Group favorite Xiaojiao Bao: The whole family is a big villain

A scream suddenly came from the guest seat, and Ning Shuiyuan wanted to look over in a daze, but before he could raise his head, he felt his arm being twisted behind his back by someone. He felt pain in his knee socket, and his legs knelt forward uncontrollably. Her back seemed to be stepped on and her face was pressed to the ground. You could clearly see Zhou Juan's crying and frightened face. Because of this action, dust on the ground flew up and rushed into her nostrils.

In this chaos of war, Ning Shuiyuan felt as if all his emotions had been deprived of him. There was no sadness or joy. It was more like a kind of surrender after accepting his fate and being extremely desperate. He became the king and lost the bandits. Ning Shuiyuan was unwilling to lose, but he couldn't help but deny it. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a cyan figure in his peripheral vision, calm and detached, slowly walking through the crowd, calmly and leisurely.

There was a green bamboo embroidered on the hem of the clothes, and Ning Shuiyuan recognized it. It belonged to Hang Zongzhi.

The two are similar in age. Ning Shuiyuan is only three years older than Hang Zongzhi. Only he knows the hardships along the way. Therefore, he particularly looks down on Hang Zongzhi, who was immediately selected by the great master and rose to the top in one step. But only he knows it in his heart. He is actually jealous.

Who could not be jealous?

Life is such a mysterious thing that you can't see it, and others can't see it through. How is Hang Zongzhi's life better than him and other people's lives? Why can Hang Zongzhi get it so easily when others spend hundreds of times of effort and hardship to get it?

Ning Shuiyuan's face was stepped into the dust, but his eyes were wide open. He stared at the corner of his clothes and suddenly remembered Hang Zongzhi's expression when he was toasting just now.

Even in this lively environment, Hang Zongzhi remained calm and composed, as if he was not infected by the joy. The place where he was was a quiet place. Ning Shuiyuan used drunkenness to force Hang Zongzhi to drink the wine he proposed, and was fascinated. He said a lot of things in a daze. Which sentence did he end up talking about?

——"Ning is here to offer a toast to the young master on behalf of the second princess."

It seems that after saying these words, the little Imperial Master who was sitting like a wooden figure suddenly moved and raised the wine glass beside him...

Hang Zongzhi walked out of the house, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. He didn't like the smell very much. It was accompanied by sadness, anger and panic, which was not good anyway.

After a quick glance, I saw that the situation seemed to be well controlled. Ning Shuiyuan had been captured. Among them, the secrets from the Jin and Wei kingdoms and those from other countries lurking in Ning Mansion had also been cleared away. There was no need for him.

After thinking about it, Hang Zongzhi walked towards Dongyuan, where was the new house. After Ning Shuiyuan toasted, the place where he was supposed to go was very quiet, as if the excitement in the front yard could not reach here at all. But Hang Zongzhi could feel that there were people with high martial arts skills all around.

At the door, two red lanterns were hung high on the eaves with the word "happy" on them. Lily stood at the door. The house was brightly lit, perhaps to show the joy. Even the halo revealed a faint red color. Hang Zongzhi stood still and turned around. God came, just as he was hesitating to leave, Lily who was guarding the door discovered the existence of Hang Zongzhi and said in a surprised tone: "Little Imperial Master!"

Although Lily doesn't know the whole plan until now, the second princess said that if the person who comes is not Ning Shuiyuan, it means that what she wants to do is done.

Hang Zongzhi turned around, sighed softly, and walked over.

Lily quickly opened the door of the house and let Hang Zongzhi in without hesitation. She also closed the door. She was outside the house and Hang Zongzhi was inside.

Hang Zongzhi: "..." No...

The red candle on the table crackled. Hang Zongzhi came back to his senses and subconsciously looked at Su Jingyi sitting on the couch. How to explain this?

Although Su Jingyi still had a red hijab on her head, she had heard the conversation between the two outside the house just now. She seemed to feel the awkward atmosphere in the room and raised her hand to take off the red hijab. , looked up.

good night