The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

401 Chapter 400: Sandalwood Spirit Fruit in Jing Zhaomu's Hand
At Haishi, Nan Zhuohua was already asleep, and Yun Ranyue sat at the desk and meditated.

Qingyu came in quickly from outside the hall: "Master, the sandalwood fruit has been found."

Yun Ranyue's face was stagnant, and her eyes were slightly raised: "Where is it?"

"It's in Jing Zhaomu's hands."

Jing Zhaomu.
Yun Ranyue frowned in thought.

Qingyu found out that a hundred years ago, the Yaori family was destroyed, and the sandalwood fruit fell into the hands of an old monk. This old monk was Master Huiren, the third abbot of Zhenguo Temple. Stay in Zhenguo Temple and pass it on.

Later, Jing Chaomu joined Master Jia Ruo's school, and the sandalwood spirit fruit was passed on to her.

Yun Ranyue pressed the center of her eyebrows, waved her hand, and asked Qing Yu to back down.

The next day, Nan Zhuohua slept until noon, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Bixi's little face lying beside her bed.

Nan Zhuohua half-closed his eyes, and his milk voice was slightly hoarse: "Did you give Jiaojiao a purse?"

Bi Xi nodded: "Send it."

"He took it?"

"Take it, but throw it away again."

"." Nan Zhuohua was speechless.

Bixi snorted: "It's okay, I will embroider some more and give them to him. If he throws them away again, I will keep sending them until he stops throwing them away."

Nan Zhuohua tutted his head and shook his head, but this girl was persevering.

Nan Zhuohua sat up from the bed, picked up the skirt and put it on.

Bixi approached with her face in her hands, and said thieves: "On the way I just came, I saw your master standing on a road, as if waiting for someone, and then a very beautiful woman walked over, that is your future teacher's wife ?”

Nan Zhuohua stopped putting on his clothes and gave her a sideways glance, Bixi suddenly felt the chill behind her.

This little sister is not very old, her eyes are always evil and frightening.

Nan Zhuohua put on his clothes, tied his belt, and said in a casual and cool tone, "I can't have a teacher."

"Is your master going to die alone?"

Bi Xi suddenly felt that such a person who doesn't eat fireworks is not impossible, because in this world, very few women are worthy of him.

Nan Zhuohua got off the bed, Ruyu raised her embroidered shoes with her little feet, and smiled wickedly: "No, he will marry me in the future."

"You?" Bi Xi was startled, "How old are you?"

What kind of joke is this little sister talking about again?

Nan Zhuohua hooked his lips: "It's older than you anyway."

Bixi looked at her little figure, but didn't understand.

Nan Zhuohua wiped his face with a towel: "Who is that woman?"

"I don't know you," Bixi thought for a while, "but she is very beautiful, with outstanding temperament, and she is wearing a white dress."

Standing with her master is a bit worthy.

When she passed by, the woman hadn't come over yet, and she couldn't hide her elegant demeanor.

Nan Zhuohua probably guessed who it was, but he didn't know what Yueya'er was looking for her for.

On a small road, Yun Ranyue and Jing Zhaomu stood facing each other with a distance of two steps. Both of them were dressed in white. They really looked like a couple of immortals.

Suddenly being asked out by a man he likes, Jing Chaomu felt apprehensive and nervous, with bright eyes, he glanced at Yun Ranyue and then turned his back, "Master Guoshi asked Fuxi to come here, why?"

Yun Ranyue frowned, straight to the point: "Is the sandalwood fruit in your hand?"

Jing Zhaomu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"You agree with the conditions," Yun Ranyue cherished words like gold.

Jing Zhaomu also understood what he meant, he wanted sandalwood fruit.

Pursing her red lips and pondering for a moment, she finally opened her mouth: "Are all conditions acceptable?"

"Well, as long as I can do it."

Jing Zhaomu bit his red lips lightly, looked at him with obsessive bright eyes, and said two words: "Marry me."

Yun Ranyue's cold eyebrows and eyes did not change: "Sorry, I can't meet this condition."

Jing Zhaomu opened his mouth, wanting to ask why, but suddenly, she understood why.

Is it because of his little apprentice?

But, she is just a little girl over five years old.

In the end, Jing Zhaomu couldn't help but say it, and the corner of his mouth mocked: "Master Yiguang is only five years old, when will you be able to marry her."

As soon as these words came out, it also proved that she knew the relationship between Yun Ranyue and Nan Zhuohua.

Regarding how she knew, Yun Ranyue couldn't bear to care, and her face was cold: "You don't have to worry about the matter between me and her, except for marrying you, other conditions can be agreed."

Jing Zhaomu's face turned stubborn: "I don't want any conditions other than marrying me."

Yun Ranyue frowned coldly, turned around and left without another reply.

Jing Zhaomu's eyes trembled slightly, as if he didn't expect Yun Ranyue to be so decisive.

Is it so embarrassing to marry her?

He didn't even think about it.

Jing Zhaomu stared blankly at Yun Ranyue's receding back, until it disappeared from her eyes, she gave a wry smile, and then turned back.

After walking a few steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Jing Zhaomu looked at the woman in front of him, stunned for a moment, and frowned: "Sister Nine Emperors?"

She looked up and down a few times, isn't Jing Chuwan already stupid?But with this look, I don't want to look stupid at all.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it turns out that you also fell in love with Yunranyue."

In a word, Jing Zhaomu recognized that the woman in front of him was not Jing Chuwan.

The face is that of Jing Chuwan, and the voice is also Jing Chuwan's, but the tone and demeanor are not hers.

Jing Zhaomu's face was solemn: "Who are you?"

"Me? It's okay to tell you," the woman said with a leisurely smile, "Feng Yuan."

Jing Zhaomu frowned, wary of the unknown woman in front of him, "What's your purpose for sneaking into the palace?"

"It has nothing to do with you, you don't have to worry about it," Feng Yuan said in an arrogant tone, her gaze on Jing Chaomu didn't take this noble princess into her eyes at all, "What did you and Yun Ranyue just talk about?"

She didn't dare to get too close just now, for fear that Yun Ranyue would find out, but she also heard some of their conversation.

She heard that Jing Zhaomu asked Yun Ranyue to marry her.

No matter where this man is, there will always be infatuated women falling for him.

"You don't need to meddle in the matter between me and him," Jing Zhaomu replied indifferently.

Feng Yuan's eyes were lifted up, golden streamers flashed across her eyes, cold and evil, she teleported to Jing Zhaomu in the blink of an eye, raised her hand to grab her neck, and pressed her against a stone wall, her red lips curled up You Leng: "You are not qualified to talk to me like this."

Jing Zhaomu's face turned pale from being pinched, she raised her hand to give Feng Yuan a palm, but she easily pinched her wrist, Jing Zhaomu's eyes were shocked, as if he didn't expect the woman in front of him to have such a high skill.

Feng Yuan taunted: "Fight me, you are not worthy of being an opponent." Her sharp fingertips stroked Jing Zhaomu's chin lightly, and she smiled slightly: "Your face is much prettier than mine, why don't you borrow it from me?" Come to use it?"

Jing Zhaomu's eyes panicked, "Yun Ranyue came to me because she wanted sandalwood fruit."

Sandalwood Spirit Fruit?

Feng Yuan's eyes narrowed, "Do you know what he wants the sandalwood fruit for?"

"I don't know, he didn't say."

The sandalwood fruit was passed down to her by her master. She only said it was a treasure, but she never said what it was useful for. Jing Chaomu didn't know what the effect of the sandalwood fruit was, and he didn't know why Yun Ranyue found the sandalwood fruit. .

(End of this chapter)