Leng Ningchi had just finished taking a shower when she heard a knock on the door.
Opening the door and looking at the smiling Shui Miaomiao outside, Leng Ningchi quickly welcomed the person in, "It's cold in the night, why did you come here?"
"I suddenly missed you, the kind that I can't fall asleep without taking a look at you."
Shui Miaomiao can always make Leng Ning smile with just one sentence.
It took some time to come out of Leng Mansion. How could they want Wen Renxian to stay overnight?
During the entanglement, Shui Miaomiao keenly felt that Leng Ningchi was nervous, but she didn't know what she was nervous about.
Leng Ningchi was afraid that the Leng family would say something without restraint. Fortunately, both of them were still afraid of death. After all, the Saint Yuan Patriarch had specifically warned that nothing could be revealed without his permission.
I accompanied Leng Ningchi back to Leng's house. Except for the time when I met Ningmei, the atmosphere was harmonious. The rest of the time, it was weird, and it didn't feel like I was back home at all.
Shui Miaomiao thought about coming to see Leng Ningchi, fearing that she would become depressed.
"I brought back some good stuff, you must try it."
It's not good to drink tea late at night.
Leng Ningchi wanted to refuse, but Shui Miaomiao moved faster, brewed the stir-fried tea she took from Ningmei, and handed it to Leng Ningchi like a treasure.
"Is this tea?" Leng Ningchi hesitated, looking at Shui Miaomiao's smiling face, taking a sip, and the fried tea went into his throat, and some hazy childhood memories gradually came to life.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Leng Ningchi, who had been nervous all day, finally had to relax and sit down on the edge of the bed.
"Is it a good thing?"
"Yeah." Leng Ningchi nodded and swung his feet like a child, "I thought I had forgotten this taste. What is it called?"
"Fried tea." Shui Miaomiao put a bag of tea leaves on the table. "The taste is the most unforgettable thing. It is just hidden in the depths of my mind, waiting to be recalled."
"You must have a good sleep. Auntie told me that you will take me to visit Zhongbei City tomorrow."
"Zhongbei City?" Leng Ningchi said in a funny tone, "I haven't even visited Zhongbei City a few times, and I don't even know the streets in Zhongbei City."
"Then, let's take Lan Jixuan with us, and he will show the map so that we won't get lost."
"He would be sad if he knew Miaomiao was using him as a map."
The atmosphere in the room became more and more relaxed. Leng Ningchi thought that he would not be able to sleep today, but before he knew it, his upper eyelids were fighting with his lower eyelids.
"That's it, have a good rest, good night."
Leng Ningzhi nodded, somewhat reluctantly.
"By the way, this." Shui Miaomiao handed over the belt buckle. Her intuition told her that this must be a precious thing, and she couldn't accept it because she didn't do anything.
"Mother gave it to you?" Leng Ning looked at the belt buckle in Shui Miaomiao's hand.
"Well, no reward for no merit. I went to your house to have a meal and took away several bags of tea. What do you mean by leaving a belt buckle with me?"
"Since it's a gift from my mother, just keep it." Leng Ningchi closed Shui Miaomiao's hand and pushed it back, "My mother usually doesn't talk much to others, but seeing that I had a great time chatting with you, I think she likes it. of."
"Yes." Shui Miaomiao was still hesitating. Leng Ningchi took the belt buckle directly and buckled it on Shui Miaomiao's belt. Not to mention it fit well.
This plain belt buckle is versatile.
"How expensive can a belt buckle be? Put it away. By the way," Leng Ningchi stepped forward and lowered his voice, "What have you been talking about with my mother?"
Mom probably wouldn't tell anyone about the stupid things she did when she was a child, it would be too embarrassing.
Shui Miaomiao raised the corners of her mouth and said in a coquettish way, "That's a lot to talk about, but it's too late today. Let's talk tomorrow."
"How can this be? How can I sleep today~" After saying this, Leng Ningchi yawned and hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves, smiling shyly.
"Well, good night, and have a good dream." Shui Miaomiao chuckled.
"Good night."
Leng Ningchi replied reluctantly, but he was indeed sleepy.
On the way back to the room, Shui Miaomiao lowered her head and looked at the belt buckle.
In the second half of the night, the stars and the moon were all hidden in the clouds, and it was dark all the way. Shui Miaomiao spent a long time mentally building up when he came. After all, he had a rich imagination and was afraid of ghosts in the darkness.
But this time I went back, I wasn't afraid anymore. It was quite inexplicable. I always felt like something was pressing down on me, and it felt like the evil spirit should not disturb me.
Is this belt buckle really extraordinary?
How could it be an ordinary thing? Although Ningmei never felt that this waist buckle had any magic, it was indeed the only thing she brought with her when she left the clan - Fengruo.
Legend has it that they are the tears of gods. It is so difficult to make gods cry.
Gods cannot stay in the world for a long time. They were specially made to protect their beloved girls from being bewitched by demons and ghosts. Gods are here and no ghosts can disturb them...
Although I had promised to visit Zhongbei City, I still didn’t get around to it in the end.
Although Shui Miaomiao could pretend to be interested, she actually had no interest. She discovered this when Leng Ningchi pulled away from the mess in the Leng family.
Tacitly, they are all thinking about each other.
I was very lucky to be able to wait until the auction house started without any trouble.
Since Tuo Yanjun left that morning, he has not been seen again.
Very good, if you can keep it up.
Shui Miaomiao arrived at the box that Le Rongrong left for her early. She could see and hear from the outside, but she couldn't see anything inside. Of course, you can also choose to let everyone see.
Some powerful clan forces are just like this, showing off.
The liveliness of the auction house on this day was beyond Shui Miaomiao's imagination. No one thought that there was anything hidden behind this auction. They were all here to spend money and gamble.
The atmosphere is good for now.
Shui Miaomiao had nothing to do with the excitement in the outside world. When things came to a close, Shui Miaomiao became nervous, and the hand she held in Leng Ningchi's hand was already covered in sweat.
If this time is different from what he expected, Shui Miaomiao really doesn't know how to find Jian Chu.
The thought of Tuo Yanjun's voice diverted Shui Miaomiao's attention. She was no longer nervous, but only had tendons in her head twitching.
Tuo Yanjun never makes trouble regardless of the occasion. If he wants to know which box Shui Miaomiao is in, no one can stop him.
Shui Miaomiao helplessly signaled to the people waiting nearby, and went out to lead Tuo Yanjun into the box to prevent him from shouting anything. This box was named after an expert hermit.
Not Shui Miaomiao or Sanshui.
"You're rich, here's the box." As soon as Tuo Yanjun came in, he sat on the chair like an old man, crossed his legs, and looked very comfortable, but there was sweat on his forehead and dust on his clothes. It looked like he had come back in a hurry. "Give me a cup of tea."
"Yeah." Tuo Yanjun waved his hand and refused the tea brought by the servant, staring at Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao felt her headache getting worse.
Facing the weird looks in Leng Ningchi's and Wen Renxian's eyes, Shui Miaomiao poured a glass of water and handed it to Tuo Yanjun, and said angrily, "I'll drink tea after I'm out of breath."
Although Shui Miaomiao's tone was unkind, Tuo Yanjun still took the cup with a smile, drank it all in one gulp, and said he would like another cup.
Shui Miaomiao looked on coldly, she should have poured a glass of boiling water just now, it won't burn you to death!
"Let's get some food, I'm starving."
Wen Renxian, who was standing at the glass entrance to observe the auction preparations below, sat down on the chair next to Tuo Yanjun. After chatting for a few words, he diverted Tuo Yanjun's gaze from Shui Miaomiao. He knew what topics Tuo Yanjun was interested in.
Shui Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was really difficult to deal with Tuo Yanjun while worrying about Meren Tears.
Shui Miaomiao slumped on the chair. Wen Renxian saw this and raised the corners of his mouth involuntarily. Leng Ningchi came to Shui Miaomiao's side and pressed the acupuncture points on Shui Miaomiao's hands to relieve fatigue and block his sight. .
