Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Chapter 210 Resurrected from the dead, more and more confusing

Because of Ji Yuntai's rhetoric, Yan Wanqing fell into self-doubt.

Ji Yuntai sighed: "Shuai Yan is beautiful but he doesn't know it. When you rode through Xiliang City, which of the boys in the city didn't look at you? You are so sure that you are in the capital. Your boys won't be fooled by your beauty?"

"Ji Yuntai is presumptuous." Yan Wanqing glared at him: "The more you talk, the more boundless you are."

"What I said is the truth. If you really live in the barracks, Yan Shuai and the soldiers will not have a good night's sleep. How will you face those vicious Japanese pirates then?" Ji Yuntai said With a dry mouth, she signaled Yan Wanqing to hand him the water on the table next to her.

Yan Wanqing pursed her lips and became a toolman.

"Yan Shuai can't be careless, this woman of all ages..."

Yan Wanqing raised her hand to interrupt: "Okay."

Ji Yuntai put it away when he saw it was ready, picked up the water glass and started drinking water.

"The villagers brought over a lot of fresh fruits today. Let the maids send them to Yan Shuai's yard later. When the subordinate's injuries are better tomorrow, I want to chat with Yan Shuai about the progress of the Holy Maiden of the Guangming Cult. .”

Yan Wanqing: "Yes."

She had already given up the idea of ​​living in the barracks, she would rather believe in something than nothing.

She has to be cautious about anything that is not good for the war, and think it over and over again.

When the butler came in, he saw his city lord holding a teacup, lovingly touching it, his appearance and expression made him very uncomfortable.

"Master, the doctor has sent it out."

Ji Yuntai withdrew his mind and nodded: "You have done a good job in this matter. You are worthy of being an old man who has been with me for so many years. No one in the whole family can compare to you in terms of eyesight."

"What is the master talking about? What the old slave usually does is to serve the master. Naturally, he must follow the master's wishes." The butler said, his face was a little hesitant, and he rubbed his hand.

Ji Yuntai saw that he seemed to have something to say, and finally put down the water glass in his hand, looked at the butler and said, "Just say what you want to say."

"The old slave is not polite, master don't want to settle accounts with the old slave Qiuhou." The housekeeper took two steps forward, bent down and stood beside Ji Yuntai and said.

"Master has never cared so much about a woman in so many years. These days, he always collects novelties from the city and sends them to Yan Shuai's yard. Seeing that the yard is about to pile up into mountains..." the butler said more My heart became more and more disturbed: "When the master came out, the old lady specially told the old slave that if the master has a favorite girl in the future, the old slave will send a letter back."

Ji Yuntai shook his head: "...No need."

"Why? The master is clearly interested in Yan Shuai." The butler was taken aback.

Ji Yuntai sighed: "She is one of the most beautiful women in the capital, and she was born in the Zhenguo Mansion, and she is also a eldest daughter of the first line. How can a person like me be worthy of her..."

Ji Yuntai's eyes fell on his legs, and it was the first time that he felt inferior because of his disabled legs.

A woman as bright as the moon.

Let him feel ashamed for the first time in his life.

The butler sighed: "If the master agrees to go back, the old lady will definitely not stand idly by. There is still a chance for these legs to be cured. If the master really likes them, the legs will be cured at that time, and then the old lady will come forward to make a matchmaker. We are worthy of Yan Shuai."

Ji Yuntai saw that the butler was speaking logically, his eyes were dark, and his thin lips parted lightly: "It's not just for this reason."

"Then..." The butler didn't understand. Isn't the biggest reason for this being the disabled legs?The master needs to have good looks, a family to have a family, and schemes to be strategic. No matter how good Yan Wanqing is, their master is worthy of it.

Ji Yuntai sighed heavily: "She has a marriage contract, and His Majesty bestows it on her."

"Ah?!" The butler was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were stern and he made a hand gesture: "If the master is really happy, how about the old slave—"

The gesture fell hard downward.

The corners of Ji Yuntai's lips twitched: "You are quite cruel, and Yan Shuai's marriage contract is the young prince of Beijiang. If you attack him, you have enough heads to cut off."

The housekeeper was in a dilemma: "But the iron tree of the master has bloomed for the first time in more than 30 years. The old slave thought that the master liked men..."

The following words were silenced under Ji Yuntai's eyes.

"Furthermore, this battle cannot be concluded in a day or two."

Ji Yuntai raised his hand to let the butler go out, his eyes were deep.

The moonlight outside the window fell on the bed through the window.

Ji Yuntai stretched out his hand to catch the moonlight...

On the other side, Yan Wanqing was sitting on the roof, looking at the distant capital, her eyes were filled with deepness.

According to her deployment, the capital is now in chaos.

It depends on whether Zhang Lanyi can seize the opportunity.

Just as she was thinking, there was a rustling sound from outside the wall. She got up and took a look, her brows furrowed.

It was a woman with a white cap, but her figure was very familiar. She was clearly Gesang from Xingfu Village.

The saint of the Illuminati sect, what are you doing outside the city lord's mansion if you don't sleep at night?
Yan Wanqing held her breath, stepped on the wall lightly with her toes, and nimbly followed Gesang who was running wildly under the moonlight.

Gesang had a little force on his body, but not much.

So it was very easy for Yan Wanqing to follow along the way.

When she finally stopped by the lake, Yan Wanqing had already reached the top of the tree.

Gesang looked around, as if waiting for someone.

Yan Wanqing yawned, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and patiently waited with her.

Finally a carriage arrived.

Gesang hurried into the carriage.

The distance is a bit far, and the voices from the market can still be heard in the distance. Even with Yan Wanqing's amazing hearing, she couldn't hear what was being said inside.

But when he didn't know who was in the carriage, Yan Wanqing couldn't act rashly.

Gesang was extremely respectful when he got into the carriage, which meant that the status of the people in the carriage was higher than her.

She is already a saint, what kind of status should someone who can be respected by her be in the Guangming Cult?
After waiting for a long time, Yan Wanqing finally saw the curtain of the carriage shaking, and Gesang got off the carriage.

After getting down, Gesang left in the opposite direction, Yan Wanqing didn't move because the carriage didn't leave.

If the people on the carriage were directly captured today, it would be a big blow to the Guangming Cult.

The thought flashed through her mind.

She clenched her hands into fists. If the opponent was extremely difficult to deal with, it would not be a problem to kill them directly. Everyone in the Guangming sect can be punished.

The murderous intent flashed in an instant.

In the next moment, the curtain on the carriage was quickly lifted.

Yan Wanqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw the people in the car looking towards the treetop where he was hiding.

That face!
Yan Wanqing covered her lips with her hands, forcing herself not to shout.

Tears suddenly overflowed from the eyes.

yes, Sir!
The man on the carriage is the eldest brother!

Yan Wanqing no longer hesitated, and flew straight towards the carriage.

　It's because I had a minor surgery, and I've gotten better in the past two days, and I started to continue updating, and I started to update, the first update today

　　
　
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