crazy and will do whatever he can. His bottom line is his younger brother.

Lin Feng looked at Ran Tengxiao's back and said slowly.

Go check Zhu Mingjing.

Lin Feng was startled, and looked at Ran Tengxiao's back in confusion, this Miss Zhu has nothing to do with what happened twelve years ago, right?

If it's Lord Xiao's selfishness...

You forgot about the narcissus basin. I never believe in any coincidences, but there is a possibility...

Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes, Uncle's daughter, if she is still alive, she must be sixteen years old.

Lin Feng's eyes widened in shock, This...is it impossible?

The Zhu family's genes cannot produce such an excellent child. Ran Tengxiao said mockingly.

Lin Feng agrees with this point, the Ran family, apart from anything else, has good genes, and everyone is handsome and beautiful.

It's just that this guess was too unbelievable. He couldn't react for a while, and his brain was about to shut down.

Miss Zhu, everyone knows that she is the real daughter of the Zhu family who just got back. The Zhu family can't even make a mistake about this, right?

Ran Tengxiao glanced at him lightly, With Zhu Mingjing's cleverness, I don't believe she can't handle such a simple thing.

Lin Feng was shocked: Then why did she do this?

He can no longer keep up with Lord Xiao's brain circuit.

So I ask you to check, don't let anyone around her go.

Lin Feng frowned, turned and left in a hurry.

The night is as cool as water, and the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is peaceful.

Ran Tengxiao turned around.

Behind the golden nanmu desk is a huge antique shelf, filled with various antiques.

He walked up to the Bogu stand, and on the shelf at eye level was a jadeite cabbage. The greenery was clear and rich, and it was very valuable.

Ran Tengxiao held the emerald cabbage with both hands, turned three times to the left, and then turned three times to the right. After hearing a mechanical sound of clicking, a magical scene happened.

The bogu shelf is divided into two from the middle, and slowly recedes to the two sides, revealing an iron door.

There is a password input device next to the iron gate.

There are only three input opportunities, and I have already used it twice. If I make a mistake in the remaining one, the entire Ran family mansion will be razed to the ground in an instant.

My father once asked someone to try to dig a hole in the ground, but the cracks in the underground walls were filled with mercury, and it was even more impossible to imitate the design of Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum.

And the craftsman who designed the secret room back then has long been murdered by Ran Bowen.

Ran Bowen's cautiousness and viciousness can be seen here.

Uncle, Uncle, what secrets are hidden in this secret room of yours?

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——Brother Qu, the second sister is already asleep, don't worry.

After sending the WeChat message, Mingchen was about to switch to Weibo, and was about to go to Chaohua to cheer for Brother Qu, when his phone was taken away suddenly, Mingchen got up from the bed: Ming Ti, give me back the phone.

Mingti said with a cold face, Sleep.

Ming Chen pouted aggrievedly, You...huh, I'm ignoring you, I'm going to sleep with Second Sister.

Hugging the pillow and about to get out of bed, Mingti's cold voice came from behind the door: Xiao Wu has already slept in a room by himself, are you worse than Xiao Wu?

Ming Chen paused, and snorted: I'll sleep with Xiao Wu.

He opened the door and ran away.

Ming Ti sighed, feeling uneasy every day.

Ming Jing came out of the shower and sat in front of the dressing table wrapped in a soft nightgown.

A figure is reflected in the mirror.

Ming Jing raised his hand and touched his scalp, it was a little prickly.

New hair has grown.

When the hair just grows out, it is really ugly.

But the person in the mirror has a small face, delicate features, a straight nose bridge, fair skin, dark pupils with deep and dark eyes, and there is an indistinguishable beauty between male and female.

Even with a bald head, it's hard to hide her peerless beauty and demeanor.

Ming Jing brushed over the bottles and cans on the table with his fingers, picked up a bottle of toner, poured it on his palm and patted it on his face.

Quietly, a black shadow came in from the window.

Master's sweetheart, I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you so much. The visitor walked behind Ming Jing, touched Ming Jing's face with his fingers, spoke frivolously, and behaved badly.

In the mirror, the person who came was wrapped in black clothes, with a slender body, protruding forward and backward, extremely plump.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, revealing her delicate and gorgeous facial features. When she turned her eyes and raised her eyebrows, she was full of charm and charm.

Ming Jing brushed her hand away, walked to the desk, picked up an English book, sat down and read it.

Hey, don't you care about me at all? Zheng Qing walked around to Ming Jing, took the English book from her hand, glanced at the cover, and subconsciously frowned.

The Count of Monte Cristo? Why are you watching this thing? I can't understand the Chinese version, but you still read the English version.

Ming Jing looked up at her.

The dark and quiet eyes are like two bottomless pools.

Zheng Qing shivered, and stuffed the book into her hand: I have something to tell you, seriously.

Ming Jing turned to the page he had seen before, lowered his eyes, and let out a faint hmm.

Qu Feitai...he is the young master of the Qu family, do you know the Qu family in Kyoto? Zheng Qing observed Ming Jing's expression.

The girl's thick and slender eyelashes hang down the lower eyelids, her brows are calm and gentle.

Um.

Zheng Qing's voice was sharp: You know?

Zheng Qing realized that he had overreacted, coughed, and said incredulously, When did you know?

just.

Zheng Qing choked, and muttered: Can you give me some feedback, I don't have any sense of accomplishment.

After a long time, she has gotten used to it.

Young Master Qu, whose real name is Qu Lanzhou, is the posthumous son of Qu Liushang. His mother died in childbirth to give birth to him. He was brought up by his half-brother Qu Lanting. Qu Lanting raised this younger brother as a son. Qu Lan When Zhou was six years old, he ran away from home and was kidnapped. The Qu family kept this matter a deep secret, but what do I do, there is no information that I can't dig out.

Zheng Qing frowned triumphantly.

Do you know who kidnapped Qu Lanzhou?

Ming Jing said indifferently: Ran Bowen.

Fuck..., your mother even told you this?

Zheng Qing frowned, I can only find out that Ah Yu was seriously injured when he left, and he gradually recovered after recuperating for a year, but it also caused the root cause of his illness, otherwise it would be impossible not to notice Nighthawk's ambush....

What happened back then? Both Ran Bowen and A Yu died, and Qu Lanzhou was the only living insider. I think we should arrest this kid and pry his mouth open, otherwise we will never know what happened at that time. What, and the clue to the other half of the Azure Dragon Seal might be on him. Zheng Qing said with a cold light in his eyes.

Thinking of something, she looked at Ming Jing and curled her lips: That kid is chasing you now. He is tall and handsome, and he is still super top-notch. You won't be tempted, will you?

Ming Jing lowered his eyes and said lightly: No.

Qu Feitai is Qu Lanzhou, the little boy kidnapped by Ran Bowen.

Twelve years ago, twelve years ago...

Ming Jing suddenly felt a dull pain in her heart, almost unable to breathe, her fingers suddenly grabbed the armrest of the chair, and the book in her hand fell to the floor with a muffled bang.

Zheng Qing was startled, seeing that Ming Jing's phalanx was deeply sunken while holding the armrest of the chair, and the veins on the back of his hand were protruding, making him look more and more skinny, which was shocking.

As for Ming Jing's face, which was never disturbed, his brows were tightly frowned, his complexion was pale, and seemed to be in pain.

What's wrong with you? Zheng Qingji walked up to her, knelt down and looked at her worriedly.

Ming Jing looked at the English book that fell to the ground, the pages were scattered, and a line of English clearly came into view under the light.

All human wisdoms are contained in these two words: wait and hope.

All human wisdom is contained in these four words: wait and hope.

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Don't scare me. Zheng Qing frantically took out his mobile phone and prepared to call 120.

A pale, thin hand grasped her ready-to-dial hand.

Zheng Qing raised his head, and instantly fell into a pair of dark and deep eyes.

It is as black as thick ink, purer and deeper, and there seem to be many unspeakable stories hidden in it.

That must be a sad story.

No need. Ming Jing spat out two words and let go.

His face was still pale, but the pain had subsided a lot.

Ming Jing bent down and picked up the scattered pages little by little, his movements were slow but serious.

Zheng Qing stared at her back strangely, Ming Jing, what else are you hiding from me? Am I still the person you trust the most?

One day, you'll know, not now.

Zheng Qing was annoyed, and turned around in a hurry, Then what do you think we should do now? The clues are broken here, and we can't find the Qinglong Seal. How can we compete with Nighthawk and avenge Ah Yu?

No hurry, wait slowly.

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Zheng Qing left, and the bedroom became quiet again.

Ding Jing turned off the lights and lay on the bed, staring at the darkness of nothingness.

The palm fell on the heart.

In the darkness, the slow and powerful heartbeat hit her palm bit by bit, and was transmitted to the brain along with the nerve endings.

sorry…….

The pistol dropped at her feet, and she saw a pair of panicked eyes.

Such beautiful eyes should not be stained with dust.

A sigh, floating in the night.

Oh it's you.

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Boy, you saw my face, I can't keep you anymore. The man had a pair of falcon-like eyes, holding a pistol, and approached him step by step.

The little boy backed away in fear. There was a wall behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

He shook his head desperately and shouted: Brother, save me.

The man seemed to be taken aback, and then he smiled sinisterly: It's useless, Da Luo Jinxian can't save you anymore, if you want to blame, blame you for being the young master of the Qu family.

The man raised his pistol and aimed it at his forehead.

The suffocating feeling of being so close to death is so clear even in sleep.

The boy frowned tightly and shook his head uneasily.

don't want…….

The crisp sound of the finger pulling the trigger seemed to be disintegrated, and it fell into the ear so clearly in the darkness.

At the very moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out, kicked the gun in the man's hand, and the gun fell to his feet.

He stared at the pistol on the ground, bent down and picked it up slowly.

He saw with his own eyes that the man died in her hands, and the woman was walking towards him step by step with a bloody dagger in her hand.

Don't be afraid...

With a bang gunshot, the gentle smile on the woman's face was frozen forever, and she looked down at her chest.

A blood hole was bubbling blood.

Crack the pistol fell to the ground, the woman looked up and saw a pair of beautiful eyes filled with fear.

Don't cry, she said.

Dragging the blood all over the floor towards him, there is a winding blood road behind him.

It was an unforgettable scene in his life, deeply rooted in his bones and blood.

Don't be afraid, everything will be fine.

The boy suddenly woke up from the nightmare, dripping with cold sweat, panting heavily in the dark.