Qin Shi: Starting from saving Yan Lingji

Chapter 71 Is He Really Angry?

Ask Tang Ba to find medicines for both internal and external use. After suffering in the backyard, Zheng Ze got up and wrapped the earthen pot with cloth and brought it to Yan Lingji's room.

Things in the world will not be as expected, people themselves are variables.

Just like the beauty at the moment, sitting by the bed, her originally bright and pretty face was slightly pale.

"He is the fastest killer in Xinzheng, what are you going to do with him?" Zheng Ze just sighed, and didn't say much.

He finds this stunning beauty who has never changed after being taught a lesson a little tricky.If she was born later, she would definitely be a bad student who would give the teacher a headache!

Hearing his voice, Yan Lingji, who knew she was wrong, raised her delicate face, "This time there is only one person, I didn't lose!"

Pour out the medicinal soup in the crock, put it in a bowl to let the residue rest, Zheng Ze didn't look back, "What difference does it make if you lose or win?"

However, Yan Lingji has her own reasons.

"I've done an investigation. He is the leader of the Night Killer organization. Since the Night Killer didn't take action, it means he didn't report your affairs. As long as you kill him, you won't be exposed." She said with reason.

She didn't say that at the bank of the river that day, at a certain moment, she felt a trace of loss of consciousness from Zheng Ze, which had never happened before.

Picking up the bowl, Zheng Ze resisted the urge to roll his eyes and came to her.

"You have investigated, how did you investigate?"

Hearing this, the expression on Qiao's face froze slightly, she pursed her red lips lightly, and said, "Qijuetang is investigating."

She took the bowl and turned her head to one side.

Zheng Ze curled his lips, "Qijuetang..."

He had always only listened to the news about Qijuetang, except for letting them pay attention to Mrs. Hu once, he never expected them to collect any useful information.

At the beginning, I found Qijuetang only because they were an organized and available population. After contacting them, I found that their cohesion and work style are not bad, but that's all.

"It's useless to silence, and you can't escape what you have to face. After today, the information that Yemu has grasped has no effect on me, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

Zheng Ze still explained softly, thinking of her original intention of making the move, he didn't say much.

I am changing, but Yan Lingji is also changing.

On the bank of the river that day, Mo Ya really gave himself a surprise.Perhaps it is because the soul that is different from this world always makes people unconsciously have a detached perspective, and then slowly lose the original care.

The same is true when Yan Lingji suddenly went to Mo Ya to match up. She is not a puppet with strings, she can always create a little accident for herself.Her thoughts are so naive, so naive as to be cute.

This world is unexpectedly wonderful, so I have to be serious about it.A man's state is an ever-changing stream of water, and he has already realized what shape he should be.

Raising her head, the woman's blue eyes looked at Zheng Ze, "So you have a solution?"

Facing the beauty's inquiry, Zheng Ze nodded seriously, not to let her feel at ease, wondering what other naive acts she would do.

Seeing this, a strange color flashed across Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

Zheng Ze didn't intend to reason with her, that was a stupid choice.He just said: "Hurry up and drink the medicine, the internal breath is disordered, and it will cause hidden dangers if it is not adjusted in time."

Looking at the medicinal soup in her hand, Yan Lingji curled her lips, but said nothing.He stared at the scratch on her left arm, which should have been caused by Mo Crow's flying feathers.

"You look so good-looking, why do you always think about fighting and killing, what if you mess up your face?" Unlike before, Zheng Ze is not as respectful as before, but expresses without concealment own emotions and attitudes.

He took a shallow taste of the bitter soup, but didn't dislike anything.She is not a golden body, she will never be hypocritical.

Looking at Zheng Ze, listening to the unspoken praise, there was a smile on his pretty face, "Is my face pretty?"

Zheng Ze looked at her silently. Do I need to ask if she looks good?If you feel that she is not aesthetically pleasing, Gongsun Linglong should be in his youth at this time, so you can consider it.

After reading the desired answer from his face, Yan Lingji's smile became brighter and brighter, "Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful it is, it doesn't belong to you. It's useless for some people to worry, are you very angry?"

During this period of time, Zheng Ze has followed the principles of getting along with her to soothe her heart, and it has achieved great results, so she showed her flirtatious and graceful side again.

However, in her eyes, Zheng Ze looked as usual, and nodded lightly, "You are right, it is useless for me to be anxious. The medicine for external use is on the table. You can clean it yourself. I will go to practice swords first." .”

After speaking, he got up and left.

Behind him, Yan Lingji's smile froze on her pretty face, staring blankly at his back as he left.

Dai Mei frowned slightly, the medicine in her mouth suddenly became more bitter for some reason, he must be really angry, right?

What you just said seems a bit excessive?

Looking at the medicine on the table, the frown couldn't be relaxed, this time I didn't change my medicine.

After drinking all the medicine in the bowl, he casually put it on the wooden table beside the bed, hesitated for a while, then got up and walked to the window, poking his head out.

The young man held the sword as usual, and he never seemed to slack off.But this time, Yan Lingji's expression was complicated, and she was unconsciously disturbed.

While swinging his sword, Zheng Ze filtered the previous events in his mind, checking for any mistakes.

The story of the ink crow reminds me that there are no absolutes in the world.It's like although he guessed the reason why Mo Crow didn't attack him, he still couldn't figure out his psychological journey.

When you decide to publish the Warring States Policy before this timeline, you must be prepared to face the torrent.

It is different for an unknown person to master the two great artifacts of papermaking and printing, and a well-known celebrity to create them.From this day on, his name, Zheng Ze, is destined to appear in front of the world.

He has already made preparations, but at this moment, there is a feeling that I am not trying to catch the stars and embrace the moon, but I want to let the stars and the moon come to me.

After swaying a set of simple sword techniques, if you find carefully, Zheng Ze's movements are exactly as described in the sword techniques, almost as if they were carved out of a template.

Wiping off the sweat from his forehead, Zheng Ze shook his head. After practicing the breath to the fourth level, he had a feeling that since it was the breath, it was natural to breathe in and out. The purpose of practicing swords was to draw swords.

Putting the epee aside, Zheng Ze returned to the pavilion to wipe off his sweat, and then went to Yan Lingji's room.

……

In the peaceful place where the flowers bloom and the birds are singing, the sound of reading is faintly heard in the distance.

A man in Confucian uniform was sitting in front of the case, looking at the books he had spread out on the case. Not far from him, there was the sound of conversation in a pavilion supported by eight stone pillars.

"The history recorded in this book is against the way of saints."

"It's just a written record, and the Sunnah is self-clear in my heart, so why should my brother be obsessed with the Tao itself?"

After being silent for a while, the former's tone seemed to change, "That's the reason. It is said that this policy came from South Korea. I remember that Han Fei returned to China not long ago?"

"Yeah, Han Fei came home with his dream. I didn't expect that besides him, there are such outstanding people in South Korea. Maybe his dream will be even more exciting." The old man stroked his beard and said slowly .

The old man called Senior Brother pondered for a moment, stood up, and faced the mountains and deep valleys in front of him, "Let's not mention the content of the book, the writing materials are simple and light, and the writing is neat and unified, not like copying them one by one. I seem to see When it comes to it, a new possibility."

The old man kneeling in front of the case smiled lightly, and pressed the paper that was blown by the wind with his hand, "Senior brother, since he has already made a decision, why hesitate?"

The old man standing under the pavilion nodded faintly, and then he called out, "Fu Nian."

The man in the Confucian uniform turned his head when he heard the sound, and immediately got up and walked towards the octagonal pavilion.

While ordinary people are shocked by the things in front of them, good thinkers have already begun to consider its impact.A seed is thrown into the land of the Seven Kingdoms, waiting for time to ferment, germinate and take root.

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