Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

They all smiled and greeted themselves——

"Lancai, did you go out to buy something for Master Chunshui again?"

"Huancai, are you in a hurry today?"

"Lancai, there are many interesting gadgets in Xifang City, you can go there and have a look."

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Song Jing responded with a dry smile one by one, but walked towards the mountain gate without stopping.

Time is running out, Song Jing feels that his appearance is beginning to recover, but fortunately, there are only a few steps away from the mountain gate.

Don't worry.

Song Jing exhaled lightly, her face slowed down as usual, and she walked towards the mountain gate calmly.

The mountain gate is carved from huge rocks, majestic and majestic.A lot of disciples gathered below, neatly lined up, they are the disciples who routinely guard the mountain gate.

This is the last hurdle, Song Jing understands that nothing can go wrong.Although theoretically his trip is foolproof and the preparations are excellent, but there is no absolute foolproof, sometimes, a small coincidence will spoil the whole event.

Song Jing made herself smile softly, and walked slowly towards the disciples at the mountain gate.

"Sister Lancai, are you going out again today?" A little radish-head wearing a small blue exercise uniform raised his head and asked enthusiastically.

Song Jing's eyes drifted to him, she really didn't like children.He held back his twisted lips, smiled, and let out a low "huh".

Little Luobotou was considered sensible, and retreated after saying hello, watching Song Jing walk slowly by with adoring eyes.

As if he was in a military parade, Song Jing really wanted to touch his forehead, how did the basketball team buy the hearts of these guys?He thought about the next few days, when these people heard the news of Lancai's death, they would probably cry miserably, especially this kid, who was the easiest to cry.He felt a little envious in his heart, wondering how many people would cry for him when he died?

Thinking leisurely in her heart, Song Jing walked through the mountain gate.

Very good, then find a remote trail and spend a little more time going down the mountain.Even if he will be caught back to Tantai's house in the end, at least let himself stay outside for a few more days before being caught.

Song Jing lifted her feet and walked forward, first to a place where no one was there, and wait for the effect of the transfiguration.He looked down at the turbulent waves in his chest, and rolled his eyes helplessly. It was obviously his own body, but he didn't even dare to touch him, it was very awkward.

However, at this moment, a surprised voice sounded in front of him: "Sister Lancai?"

Song Jing immediately looked forward warily, the maid who just came back from the mountain looked at him incredulously, her eyes flickering.

The maid in the backyard?Do you know that basketball is dead?

A gleam of coldness flashed in Song Jing's eyes, and he quickly scanned the surrounding terrain, quickly calculating the escape method in his mind, and now, he couldn't leave quietly and safely.

Song Jing tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the disciples under the mountain gate from the corner of his eye. They didn't seem to notice this side, so, can they quickly silence and then leave?

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39 False Alarm Down the Mountain

更新时间2010-4-2323:06:35字数：3223

Song Jing weighed it in her heart, but suddenly noticed that the maid in front looked at his face with a strange look. The previous panic and surprise disappeared in a flash, and she smiled at him with a normal look: "Sister Lan Cai , are you going out again?"

While speaking, the disciples under the mountain gate also noticed this place, and the little radish shouted at the woman happily: "Ha, sister Xinghua, why are you back so soon?"

I can't move my hands.Song Jing knew that the best time to make a move had passed, but the woman in front of her didn't seem to want to report and expose herself.

"Well, I forgot to take the purchased storage bag that was configured." Xinghua walked slowly towards Song Jing, waved to the little ghost, caught a glimpse of Song Jing's unstable face, and then a gentle and beautiful basket Sister Cai's face turned into that of a pale and haggard young man for a while, it must be some kind of spell, and this spell is about to fail.

Sister Lan Cai died, she knew it in the morning.This young man is the young master Xiao Qingli who lives reclusively in the backyard, right?

With this appearance, one would know that he fled privately.Xinghua couldn't figure out why a good young master had to leave like a thief.

but--

She could only hesitate for a few seconds, Master Xiao Qingli must have done something bad, then if the Patriarch catches her...

Xinghua pursed his lips calmly, and when he was not far away from Song Jing, his lips moved slightly, and an extremely weak voice came: "The spell has failed. There are people in the north and south of the east, and it is best to go from the west."

She didn't look sideways, as if she hadn't said the previous sentence, she walked past Song Jing quietly stepping on the snow.

"Why?" Song Jing didn't understand why this maid was not worried that Tantai Qingyan would find out and punish her, but wanted to help him.Could it be that Tantai Qingyan offended everyone, and even the maids would follow him against him?

Xinghua, who had already passed by, paused for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "I am the maid you caught this morning."

Her eyes were calm and calm, and she walked without stopping. The last faint voice came: "Sister Lancai's body, thank you for your help."

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, and vaguely remembered the panic-stricken maid who stood in front of Xia Yu and herself and told about Lancai in a low voice. It turned out that her name was Xinghua, and she looked like this.

He suddenly smiled in relief, this is fate, she said "thank you" in the morning, so what about the current self?

Song Jing didn't look back, he knew that his current appearance must have returned to his original appearance, and he couldn't be seen by the group of Tantai family disciples behind him.Stepping forward, Song Jing's thin lips moved slightly, but no sound came out, but the shape of the lips clearly said - "Thank you."

After walking far enough, after being out of everyone's sight, Song Jing barely used the air defense technique, and her body suddenly became much lighter.He left the path that descended the mountain and turned to the left.On the snow behind him, the footprints suddenly disappeared not far away, and there was no trace after that.

With his current appearance, he had to avoid the people from the Tantai family.Not everyone is like Xinghua, who will help him hide.

Go around in a circle, and then go down the mountain road to the west.

Song Jing took a deep breath, the air was thin and cool, which lifted the tired spirit a little.

He apologized slightly in his heart, to Xia Yu and Gui Die.But he walked without hesitation.You can't regret what you have decided, at most, after you are caught, you can say sorry, sincerely.

At this time, Xia Yu estimated the time, thinking that Song Jing and Hongli should have settled down, so she stopped wandering back and forth on the snow and returned to the house.When I opened the door, it was deserted, as if there was no trace of popularity, and the weak person on the bed was gone, as if his departure took away the warmth of the whole room.

"Xiao Jing." He yelled, searching back and forth in several rooms, his face flustered, where could Xiao Jing go with such a weak body?

Could it be that he went to see Tantai Chunshui?

Xia Yu stopped running outside, there was that person at Chunshui.He said he didn't want Song Jing to look for Chunshui.

Xia Yu bit her lip, made up her mind, clenched her slightly trembling hands, and rushed into the vast snow field, towards Tantai Chunshui's residence.

The long golden hair disappeared further and further away in the dazzling and bright snow, like the warm sunshine.

Song Jing regained her spiritual power, walked and stopped, from the west of the mountain down, from the bright white sky to the dark sky, the wind on the mountain became colder and stronger.He gathered the hem of the women's dress that was blowing in the wind, and pulled the slightly open placket on his shoulders.

Uesugi, who could have put down the magnificent chest like a basket, was now empty against Song Jing's flat and thin chest. The cool wind came in, and it was cold, and a thin layer of goose bumps appeared on the delicate skin.

He sighed softly, he had seen the town at the foot of the mountain from a distance before, but after walking for nearly an hour, he finally reached the foot of the mountain.

The falling mountain wind was whistling in my ears, this time the departure went smoothly and unexpectedly, it was already almost weird, and it made people even more suspicious.

But after careful consideration, it seems that all the success is due to Hongli's meticulous preparation for four years, and Xinghua's selfless help before.

Although he has successfully left now, there are still small waves in the process.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a... trap.

Song Jing rubbed the bridge of his nose, so what about the trap, he would be caught in the end.He raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly. He wanted to take a good look at this world, which belonged to the world of mortals.

Taking out a silver dollar, Song Jing held it upside down in her hand, not knowing what was going on with it, so don't be slaughtered as a winner.He looked down at the dress on his body again, intending to use this image to enter the town below the mountain.

The hair accessory on that end, I really couldn't deal with it for a while.Shaking his head slightly, the accessories jingled, he shrugged his shoulders, slowed down his pace, walked very dignifiedly, and gradually approached the city gate.

Song Jing's small face is pale, her phoenix eyes are slender and tasteful, and the face line of a 14-year-old boy is soft and beautiful, and her thin lips are slightly lighter in color, but the shape is very beautiful. People feel that the little girl's eyes are cold and indifferent, and she is not easy to approach.

Just when he was about to enter the city gate, Song Jing tore off the hem of the dress that had grown a lot, and burned the clothes to ashes with a fire spell, and sprinkled them on the snow-melted road that was stepped on by the passing crowd, and the ashes melted into the wet ground. slate