"Da da da……"
Jiang Wuji rode a black horse, followed by the Bamboo Shoot Heroine.
Since Murong Wanfeng's identity was relatively sensitive, he put on his curtain hat after coming out of Shuiyue Tea House.
However, not long after leaving the teahouse, two figures blocked the way.
Seeing the person clearly, Jiang Wuji frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "Miss Nangong, is there something wrong?"
"I..." Nangong Su stopped talking.
At this time, her younger brother Nangong Jue stepped forward and said, "I, a Donghai native, always keep my word. Since my sister lost last night, she should fulfill her bet."
"Don't think that I don't know what you are paying attention to. If word spreads in the future, won't the world laugh at my sister, Tianjian Island, and Donghai?"
Jiang Wuji raised his brows, feeling that he couldn't keep up with this guy's thinking.
what? Still insisting on pushing his sister into the fire pit?
Jiang Wuji ignored Nangong Jue, and his eyes fell on the foreign swordsman Nangong Su: "Miss Nangong, do you think so too?"
Nangong Su: "..."
Seeing that his sister was showing signs of retreating, Nangong Jue urged in a deep voice: "Sister?"
Sigh... Nangong Suxin sighed, thinking of her brother's situation.
Her younger brother, who was uneducated and incompetent in his early years, owed a lot of gambling debts and had his hands and feet broken by a gambler.
Although her family is now prosperous because of her, and her younger brother has become a top-notch master, the disease he suffered from before has blocked his path to become a master.
It would be fine if he just couldn't become a master. The cultivation of first-class masters had already surpassed that of many people.
But Nangong Jue fell in love with the second princess of the East China Sea royal family, and the most basic requirement of the East China Sea royal family for their consort was to be a master.
The purpose of sending the envoy to Dali is to find an opportunity to destroy Jiang Wuji. As long as this can be accomplished, the royal family will reward the shark bead, which can repair the root cause of Nangong Jue's disease...
In the final analysis, Nangong Su himself had no murderous intention towards Jiang Wuji, and he did not know why the Donghai royal family insisted on killing Jiang Wuji.
Before coming to Dali, she had never even heard of the name Jiang Wuji...
However, the Nangong family is a single generation, and now that the elder has died of illness, she, the elder sister, cannot let the Nangong family's incense be ruined in her hands no matter what.
"Yes." Nangong Su nodded, "Once a word is spoken, it is difficult to follow it."
Hearing this, Jiang Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Miss, do you know what the maid has to do? How to serve the master?"
Nangong Su's eyes showed determination and he nodded again: "Yes."
"..."
Nangong Jue: "Jiang Wuji, my sister is the Saint of the East China Sea. If anything happens to her, my master will definitely not let you go!"
Want to fulfill the contract and return the jade to Zhao? Haha... Jiang Wuji ignored Nangong Jue's threatening shouts and clattered forward with his horse under his belly.
"You follow."
Jiangzhai.
When he was granted the title of Marquis of Tingshui, King Luo mentioned the matter of the Marquis Mansion.
But Jiang Wuji refused, feeling that the house left by his adoptive father was enough to live in, and there was no need to make it too grand.
At this moment, Lu Xiaolu was practicing martial arts in the yard. Qin Moli, the elastic bear who was supervising him, had a sullen face and twitched the small wicker in his hand from time to time to teach Xiaolu a lesson for not practicing hard.
"Master, senior sister, why don't you practice kung fu?" Xiao Lu was dissatisfied.
We are living in a place where we are in love with each other. Why do you think that is? Elastic Bear taught him a lesson: "Your senior sister is already a grand master. I won't say this until you become a grand master."
Hearing this, Ji Xiaowan shook her head from side to side and said with a playful smile: "Junior sister, why do you have to trouble yourself~"
Xiao Lu pouted and said with aggrieved expression: "But senior sister can't beat me..."
"???" Ji Xiaowan was shocked: "Who do you think can't beat you?"
Lu Xiaolu said matter-of-factly: "What's wrong? Doesn't Senior Sister only know how to penetrate the clouds? Although I only have first-class cultivation, if we really want to fight, Senior Sister may not even be able to catch my ten moves."
"Ah..." Ji Xiaowan rolled up her sleeves and grabbed her sword: "Come on, come on, if I lose to you today, I will call you senior sister in the future!"
"That's not necessary. Brother Wuji and I are similar in age. When my senior sister calls me senior sister, I feel that calling me old..."
"???, who do you think is old?"
"No, senior sister is still very beautiful, but compared to me and brother Wuji, she looks a little older..."
"Lu! Little! Deer!"
Just when Ji Xiaowan wanted to teach Lu Xiaolu a lesson, Jiang Wuji came back with his men.
"Brother Wuji~"
Lu Xiaolu took the lead to greet him, and struck preemptively: "Senior sister bullied me again~"
Jiang Wuji glanced at the angry Wan'er and said with a smile, "You must have made her angry again."
"What~" Lu Xiaolu held Jiang Wuji's arm and said aggrievedly: "I was just joking. Who knew that senior sister has such a bad temper? If brother Wuji hadn't come back, I would have been beaten to death by senior sister. I was scared to death. I am..."
Seeing Wan'er gritting her silver teeth in anger, Jiang Wuji silently took his hand out of Xiaolu's arms and changed his words: "Okay, look who's coming."
Murong Wanfeng took off his curtain hat and smiled at the three girls in the courtyard: "Everyone, long time no see. I hope you are well."
Elastic Bear frowned slightly, crossed his arms over his chest, and said a lukewarm "hmm".
Lu Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and asked, "Huh? Didn't you go back to Shazhou?"
"Yeah, didn't you go back to Shazhou? What are you doing here?" Ji Xiaowan asked.
Murong Wanfeng was a little embarrassed. The three people's reactions were not very welcoming. Even his best friend had a questioning tone.
So Murong Wanfeng replied angrily: "What's wrong? Do I have to stay in Shazhou?"
Thinking of the previous incident of destroying the temple, Ji Xiaowan glanced at Murong Wanfeng, and then at Jiang Wuji, who wanted to stay out of the incident.
"Why did you take her home? You are from Fengtiansi. Don't you know how many people are staring at you now? You brought her home openly, but you don't know her identity... hmm? Who is she?"
Before he finished speaking, Nangong Su walked in.
Seeing the four women in the courtyard, Nangong Su, who had never questioned her appearance, was stunned and did not react.
So beautiful...each has its own merits and has its own scenery...
I heard that Jiang Wuji is a womanizer. Could it be that these girls are all his...
This, this...why? With their capital, why would they be willing to serve the same husband?
Especially the cold-looking woman, whose aura should be that of the Jade Bone Master...
Unbelievable, unreasonable, fantasy...
Under the gaze of the four girls, Nangong Su, who had come back to his senses, cupped his fists and bowed: "I am Nangong Su, my master is the Sword Master of the East China Sea."
"Are you the Saint of the East China Sea?"
Ji Xiaowan's eyes widened and she looked at Jiang Wuji in disbelief: "Why did you take her home?"
"..."
It's a long story, but this one finally looks a little bit cool.
Jiang Wuji glanced at the five girls, touched the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "Let's arrange rooms for Miss Murong and Miss Nangong first. I have something to do in the office, so I'll go back first. I'll talk about other things when I get back."
"You! Tell me clearly first! Why are you running!"
Ji Xiaowan angrily stomped her little feet towards Jiang Wuji who was oiling his soles.
It's annoying enough to have a little deer in the house, but suddenly two girls are brought back. What's the matter?
The breeze blows and the fallen leaves rustle.
The five women looked at each other and made calculations in their minds...
