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However, he was not surprised, and even the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

There was a hint of mischief in the look he gave his master.

How do you feel now, Master?

Volume 1: Chapter 22: You traitor...

Women's jealousy always causes a lot of unnecessary disasters. An Jing has experienced this deeply over the years.

Sometimes, there is really no way out. One can only question the slow-witted male protagonist, understand the slow-witted male protagonist, and finally become the slow-witted male protagonist.

However, the silver lining in this unfortunate situation is that although this master and disciple pair have a inherited jealousy, they do not pass on good things or bad things. It can only be said that their emotional intelligence and EQ are still normal, and they will tacitly control those emotions that they think An Jing will not notice, and perhaps they themselves are not willing to admit, within the scope of what can only be regarded as nonsense.

Once they accidentally go beyond this range, like the angry quarrels and dissatisfaction they had before, the two of them will be much calmer afterwards, and they will be able to deal with many things that they cannot tolerate on a normal day in silence.

For example, now, Jing Liu, who probably saw the whole process, walked in. He controlled his expression subtly and tried to be as natural as possible, without revealing the slightest dissatisfaction or gloominess.

But that’s what’s unnatural.

When she saw these things on a normal day, her eyebrows would probably be raised to the sky.

"Returning with a great victory~"

If Jingliu didn't say anything, An Jing naturally wouldn't mention it. The young man smiled and spoke, building a step.

The girl shook her head and said nothing. She just walked to the sofa at the back, sat down gently, and took a deep breath.

In front of her, there were three small porcelain cups placed in different positions and in a chaotic order, none of them contained tea.

Those were the teacups that the three of them had used to chat before Jingliu and Jingyuan came on stage.

From Kagami Ryu's perspective, the one in the middle is his, the one on the left is Jing Yuan's, and the one on the far right is her own.

The girl placed three porcelain cups in front of her, connected them with a line, picked up the teapot, and gently poured the already warm tea into them.

Then she picked up the porcelain cup that seemed to be the one An Jing originally used, took a sip, then raised her eyes and spoke.

"When are you leaving?"

"..."

An Jing rubbed his chin.

What do you mean, is this going to be a second fight?

Alas, women’s jealousy and competitive nature.

Once this momentum comes up, not to mention emotional intelligence, even IQ will drop to the bottom.

He turned his head and glanced at the girl next to him.

Jing Yuan's expression was calm, and he even seemed to want to laugh.

Indeed, An Jing also wanted to laugh now, and wanted to point at Jing Liu's nose and laugh.

In fact, just now when Jingliu hadn't come back yet, the two of them were sitting there chatting. When they finished drinking tea, Jingyuan suddenly said that his teacup was deformed. He took it and looked at it out of curiosity. His teacup was also taken away by Jingyuan to observe. After that, the game started. Anyway, he was not going to drink it, so he didn't return it and just put it in front of him.

In other words, the teacup that Jingliu is using now actually belongs to Jingyuan.

The boy wanted to know if Jingliu could instantly rise from white to red if he knew this fact, but his concern for Jingyuan made him give up this idea.

But as that thought faded, another one came to mind.

Jingyuan, is this within your expectations?

This idea seemed a bit creepy. Considering that Jing Yuan was actually a bit like Bai Heng in terms of carelessness, and was probably influenced by himself in some way, he subconsciously wanted to reject this guess.

But according to his experience, the first answer that comes to mind and is rejected as impossible is often very likely to be correct, so the boy kept it and recalled and speculated about Jing Yuan in his memory with the greatest malice in his mind.

The most brain-intensive process I've had in decades.

Squint your eyes.

An Jing found that he might have to take another look at his niece who had been hiding her talents.

Although he had heard that she performed very well on the battlefield and was even favored by General Teng Xiao, seeing is believing. The girl who used to act coquettishly with him with a bitter face had now secretly walked away for a long distance while he was in a trance.

I couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth, and a sense of relief rose in my heart.

He once joked that Jingyuan was his and Jingliu's common apprentice, and now it seems to be true.

Although I didn't teach her, this little guy was able to steal everything.

"How many days will the ceremony last?"

He suddenly spoke again.

Although those thoughts were numerous and complicated, they were only a moment in his mind. The boy looked at Jingliu and answered the question with a question.

"Four days."

"So long."

An Jing was worried.

It's boring to sit here. One day is fine, but if I have to sit here for four days...

"I won't be here the next two days. Let Jingyuan come and accompany you."

"what?"

The first person to speak was not Jingliu, but Jingyuan, who looked surprised and reluctant.

OK.

An Jing knew that it was half done.

The girl's face darkened.

"You traitor..."

If Jingliu might normally focus on the fact that he didn't come, then now that he was interacting with Jingyuan, most of his attention was focused on the latter, giving the young man an easier time to fish in troubled waters.

At this time, he glanced at the girl beside him again, warning her not to ruin his good deeds. The incident ended with Jing Yuan, who knew he was in the wrong, being defeated.

Volume 1: Chapter 23: Baby, you are a very cute Hakimi????

【to whom It May Concern:

My dear, I haven't heard from you for a long time. How are you these days? Do you miss me?

I guess not, but it doesn’t matter, it’s enough that I think of you.

In the past few years, my family members have been urging me to find a partner as soon as possible. It's really a headache for them. I don't understand why they are in such a hurry when I'm only this old.

Has your benefactor ever been urged like this?

Okay, okay, I'm meddling too much.

I heard that the Yunqi Ceremony, which had been postponed for some unknown reason, will be resumed soon. I guess I will have to call you Jingliu Swordsman in the future. My benefactor, please congratulate me when you see this letter. As for the gift, I will give it to you when we meet next time!

Speaking of meeting, my benefactor is really heartless. I had a sudden idea and wanted to see if he would contact me if I didn't take the initiative to find him. I didn't expect that he would be so heartless. Not to mention coming to find me, he was even unwilling to write a letter. It's so sad!

Would my benefactor secretly go on a trip without me during this period? Does he feel free and easy without me?

Ahhh, that's too much! I don't care, next time you say anything, you have to include me! I'm just a sticky candy, it's useless to blame you!

Remember to write back quickly, okay? You must write it, okay? Remember to mail it, okay? Don’t pretend you didn’t receive it, okay? Include the time and place you’ll be going out next time in the letter, okay? Don’t leave me alone, okay?

——Love you Bai Heng】

Head down, old man, cell phone.

An Jing folded the papers, stuffed them back into the envelope, supported himself on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, and sighed.

"Sister Bai Heng's?"

Jingyuan sat aside, supporting his chin, and looked over curiously.

"Haha."

The young man answered the question irrelevantly and spoke slowly about something that Jing Yuan could not quite understand.

"The look on your face...she can't possibly confess her feelings to you in the letter."

Jingyuan muttered.

An Jing glanced at her and said nothing.

"......ah?"

Jing Yuan parted her lips slightly, opened her mouth, her eyes filled with shock. She held onto the handrail, leaned over to the boy, and asked nervously.

"You, you, you, what do you think?"

"--hiss!"

The sound of pain was accompanied by a familiar knock.

"Children, don't interfere in adults' affairs."

Jingyuan covered his head, then put his head back again, eyes wide open, biting his teeth tightly.

"So what are you thinking? I think it's better not to agree. If you...get together with Sister Bai Heng, what will happen to my master? You can't be so cruel as to abandon us, master and disciple!"

"Stop, stop, stop. Calm down. It has nothing to do with what you said."

"It doesn't matter?"

Jingyuan repeated.

"It has nothing to do with this, why do you have that expression... Wait, don't try to fool me, this is a matter of life and death! If you really want to go with Sister Bai Heng, you must take me with you!"

"Xiaoxi, you are really a third of what I was like back then, baby."

"Don't interrupt!"

"Baby, you are a very cute Hakimi."

"So what's going on?!"

An Jing closed his eyes, gently tilted his head back, raised his left hand, stretched out his index finger, inserted it into the finger-width gap between him and the girl's forehead, and tapped the girl's head to push her back.

"What will happen if I bring you along with your master?"

"Are you really going to go with her?! Although Sister Bai Heng is beautiful, has big breasts, a good personality, is kind, has a rich family, and is obsessed with you, but - uh..."

Jing Yuan suddenly fell into deep thought.

"Master seems to be able to defeat Sister Bai Heng only in terms of martial arts, but is this really an advantage in the fight for a spouse..."

The girl's face was filled with unconcealable worry, like a military advisor who had predicted that her army would be defeated and was already preparing to find another way out.

An Jing burst out laughing.

"What a love-brained person you are."

"Uncle-master of the groove!"

Jing Yuan was very dissatisfied with the young man's carefree appearance.

"Um?!"

The boy's eyes narrowed and he reached out to pinch Jing Yuan's cheek, which still had some baby fat.

"Children are not allowed to swear, okay?!"

"Who said that the painting was so good..."

Jingyuan struggled to his feet, mumbling something incoherent.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. I just asked me when we can go traveling together again."

An Jing let go of her and patted his clothes with his hands.

"Not lying?"