Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 29 As long as you do it seriously (2)
Just at this time, the girl looked up at him, her eyes were bright with pure light spots, "I heard that the young master is the most fair, and he will definitely not deliberately favor anyone."

"Hehe." Song Liujue grinned, stared at Lingjiu suspiciously, and said in a low voice: "Although I don't know what kind of plan you are planning, I don't think Jiang Wumei will lose, so... since I want to bet, I Join one too."

He first looked down at the Zixia jade pendant on his waist, frowned, then pulled out a short dagger that was half the length of his arm from his sleeve, and put the dagger into the sheath. Blue, dark purple and dark red gemstones look very luxurious.

"My dagger is not cheap, and you can't afford a piece of broken jade." Song Liujue stared at Lingjiu with a smile, "But don't be afraid, even if you lose, with the big brother here, he will definitely help you return it. Go to the hall brother to collect the debt."

"Third Brother..." Song Liyan just called out, but Song Liujue blocked all his words with a glance, and could only give Lingjiu a sympathetic look.

Lingjiu didn't seem to see it, and his gaze was still on Song Liujue's face, tilting his head and smiling, "Young master, you have such a nice smile."

Song Liyan immediately had the urge to help her forehead, and couldn't help but think: Could it be that the big hall brother is looking at this girl's stupidity?

If Lingjiu knew what she was thinking, he would definitely give her a middle finger.

Only Song Liujue's heart trembled inexplicably, with an ominous premonition.I still remember that she smiled innocently at him like this a month ago, and said to him: The third young master has such a beautiful smile!
"Brother Liujue is the best witness." At this time, Qing Lingque was a little bit reluctant, and more complacently handed the sword in Song Liujue's hand.

From her point of view, Song Liujue was deliberately targeting Lingjiu, obviously siding with her, so it couldn't be safer to put the sword with the ally.

"Brother Liujue, she is not a good person." Qing Lingque naturally stood beside Song Liujue and said to him.

Lingjiu accepted her evaluation frankly.

"You and her are the same." Song Liujue smiled disdainfully, put away the sword and took two steps to the side, keeping a distance from Qing Lingque.

Qing Lingque's face suddenly became embarrassing, his eyes were on fire, and then he took all his anger on Lingjiu.

Stare, stare, I don't see you can make a hole out of my sister!Lingjiu calmly accepts the baptism of her eyes.

stable.

How could Feng Yi ignore the mocking gazes of the snobby servants around him, and put their disdainful whispers behind him.

He doesn't blame them, nor is he angry at their contempt, because he himself is not sure about today's competition, let alone the confidence to win.All he could do was give it a go, unwilling to give up this only chance of survival.

It's just that he can neither hate nor anger, but it's not that he doesn't really feel indifferent to those eyes and words.

Feng Yiqi's footsteps were steady, and he kept his usual pace and walked deep into the stable. On the surface, he appeared to be stable, but in fact, as he went deeper, he gradually isolated the eyes of the group of people, which made him secretly relieved, and there was a look in his eyes. bitter.

It took about 10 minutes before he walked out leading a black horse, but halfway he saw a girl in purple walking towards him.

Feng Yi was puzzled, the more the inside of the stable was, the messier it was. The children of these big families all had their own horses outside for people to take care of and support them, and they never set foot in the depths of the stable. It was obvious that they were dressed in high fashion. How could the girl from Mingmingzhu come here.

When he was about to pass by the girl, he saw the girl stop and smile at him with her head raised.

Feng Yi was startled, and frowned.

The girl in purple is naturally Lingjiu.

She looked at the stern boy of fifteen or sixteen years old in front of her. Although he frowned ferociously and looked impatient, his steps obviously stopped, and he stood in front of the black horse inadvertently, so as to prevent the black horse from suddenly rioting and hurting her. , can also cope with many unexpected situations.

This is a person who looks cold, but is actually soft-hearted.

Lingjiu blinked, took out a yellow talisman folded into a triangle and tied with a thin red thread, and handed it to him. The soft and cool child's voice was more clean in the dark and chaotic depths of Ma Peng, " Riding and shooting is very dangerous, you hold this amulet, it can keep you safe, and it can also bless your wishes to come true.”

Feng Yi was stunned, "You..."

If it wasn't for the girl's fresh and quiet smile, he would have thought that the noble girl was bored again and deliberately entertained him.

Lingjiu tied the amulet to his wrist, then took a few steps back indifferently, looked up at the stern young man with a blank face, and said with a smile: "As long as you are willing to do it seriously, you will definitely win."

After saying this, the little purple-clothed figure in sight left as calmly as when he came.

Feng Yi didn't come back to his senses until someone urged him outside, and looked down at the amulet on his wrist.

In this competition, no one had hope for him, not even his only relative.Some people say that he is dying, and some people say that he will not die until he hits the south wall, and he will not shed tears when he sees the coffin. Yes, you can, not to mention telling him in that determined tone——

"As long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely win."

Feng Yi felt his throat was itchy and his nose was sore.

It turned out that he didn't really care. In fact, he always wanted someone who could say this to him, even if it was the simplest sentence of comfort.

"Why, this person is a lady from a big family."

How could Feng Yi clenched his fists suddenly, led the black horse and walked out with a firm expression on his face.

As soon as he left the stable, he could see the crowd surrounding him, all dressed in light clothes on horseback, he looked like an outstanding young man of Zhilan Yushu.

Jiang Wumei also looked at him, then turned over and rode on the dark red fur horse, with a calm and calm expression on his face, which made people feel that he had already won the victory.

"Look, he doesn't even have any serious riding clothes."

"Just because he wants to win Young Master Jiang? Stop joking!"

"Some people just don't cry when they don't see the coffin, just wait and see the good show."

In the midst of everyone's indifferent voices, Feng Yi didn't know what state of mind he was in. His eyes swept through a group of well-dressed people, and finally saw that touch of elegant and luxurious purple in a pavilion. The figure, his eyes fixed.

The young man's gaze is as tenacious and forbearing as a lone wolf in the night, it's hard for Lingjiu not to pay attention.

She raised the corner of her mouth, smiled, and waved to the boy.

Couldn't Feng Yi consciously nod to her, and raised his amulet-wearing hand.

Fortunately, he came back to his senses in time, retracted the half-raised hand, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

However, Lingjiu could see his movements clearly, which made her smile even brighter, and her waving hand gave him a thumbs up and shook him.

(End of this chapter)