The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Although she felt that Chunxiang's trembling was strange, Yunying didn't take it to heart, retracted the spiritual consciousness in Li's ear, and asked Chunxiang, "Which sect did your miss join?"

Chunxiang suddenly trembled even more violently, Yunying, no matter how dull she was, could see the problem: "Why, isn't your lady going to a well-known family, so you can't say it? Uncle is not that kind of person, right?"

"No..." Chunxiang trembled and couldn't complete a sentence, "It's not...Miss, she...Miss, she's gone..."

"Where did you go?" Feng Jing asked impatiently, "Could it be that he really went to some crooked sect?"

Chunxiang tried her best to shake her head: "It's Zixia Palace, Miss went to Zixia Palace!"

"It turns out that Zixia Palace." Feng Jing raised her eyebrows, "Is it under the gate of the Beast Royal Pavilion of Zixia Palace?"

Chunxiang nodded, and realized something was wrong after nodding. How did the young master who followed Miss Biao know about Zixia Palace?

She sneaked a glance at Feng Jing, and was stunned on the spot with just one glance.

This is... Is this the beauty that can be born in the world?
The doubts just now were all thrown away in an instant, and only this flowery face that seemed to surpass the beauty of heaven and earth was left in front of my eyes.

Yunying took the opportunity to ask: "Is there something wrong with your lady?"

Chunxiang nodded subconsciously, staring at Fengjing's face bewilderedly.

Yun Ying knew it well, and left with Feng Jing.

It wasn't until the two white shadows disappeared from the screen wall that Chunxiang slowly recovered the lost three souls and seven souls. Remembering what question Yunying asked herself just now, she felt like falling into an ice cave.

Does Miss Biao know something?If that person is useless until he is like this, let Miss Biao see the problem, can he save his life?
Yun Ying didn't care what Chun Xiang thought, and just quietly brought Feng Jing to a small courtyard: "You wait for me, I have one last person to thank."

After finishing speaking, she walked into the small courtyard where the servants gathered, followed the guidance of her spiritual sense, and came to the door of the two little maids.

Two little maids were making shoe uppers head to head under the oil lamp, when they heard the door creak suddenly, they raised their heads together in fright.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." Yunying walked in with a smile, "Xiaohui, Xiaoyu, do you still remember me?"

The two stared hard, and the elegant face in front of them gradually overlapped with the previous yellow and thin face, Xiaohui exclaimed: "Miss Biao!"

Xiaoyu looked at Yunying in surprise, and repeated Xiaohui's words in a murmur: "Miss Biao..."

"It's me." Yunying took out two unattractive wooden boxes from the storage bag, "This is a gift from me to you two, and it should be repaid for saving my life that night."

"How is this possible!" Xiaohui quickly refused, "We didn't do anything for Miss Biao, so how could we manage these things?"

"The love of giving charcoal in the snow is priceless, not to mention it is under the eyes of my aunt and cousin. My life was saved by you, and I must repay it. This is not something from before. Just accept it and try not to let others see it. , but don’t be afraid, I have sealed the box, only you two can open it.” Yunying waved and stuffed the two boxes into their hands, and they disappeared after turning around, leaving only the two girls looking at each other.

Xiaohui opened the box and was instantly dazzled by the things on the first floor.

It was a whole set of head and face jewelry, inlaid with gold and inlaid with jade, the brilliance flowed, and it was worth a lot of money at first glance.