Jing Yingrong did already know that the person coming was Lan Chucui.
Lan Chucui didn't find the formation outside the cave, so she went directly to knock on the door, and the back door opened.
Seeing Lan Chucui come in, everyone in the front hall had different reactions. Wu Yaochen, Tang Zhile and Zhao Jinxu all greeted her politely. Yin Xueze didn't even look at her, while Shu Pinghui rolled her eyes and snorted softly from her nose.
Lan Chucui didn't see Jing Yingrong's figure, so she walked over and took a seat without asking.
Lan Chucui's eyes circled around the hall, and finally landed on Yin Xueze.
She said with a smile: "Junior Brother Yin has the title of Shura, he is cold-hearted and fierce, and he can be friends with Junior Sister Jing, which really surprises me."
Yin Xueze was staring at the plate of pastries on the table. He raised his head and glanced at Lan Chucui expressionlessly, then lowered his head again, as if there was something about the plate of red and white pastries that attracted him.
Zhao Jinxu suppressed a smile, reached for a piece, broke the pastry in half from the middle, handed the white half to Yin Xueze, and ate the red half himself.
Yin Xueze's slightly frowned brows relaxed, and he took the pastry and ate it in small bites without losing any crumbs.
Lan Chucui's smile, which was completely ignored by the other party, was filled with chills, but after her expression changed, it was fear that took over, and she chose to change her target.
Lan Chucui looked at Zhao Jinxu who was wiping his mouth after swallowing the pastries, his eyes moved, and said: "Junior Brother Zhao, aren't you thirsty?"
Zhao Jinxu made a move and showed an innocent smile to Lan Chucui.
Shu Pinghui sneered, stood up and said, "I'll call Rong Rong."
Hence the scene just now.
Jing Yingrong and Huo Xiumao walked out from the back of the hall. Jing Yingrong held the teapot, filled everyone's cups, then took out a new cup and placed it in front of Lan Chucui.
Lan Chucui stared at the dense tea in the cup, her pupils narrowed.
Shu Pinghui took a sip of tea and said casually: "How can you be thirsty when you have such good tea?"
Lan Chucui narrowed her eyes, and when she looked at the reflection in the mirror, there was only depth in her eyes.
She said: "Let's prepare a small gift to congratulate Junior Sister Jing on the completion of her new residence."
Lan Chucui held out an exquisite brocade box. Jing Yingrong thanked her and was about to put it away after taking it. Lan Chucui said again: "Junior Sister Jing, please open it now and take a look."
Jing Yingrong glanced at her indifferently and opened the brocade box. Lying on the velvet with black background and silver thread, there was a pink and white honey glass embellished flower hairpin. This hairpin is not only simple and noble in style, but also a top-grade spiritual weapon.
Lan Chucui stared closely at Jing Yingrong's face, but she didn't see any mood swings on the other side.
She moved her gaze upwards, and the hairpins and hairpins on her temples were reflected in the mirror. They were no more than low-grade spiritual weapons at the highest level.
Lan Chucui looked away, smiled brightly, and said: "I looked at the mirror and saw that junior sister's clothes are often changed, which shows that there are many of them. However, many are not equal to perfection. This hairpin was carefully selected by me. It should be very suitable for junior sister."
Jing Yingrong has a lot of clothes, shoes, and accessories that Qin Xinyao bought for her when she was in the Qin family. One of Qin Xinyao's hobbies is to dress up Jing Yingrong, and she often takes Jing Yingrong shopping for clothes.
Qin Xinyao knew very well that with Jing Yingrong's cultivation, the grade of clothing did not mean much, so when she chose clothes for Jing Yingrong, she always focused on aesthetics. Before leaving, she specifically told Jing Yingrong to change clothes frequently - the so-called rain and dew should be wetted, and Jing Yingrong always did so.
Ji Sha Jian: "She is mocking you?"
Jing Yingrong: "A little bit."
At the same time, Jing Yingrong's eyes passed over the hairpin and asked in confusion: "It's better to be fine... this, fine?"
Lan Chucui's expression froze.
Ji Sha Jian said to Ji Jie Pen and Ji Yan Zhu: "Do you think she did it on purpose?"
Jijiebi suppressed his laughter and analyzed it in a serious manner: "If it's intentional, she's asking sincerely; if it's not intentional, she's really good at irritating people. So - can you guess?"
Ji Yanzhu said: "There is no intention or not. Don't you still know her nature? There is nothing to worry about."
The loss of composure was only for a moment, and Lan Chucui quickly regained her grace and said: "I didn't expect that Junior Sister Jing has such a high vision. But I have a question - if this thing is not considered a fine product, then what does the thing that Junior Sister Jing wears in her hair count? ?”
Jing Yingrong immediately replied: "It's up to you."
Lan Chucui opened her lips slightly and was speechless for a moment.
Jing Yingrong closed the brocade box and put the ring away.
The atmosphere in the venue was a bit quiet.
Huo Xiumao spoke up at the right time: "Junior Sister Jing, did you buy this Bazhen Cake at Qantengzhai in Tianqiu City?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Huo Xiumao smiled lightly and said, "I am familiar with his shopkeeper. If you go to buy it next time, let me know and I will give you a cheaper price."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay, thank you."
Only then did Lan Chucui notice Huo Xiumao's unfamiliar face.
When she saw the other party's token representing a direct disciple, her expression changed slightly, her eyes quickly passed across Huo Xiumao's smiling face, and then turned again, and the calm posture reflected in the mirror was reflected in her eyes.
She lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth secretly.
Zhao Jinxu said: "By the way, Senior Sister Jing, where did that tree outside your cave come from?"
Jing Yingrong: "I planted it."
Everyone was stunned.
Tang Zhile: "You grow up so fast?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Tang Zhile: "That's not an ordinary tree species, right?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Wu Yaochen looked at Jing Yingrong, smiled and said: "Although it is not ordinary, that tree doesn't look special. I guess, Senior Sister Jing doesn't want it to attract too much attention?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Wu Yaochen nodded and said, "In that case, I won't ask any more questions."
Shu Pinghui raised her eyebrows slightly: "Although I don't like you making the decision for us, but for the sake of consensus, I agreed."
Tang Zhile touched his nose and remained silent.
Zhao Jinxu spread his hands and said, "I just asked casually, because I remember that there were no trees there before, it was flat land... I only care about, Senior Sister Jing, have you found the person who arranged the formation for you?"
Jing Yingrong: "No need to look for it."
Zhao Jinxu: "Eh?"
Jing Yingrong: "No need to set up a formation."
Zhao Jinxu: "Ah?"
Yin Xueze knocked Zhao Jinxu on the head with his finger. Zhao Jinxu rubbed his head depressedly and looked at Yin Xueze aggrievedly. He didn't care about Jing Yingrong's answer.
Outside the cave.
A large leafy tree is rooted in the soil, and the roots exposed on the surface are like dragon knots. The trunk is straight and thick, and the crown is thick and broad, like a blue cloud, casting a shade.
There is nothing noteworthy about this large tree except that it is exceptionally prosperous.
In the small box that Huo Xiumao carried with him, the little turtle stretched out his head and shook it, muttering to himself: "Big deal... Qiongju Enclave, you will be blessed in the future."
