"Taichuyuan, saint, bah, bah, no saint, it's Master Jiang, should I be called Master Jiang?"
At night, in the house, Jing Yue wrote these words on the paper.
He was gathering his thoughts.
If increasing longevity is a hurdle that he cannot avoid in his life, then he now has two lines, one is to deceive the girl's feelings, and the other is to steal skills from Master Jiang.
As an adult, he naturally wants it all, "grasp it with both hands, and be hard with both hands."
To be honest, Jing Yue was looking forward to going to Taichu Academy to study arts.
This reminded him of his college life in his previous life. To be honest, it was a rare time in his life that was not so hard and happy.
He remembered sitting at the intersection and seeing many beautiful seniors and girls. Although he didn't catch any of them in the end, he missed that feeling very much.
That feeling of intense hormone secretion and full of vitality.
...
Before Jing Yue left for Taichu Courtyard, the third young master of the Shen family burst into tears.
"Brother Jing is gone like this, how can I live?"
Chen Yun's wife and even the child who had not yet learned to crawl tried to comfort him, but it was useless.
The third young master's sadness came from the inside out and was uncontrollable.
Jing Yue didn't know how to comfort him for a moment, because he had never thought that he could have such a high status in a man's heart.
It's as if he will do it until death, or as if he has passed away.
In the end, Mrs. Shen rushed over and started persuading her son.
"Do you know how far away Taichuyuan is from here?"
Shen Yun looked sad and said, "I don't know."
Mrs. Shen said with a sullen look on her face: "It's four hundred miles away. You hire a fast horse, or it will take you a day and a night. Why are you crying here?"
The third young master stopped feeling sad and asked doubtfully: "So it's so close?"
"Besides, your brother Jing went to Taichu Academy to study, which is a great thing. Why, is there a future for you to guard that three-acre land with you?" Mrs. Shen continued to scold.
The third young master, Shen Yun, was unconvinced and said, "I finally got a brother. Now that Brother Jing is gone, I will be alone again. Can't I feel a little uncomfortable?"
At this time, Jing Yue coughed, walked in, and said, "Ayun, my aunt said, this is only a few hundred miles away, and I will come back often. No matter how nice it is outside, why not be here?"
Shen Yun felt much happier and said, "Really? Don't lie to me."
Jing Yue couldn't help but said, "I lied to you. The smell of Golden Lotus Roasted Chicken and Ximen Shaobing is tempting me. I probably won't be able to hold on there for long."
Shen Yun suddenly became energetic and said: "Brother Jing, let's go! You are leaving soon. We are going to have a good meal today and take you to listen to music by the way."
After noticing that his mother was staring at him with an unkind look, Shen Yun hesitated and said, "Don't worry, the singer must be wearing clothes. I won't listen to those who are not wearing clothes."
With that said, he took Jing Yue and slipped away.
Mrs. Shen stood there, dumbfounded for a moment.
Although she said so much about Shen Yun just now, she was actually quite reluctant to let go of Jing Yue.
During this time, the relationship between Jing Yue and his family became deeper and deeper. Shen Yun regarded Jing Yue as a brother, and she regarded Jing Yue as a son.
Now that her "son" has to go out to study and can no longer hang around her every day, she is lying if she says she is not sad at all.
Mrs. Shen looked at the quiet room, her heart was nagging for a moment, and she couldn't help but sigh.
But at the same time, she was also quite happy for Jing Yue. After all, the Shen Mansion was not the place where Jing Yue always stayed.
People like Jing Yue should have been in the spiritual world, instead of living in this small Bianzhou city, in her small Shen mansion, and being an ordinary businessman.
...
The majestic palace, covered with rain and mist, looks like a fairyland.
Before leaving for Taichu Courtyard, Jing Yue came to have sex with the eldest daughter Mu Qingqian as usual, and found that the environment had changed a lot compared to before.
What catches the eye are men and women wearing white robes, green shirts or flowing skirts, and the air is filled with bursts of fragrance.
"You're here!" Mu Qingqian said happily.
Jing Yue held a porcelain bowl filled with jade soup in his hand and asked doubtfully, "Where is this place?"
The eldest lady replied: "I told you last time that I want to come to Zangyu Palace to learn skills. This is Zangyu Palace."
For the eldest lady, he is quite uncomfortable here.
Because there are too many strangers here.
After all, for a long time, she only had one sheep to accompany her.
Jing Yue is quite adaptable to this environment.
He looked at the handsome men and beauties around him, then looked at the things in his hands, and said, "This is eating."
"Um."
This should be the dining hall of the Cangyu Palace. Now there are groups of men and women, brothers and sisters, eating.
"I don't like so many people..."
Before Mu Qingqian finished speaking, Jing Yue manipulated her body to sit down.
Across the table, there were several young women talking and laughing.
These women were obviously older than Mu Qingqian and seemed to have good personalities. After seeing Mu Qingqian being manipulated by Jing Yue, they took the initiative to say hello.
"You are the new junior sister, you are so beautiful."
...
It can be seen that Jing Yue's skill of "chatting with women" should have reached the "proficient" level now. When he met several senior sisters for the first time, both parties were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
After finishing the meal, Jing Yue couldn't help but ask the eldest lady - "Where should we go now?"
Mu Qingqian whispered: "Let's go back to our residence first. There will be schoolwork in another hour."
"good."
Following the instructions, Jing Yue went to Mu Qingqian's residence.
Along the way, there are peach blossom streams and moss entering the curtains, which makes it especially quiet. The palace built on the mountain is elegant yet grand. With the hazy mist, it really looks like a fairy mountain palace.
While walking on the road, Jing Yue felt something was wrong and asked doubtfully, "Are you in a bad mood today?"
Mu Qingqian quickly denied: "No."
"You talk a lot less today than before." Jing Yue thought.
"No, I'm just a little thirsty and don't want to talk." Mu Qingqian replied softly.
"Well, I seem a little thirsty."
After that, Jing Yue and Mu Qingqian fell into silence at the same time.
As they approached the small courtyard, Mu Qingqian suddenly said, "Do you like girls like Senior Sister Qin?"
"What senior sister?" Jing Yue asked confused.
"Senior Sister Qin, the one sitting opposite you."
Audible to the naked ear, Mu Qingqian's voice already contained a hint of grievance.
Yes, just now Jing Yue was sitting there, talking and laughing with several senior sisters, especially Senior Sister Qin, whom she had the best conversation with, which made her feel sour.
She felt that Jing Yue must be interested in Senior Sister Qin, so he took the initiative to sit there and talk to her.
Only then did Jing Yue understand why the eldest lady was unhappy today. He couldn't help but want to tease her and said, "Are you talking about the senior sister with plump and rosy lips?"
"Yeah." Mu Qingqian said in a sour voice.
It turned out to be true, and he had been thinking about his senior sister's red lips.
The more Mu Qingqian thought about it, the sadder she became, and there was even a fear of losing her. If her body wasn't controlled by Jing Yue now, her eyes would have turned red.
At this time, Jing Yue said, "You're not jealous, are you?"
