The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 290 289: She seems to have known Jing Moyan

After inspecting the house all morning, Jing Yuanzhao found nothing but this conclusion, so he had no choice but to go to Yun Ranyue.

At that time, it was three poles high in the sun, and Nan Zhuohua had just woken up.

Yun Ranyue washed her up and carried her to the main hall for dinner.

At this time, Qing Yu came from outside the hall, "Master, Jing Yuanzhao is here."

Yun Ranyue kept feeding Nan Zhuohua's food, and said indifferently: "Let him wait outside."

Only Yun Ranyue dared to ask the prince of a country to wait outside the palace.

Qing Yu replied to Jing Yuanzhao, asking him to wait outside the hall for a while, while his master and princess were having dinner.

Jing Yuanzhao stood outside the hall, clenched his palms, and stared at the hall with a gloomy expression.

He was not even allowed to enter the gate of the palace, Yun Ranyue really didn't pay attention to him as the prince.

After waiting outside for a while, when Jing Yuanzhao was about to lose his composure, Yun Ranyue walked out of the hall slowly with Nan Zhuohua in his arms.

Yun Ranyue narrowed her eyes lightly: "His Royal Highness, wait a long time."

Jing Yuanzhao flicked his sleeves, and sneered: "Master Guoshi did keep me waiting for a long time."

Yun Ranyue turned a blind eye to his anger, and walked over without raising her eyelids.

Nan Zhuohua lay on Yunranyue's shoulder, seeing Jing Yuanzhao's angry look, she felt very good.

Jing Yuanzhao knew that he couldn't get into trouble with Yun Ranyue at this time, so he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and followed quickly, walking beside Yun Ranyue.

"Just now I went to Xie's mansion to check. Everyone in the mansion died by the sword. The murderer was a master of swords. Apart from this, I didn't find anything useful. It seems that this case The national teacher has to take action."

After Jing Yuanzhao finished talking about his discovery, he squinted at Yun Ranyue.

Yun Ranyue nodded, her usual desolate expression was indifferent.

Jing Yuanzhao couldn't see anything from his face, and turned to look at Nan Zhuohua in his arms, showing a kind smile that he thought was very kind.

Nan Zhuohua hurriedly looked coldly, buried in Yunranyue's arms and didn't want to look at him.

Jing Yuanzhao felt that Nan Zhuohua was very unfriendly to him every time they met.

Nan Zhuohua just doesn't like him anyway, he hates him in his bones.

The three arrived at Xie's mansion by car, and before they got close to the gate, they could smell the stench and the smell of blood coming from the mansion.

Nan Zhuohua covered his little nose with an ugly face, it smelled too bad.

Yun Ranyue covered her small face with wide sleeves to block the smell of nausea.

Jing Yuanzhao squinted at Yun Ranyue, "Don't Master Guoshi go in and look for clues?"

"Of course we have to go in and have a look."

Even if we know who did it, this show must continue.

Yun Ranyue asked Nan Zhuohua to stay by the carriage, and she and Jing Yuanzhao went in to have a look.

Nan Zhuohua sat on the carriage, shaking his calves boredly, and a carriage stopped in front of him.

On the carriage, Jing Moyan got off.

The breeze is clear and the moon is clear, the eyebrows and eyes are clear, and the appearance is still so gentle.

"Miss Jiu." He greeted with a smile.

Nan Zhuohua also nodded to him politely.

"Are you waiting for Master Guoshi?" Jing Moyan looked around, but there was no sign of Yun Ranyue, and then looked at the slightly opened door of Xie Mansion, presumably he was investigating the case inside.

Nan Zhuohua nodded, "What about you?"

Jing Moyan was holding a brocade box in his hand, and he gave her a nod, "I was shopping for a present on the street, and I happened to pass by here."

"Oh," Nan Zhuohua responded lightly, neither cold nor hot.

How she feels about Jing Moyan, I can't say, it's very strange, it's not that annoying feeling, maybe it's because he helped her last time when she worshiped her mother.

But there was also a sense of déjà vu about him.

It was as if I had known him a long, long time ago.

But she is obviously only five years old, how could it be so long, long ago?
Jing Moyan saw her drooping eyes and said nothing, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Children are pure in mind, which can be seen through at a glance, but Jing Moyan can't figure out Nan Zhuohua in front of him, he will never know what is going on in her little head at the next moment.

He handed the brocade box in his hand to Nan Zhuohua, and said softly: "I heard that Fifth Miss is getting married soon, and I asked Miss Nine to help give this gift to her. It can be regarded as my blessing to her."

Nan Zhuohua looked at the brocade box in front of him, but didn't pick it up, and looked up at him: "Why didn't you give it to her yourself?"

Jing Moyan chuckled, "It's inconvenient for me to see you off."

The last time Gu Qingyun came to him, the words she said made the relationship between the two of them delicate, and he was too embarrassed to disturb her again.

It's just a congratulatory gift, what's the inconvenience?
Nan Zhuohua rolled his eyes lightly, staring at Jing Moyan, his long eyelashes flickering, "Fifth Sister is going to marry Jing Yuanyi soon, but she doesn't want to marry him because Fifth Sister doesn't like him."

Jing Moyan looked at her without saying a word, waiting for her next words.

"Fifth sister said that she fell in love with someone who didn't like her," Nan Zhuohua slapped her eyes lightly, "Is that person you?"

The warm sun above his head dazzled Jing Moyan's eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded slightly.

Nan Zhuohua blinked lightly, "Why don't you like Fifth Sister?"

For a woman as stunning and talented as Fifth Sister, there should be no man who would reject her.

Jing Moyan stared at her translucent almond eyes, "Because I also have someone I like."

He looked at her, as if he wasn't looking at her.

Nan Zhuohua's eyes were lightly dazed, and he asked, "Is it Feng Yao?"

Because every time the two of them met, he always looked at her absent-mindedly.

I remember when we were at Lingyin Temple, Jing Moyan said that she looked very similar to an old friend of his. At that time, Nan Zhuohua didn't know who the "old friend" he was talking about was.

Now she knew it was Feng Yao.

Jing Moyan smiled and said nothing, maybe he felt that he shouldn't talk about this with a child.

He put the brocade box in his hand beside the carriage where Nan Zhuohua was sitting, and said only one sentence: "Please trouble Miss Jiu."

Then Jing Moyan turned around, got into the carriage and left.

Yun Ranyue just came out of Xie's mansion, looked at the carriage that was just leaving, the breeze gently lifted the curtains of the carriage, he saw Jing Moyan's side face, his eyes were slightly dark.

"Yueya," Nan Zhuohua immediately rejoiced when he saw Yun Ranyue. She stood on the carriage and reached out to hug her.

"Because the teacher's body is dirty, don't hug it first."

Yun Ranyue didn't hug her, he just came out of the pile of dead people, he was afraid of getting dirty on his body.

"The crescent moon is not dirty," Nan Zhuohua didn't care so much, he stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Yun Ranyue's neck, hanging his whole body on him.

Yun Ranyue chuckled helplessly, so she had no choice but to hold her in her arms.

Even though he just came out of the filthy place, he didn't smell any blood on his body, and the faint and cold fragrance still smells so good.

Jing Yuanzhao who followed from behind felt a little dazzling when he saw this scene.

"The relationship between Master Guoshi and his apprentice is really good."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, whether it was ridicule or envy.

Yun Ranyue lightly rubbed the top of Nan Zhuohua's head, and returned to Jing Yuanzhao indifferently: "Everyone in Dajin knows that I have always spoiled my disciples, so the crown prince only knows now?"

Jing Yuanzhao was at a loss for words, and his smile froze a bit.

(End of this chapter)