The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

Feng Ximing blushed only for a moment, she slightly distanced herself from Mo Qinglan, and honestly flipped through the taboo book "worth one spirit stone" without squinting.

Xu got Mo Qinglan's guarantee in advance, but it was rare for Feng Ximing to read the book patiently for a long time, and even while reading the book, there would be a weird expression on his face.

"Why is Feng Ximing's expression so strange?" Han Jing turned his head and asked Chi Ling beside him, as if he was confused by the Erzhang monk.

"This book contains the history of the relationship between the current empress dowager of Xisheng Kingdom. It is so specific that... even the things she did with others are clearly recorded." Chi Ling shyly leaned into Han Jing's ear Explaining in a low voice, even she couldn't help blushing as she talked, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, like a spring water, dark waves.

"Hmm..." Immediately, Han Jing's cheeks were as red as a fire. On the one hand, she understood the meaning of Chi Ling's words, and she thought of the ecstasy of last night; Because when Chi Ling spoke in her ear, the warm air accidentally brushed over Han Jing's sensitive parts, causing her body to react shamefully, and she snorted softly.

As soon as Han Jing thought that there were two other people around, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands in shame and shock, to prevent the shameful voice from leaking out, and she wished she could find a hole to bury herself immediately.

"Don't cover your mouth, isn't this kind of thing a long time ago?" Mo Qinglan said nonchalantly, but her eyes never left Feng Ximing, who had been reading seriously until she felt like she was in a no-man's land.

"...Say it as if you've already experienced hundreds of battles." Although Han Jing was also very shy, she still wanted to speak quickly.

"Perhaps, you can ask Sister Ling'er this question." Mo Qinglan let go of Han Jing's wrist and raised her eyebrows indifferently.

"..." Did I accidentally know some secret? !Han Jing opened her mouth wide in surprise, and looked up and down in admiration at Mo Qinglan who said this sentence in a serious manner.

Chi Ling seemed to have seen Han Jing's inner drama, and added affirmatively, "Well... it also said that Sister Feng once cried and begged Sister Mo to take her."

Something flashed through Han Jing's mind, and before she could react, she was shocked by what Chi Ling said.

A flirtatious person like Feng Ximing would cry and beg Mo Qinglan to take her body? ! "...This world must be crazy, Feng Ximing is actually below, it's against CP." Han Jing closed her eyes in disbelief.

"What reverse cp?" Although Chi Ling was used to Han Jing popping up some unheard of novel words from time to time, seeing Han Jing's deeply shocked appearance, she still couldn't help asking a clever question.

Han Jing carefully organized the language in his mind, and then solemnly cited his own experience and patiently explained to Chi Ling, "...Ni cp, it's like between me and you. We usually do that together When things happen, I'm usually on top and you are on the bottom. But last night was different, it was replaced by you on top and me on the bottom..."

"...shut up quickly." Chi Ling was busy, ashamed and annoyed when she heard that Han Jing was talking about what happened to Mo Qinglan and Feng Ximing in front of Mo Qinglan and Feng Ximing. She interrupted her explanation loudly, and still looked at Mo Qinglan and Feng Ximing with a guilty conscience.

Feng Ximing focused all her attention on the book, apparently not listening to what they were talking about, while Mo Qinglan looked at the two of them meaningfully with an ambiguous smile.

Knowing that Chi Ling was shy, Han Jing hugged her arm tightly, stared at her face expectantly, changed the subject on purpose, and called her coquettishly, "Ling'er, my good Ling'er, why don't you give it to me?" Let me tell you what happened to them."

Chi Ling's face, which had just cooled down a bit, turned red again because of Han Jing's approaching, and the bright red looked very attractive.

Chi Ling struggled to grab her arm, but Han Jing hugged her tightly. She couldn't get it out, so she could only sigh in embarrassment, "You'd better ask Sister Mo for advice on this kind of thing. .”

"Sister Mo..." Han Jing turned her head away, flirting with Mo Qinglan in a pitiful tone.

"If I remember correctly, it was on the eve of our duel with the demons. She wanted to keep me so that I could change my decision to fight."

"It's a pity that you, an elm-headed man, don't know how to be sympathetic and sympathetic to jade in matters of love and love. Instead, I fainted abruptly. I woke up after being in a coma for a long time. I searched for you in the sect, and finally got the news But you are dead."

Feng Ximing had already closed the book at some point, and was staring at Mo Qinglan with red eye circles, and tears seemed to fall from her watery eyes in a second.

"...I was careless at the time, so I was attacked and killed by the demons." Mo Qinglan glanced at Feng Ximing lacking in confidence. When she seldom felt guilty, she could only act as if she had made a mistake at this moment. Like the children who actively admit mistakes.

"Okay, now is not the time to settle accounts with you, we should also meet the owner of this book. Perhaps, I still need to thank that person." Feng Ximing said helplessly, feeling unwilling .

"Who are we going to meet?" Han Jing asked in confusion.

Feng Ximing stroked the title page of the book with her right hand, and almost at the same time her palm left, a line of words appeared on the originally blank title page, "Yan Qing has something to discuss, so I visited the mansion to discuss it."

In the hall, a beautiful woman who looked like a fairy was drinking tea leisurely, and sitting on the right was Wen Renzheng, the empress dowager who had a relationship with Han Jing and the others in the Xisheng Palace.

"Teacher, it's so late, will they still come?" Wen Renzheng, as the prince of a country, should have a little bit of tolerance, but after all, he is only a young man, and he is somewhat impatient.

In particular, this matter also involves her own future, and there is no room for any surprises.

"Zheng'er, don't worry, they are already here." The Qingli woman put down the cup in her hand, suddenly got up and walked out without haste.

Wen Renzheng lowered his eyes, changed the anxious look on his face, and returned to his usual humility, followed the woman into the courtyard.

"Qing has been waiting here for a long time." Yan Qing smiled slightly, blowing through the hearts of everyone present like a warm spring breeze, making it impossible to blame her.

Mo Qinglan looked at Yan Qing, who had hardly changed from before, and thought of Feng Ximing, who was a little girl in the past, but now she has transformed into a mature woman, and has been by her side forever, and suddenly felt A sense of right and wrong.

Yan Qing's gentle eyes paused for a long time as they passed over Mo Qinglan's face, and it took a while for her to come to her senses. She moved her lips, and said with reminiscence and joy, "Qinglan, welcome back."

Suppressing the absurd thoughts in her heart, Mo Qinglan smiled back, "Ah Qing, long time no see."

"Since we are meeting old friends, why not go to the lobby and have a good chat. Besides, I have something important to discuss with you, please." Yan Qing stepped aside to get out of the way, and stretched out his hand as an invitation.

Mo Qinglan nodded, agreeing, and the other three had no objections.

And Feng Ximing has been depressed ever since she stepped into the Yan Mansion, let alone said a word.Even when they greeted each other with Yan Qing, they just nodded slightly.

Such an abnormal behavior is very clear in the eyes of a few acquaintances, and she is probably jealous at the moment.

Han Jing and Chi Ling could only be silent about this, silently looked at Mo Qinglan, who was walking in front, talking and laughing with Yan Qing, and Feng Ximing, who was behind with an ugly face, and chose to remain silent by coincidence.

Some things, especially emotional matters, are not something outsiders like them can talk about at will.

After entering the hall, Han Jing and Chi Ling naturally sat together. Wen Renzheng did not return to her original seat - Yan Qing's right hand side, but chose the first seat on the right side of the hall.

Wen Renzheng's obvious attitude made it clear that he wanted Mo Qinglan to sit on the vacant seat on Yan Qing's right.

Feng Ximing didn't even bother to point out Wen Renzheng's little thought, she just found an empty seat and sat down, which happened to be far away from Yan Qing, so she happened to be out of sight and out of mind.

It's none of Feng Ximing's business for Mo Qinglan to catch up with her first love, but why can't she help but feel sad whenever she thinks of the way she talked and laughed with that person along the way?

You can't cry, Feng Ximing, you are not allowed to cry, but you can't let others see your own jokes for nothing.

There was a soft sound from the seat next to her, Feng Ximing was still immersed in self-pity and sadness, and didn't notice all this.

It wasn't until a warm palm stretched out silently, gently covering her tightly clenched fists, that Feng Ximing opened her watery eyes as if she had just woken up from a dream, and looked at her eyes without focus. look up.

With tears in her eyes, Feng Ximing couldn't see that person's expression clearly, only those gentle water-like eyes were staring at her deeply, and the soft palms stubbornly passed on the temperature to Feng Ximing, slowly warming her heart. Heart.

Sure enough, no matter how the years change, the vicissitudes of life, she is still the little apprentice who loves to cry in his memory.

Thinking of this, Mo Qinglan, who was full of pity, smiled, and took back the palm that was originally covering Feng Ximing's fist without caring about the other people present.

Mo Qinglan took advantage of Feng Ximing looking at her in astonishment, and instead supported Feng Ximing's chin with one hand, so that her face was facing him.

A pair of tearful eyes inevitably fell into Mo Qinglan's eyes, she sighed in her heart, did she really misunderstand?

Without extra words, Mo Qinglan just raised her index finger and gently wiped away the tears overflowing from Feng Ximing's eyes.

Afterwards, he stared into Feng Ximing's eyes without blinking, and said solemnly, "Fool, I am with you."

Where are you, I will be there.