The tyrant's daughter is three and a half years old: the whole family is a villain

Chapter 308 How to explain this?

Suddenly there was a scream from the guest seat, Ning Shuiyuan wanted to look over in a daze, but before he could raise his head, he felt his arm being twisted hard behind his back, his knees hurt, and his legs knelt forward uncontrollably. Her back seemed to be stepped on, her face stuck to the ground, and Zhou Juan could clearly see her crying and terrified face. Because of this movement, the dust on the ground was splashed, and she scrambled to get into her nostrils.

In this turmoil, Ning Shuiyuan only felt as if all his emotions had been deprived, without sadness or joy, it was more like a kind of resignation to fate, despair after extreme despair, success and defeat, he Ning Shuiyuan was unwilling to lose, but he couldn't help but deny it, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a blue figure in his peripheral vision, calm and detached, slowly passing through the crowd, calmly.

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

The two are about the same age, and Ning Shuiyuan is only three years older than Hang Zongzhi. Only he knows the hardships along the way, so he looks down on Hang Zongzhi who was immediately selected by the great master and ascended to the sky, but only he knows it in his heart. He is actually jealous.

Who can not be jealous?

Fate is such a mysterious thing that I can't see it, and others can't see through it. How is his life better than him and other people?Why did he, Hang Zongzhi, get it so easily that other people spent thousands of times of hard work and hardship to get?

Ning Shuiyuan's face was stepped into the dust, but his eyes were wide open, his eyes were fixed on the corner of his clothes, and he 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 celebration. The place where he was was a quiet place. Ning Shuiyuan forced Hang Zongzhi to drink the wine he was toasting by being drunk, fascinated He said a lot of words in a daze, which sentence did he talk about?

——"Ning is here, on behalf of the second princess, toast the little master."

It seems that after this sentence, the little national teacher who was sitting on the seat like a wooden man suddenly moved, and raised the wine glass beside him...

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

Taking a glance, he saw that the situation seemed to be under good control. Ning Shuiyuan had been taken down, and the ministries of the Jin and Wei kingdoms lurking in Ningfu and those of other countries had also been wiped out, so there was no place that needed him too much.

After thinking about it, Hang Zongzhi stepped up and walked towards Dongyuan. There was a new house. After Ning Shuiyuan finished toasting, the place where he was supposed to go was quiet all around, as if the excitement of the front yard could not be transmitted here at all. But Hang Zongzhi could feel that all around were people with high martial arts skills.

At the door, two red lanterns were hung high on the eaves with the Chinese character "Hi". Lily stood at the door, and the house was brightly lit. Perhaps it was to show the celebration, even the halo was faintly red. Hang Zongzhi stood still and turned around. Come on, just when he was hesitating to leave, Lily who was guarding the door discovered the existence of Hang Zongzhi, and his tone was pleasantly surprised; "Little national teacher!"

Although Lily didn't know the whole plan until now, the second princess said that if the person who came was not Ning Shuiyuan, it meant that what she wanted to do was done.

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

Lily quickly pushed open the door of the room, let Hang Zongzhi in carelessly, and closed the door by the way, she was outside, and Hang Zongzhi was inside.

Hang Zongzhi: "..." Not...

The red candle on the table crackled, Hang Zongzhi came back to his senses, and subconsciously looked at Su Jingyi who was sitting on the couch. How can this be explained?

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

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)