Fairy: Me!Crazy Dao Heart Seed Demon

Walking over, Jin Ping'er's face changed from a flat face to that sweet smile, so open, just like a peony in full bloom.

Qin Lie was staring at her with embarrassing eyes, but before he knew it, he had turned into a bewildered look.

"Young Master Qin, why don't you come to practice martial arts with Ping'er these few days?"

Jin Ping'er didn't have the airs of being a king at all, and walked closer to the road.

At this moment, Qin Lie's originally tense heart immediately relaxed, as if everything had returned to its original state.

"Cough cough..."

At this time, the old man in his heart made some untimely voices.

Qin Lie only thought that the old man was jealous, his face was reddish, and he was a little excited, but he quickly put it down and explained: "Ping'er, father has become strict these days and made me think about it at home. Today is the Come to plead guilty."

"What's the crime?"

Jin Ping'er smiled lightly and covered her mouth.

Qin Lie was delighted to see the smile of the beauty in front of him and the fragrance wafting from his body.

But for a while, he couldn't find any reason to prevaricate his affairs in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Seeing Qin Lie's embarrassing look, Jin Ping'er had already grasped Qin Lie's inner activities clearly.

He burst out laughing.

"Mr. Qin, the brothel is an elegant place, and Ping'er doesn't care about it. Moreover, Mr. Qin was Ping'er's fiancé before, so Ping'er will not be angry at this situation."

"Okay. Ping'er will explain what happened to Uncle Qin. Mr. Qin doesn't have to worry about it."

"Bottle...you..."

Jin Ping'er's words were like a heavy blow to Qin Lie's heart.

For a moment, his eyes were red.

"Boy, let me tell you, this doll will definitely not care. Also, wait a minute, don't take whatever this doll wants to give you, do you hear me?"

"Yeah... Ping'er, she is so virtuous and caring..."

Hearing these words, Qin Lie instantly felt happy, and firmly agreed with what Goldfinger said. As for the second half of the sentence...

"Master?...Master, why are you silent again...Oh, old man, just be jealous, I can be with a woman like Ping'er in the future."

Such rhetoric did not get a response from his master.

Qin Lie began to explain to Jin Ping'er what happened outside the golden light formation two nights ago.

Jin Ping'er pretended to listen with gusto, and then said: "Mr. Qin, Ping'er knows your difficulties. Xian'er's words must be angry words. On Xian'er's side, when she wakes up, Ping'er will talk to her Explained. Don't worry..."

"Bottle, you are so kind..."

"Young Master Qin, why are you so..."

Seeing Jin Ping'er's slightly blushing face and obedient appearance, Qin Lie's heart was burning with restless flames, and even had an impulse in his heart to hold the beauty in front of her in his arms.

"Ahem..." At this moment, the old man's voice came again in his mind.

Hearing such a voice, Qin Lie calmed down.

Then, Jin Ping'er greeted Ge Peipei who came to the side.

Ge Peipei had been looking down at the ground before, fearing that she would look at Qin Lie with pity and cause her master's good deeds to be ruined by her.

She presented an exquisite wooden box.

"Ahem..." the old man reminded.

"What's the matter old man?" Qin Lie questioned.

"Listen to the master, no matter what it is, don't take it, it's good for you. Before the wedding, you accept this girl's gift, and it will be difficult to control that girl in the future, understand?"

"Well, I understand."

...

Jin Ping'er put the wooden box in front of Qin Lie and opened it.

"Mr. Qin, this is the Lingembroidery gifted to you earlier, how about it?"

Qin Lie looked at the emerald-colored spirit embroidered turban with red thread lying in the wooden box, and looked at Jin Ping'er with so much emotion in his eyes that Jin Ping'er couldn't bear to look directly at it.

It can only be unfolded slightly, turban.

Inside the turban, a woman with a sword holding a sword is embroidered with white thread.

When Qin Lie saw it, his heart was hit hard again.

Isn't this embroidered by Jin Ping'er herself?

On that day, at his coming-of-age ceremony, Ping'er's elegant appearance was exactly the same as this embroidery.

He embroidered himself on the turban...

Doesn't it represent...

Qin Lie's face was red, his breathing was rapid, and even his excited heart seemed to jump out of his mouth in an instant.

After enduring it for a long time, he finally squeezed his fist and said tenderly, "Ping'er...you...Qin Lie will definitely live up to you in this life!"

The kid put away the wooden box excitedly, and said seriously.

Jin Ping'er could still keep a smile on her face when she heard such face-to-face, so nasty words.

But Ge Peipei, who was beside her, almost lost her footing.

Fortunately, Jin Ping'er gave her a hand without anyone noticing, so she didn't make a fool of herself.

Jin Ping'er watched Qin Lie leave the Jin mansion quickly, and even before he was out of Jin Ping'er's sight, he took out his scarf and put it in front of his nose, as if inhaling the sweetest fragrance.

The original smiling face also put down.

Ge Peipei said in admiration: "Miss, you are so powerful, you can bear it like this."

"It's nothing, I just thought that some people are more numb than this lady, and I can let go of my lady."

Jin Ping'er looked at the direction Qin Lie was leaving and sneered.

After her performance just now, it is impossible for Qin Lie to discard the headscarf she gave her.

So... "Looking for Fragrance in a Hundred Miles", which tracks Qin Lie's movements, is completed.

Next, what was in front of her was the wedding.

Chapter 150 Prodigal!Anxious 【Please subscribe, please collect】

Snapped! !

"Sister Ping'er, it hurts..."

Fan Feiya put one hand on the table, rubbed the freshly red meat with the other hand, and begged back in embarrassment.

"Pepe, why don't you take it easy. My husband said to use your strength, but you really used your strength... If it is broken, Fiya won't let you make the decision in the future. You beg Yanlan to pass the ice block in the future."

Ge Peipei lowered her head and fiddled with the small wooden ruler in her hand.

Standing on one side, with a sullen Jin Ping'er on his face, Ge Peipei slapped Ge Peipei before he could make a move.

Snapped...

"Sanggong!! Come on..."

With the roar, Jin Ping'er could only feel sour helplessly.

Ever since Fan Feiya started the new world, she came to report to her Jinfu every day for various reasons.

Of course, Jin Ping'er is very clear about her little plan, isn't she just using her as a power bank.

In just a few times, Jin Ping'er's ordinary punishment has completely lost its effect on this girl.

Fan Feiya knew in her heart that Jin Ping'er would not hurt her, so in front of Jin Ping'er, she lost her integrity even more cleanly than her husband-in-law.

The hardwood ruler in Ge Peipei's hand was just made.

...

"Sanggong... Feiya just sold a little stuff, Qizhenxuan has to earn gold coins."

Fan Feiya felt aggrieved, rubbed her two bare eggs, and said backwards.

"a little bit??"

Fan Feiya nodded cowardly...

Jin Ping'er was so angry that she couldn't help blowing on her own bangs.

"You can sell the back screen wall where I competed with Lan Guan that day, and sell it as a replica. You can secretly auction two of the clothes I wore that day, and promise to say at the auction that you can change them once you wash them." Right. Then tell me, can I still wear the one I have in my closet now?"

"Pepe, call Miss Ben!"

Jin Ping'er asked Ge Peipei to continue, and the small ruler was drawn on the red egg again.

"That's right, a piece of clothing that costs less than [-] gold is worth [-] gold coins, which is worth a piece of one-star armor."

"Tell me, besides the wife of the Qin family, who else did you sell it to?"

"Lu Zhuer. She asked me to buy it privately..."

At this moment, Jin Ping'er was at a loss for words, she probably understood Lu Zhu'er's purpose.

Also let go of this topic.

"What's more, you also found someone to imitate my chair, and named it King Qin Chair? Why don't you come and take my original and sell it!"

Jin Ping'er was trembling with anger from this girl, this rocking rattan chair was originally for her to lie down on the night of the full moon and enjoy the moon with peace of mind.

This woman came to her bedroom a few times, only lay down two or three times, and was imitated by someone.

Can Jin Ping'er not be angry? These are all her own nostalgia for that world. They were originally used for self-entertainment, but she never thought of sharing them with others.

This prodigal woman is so good...

"Ping'er, I thought about it too...but..."

Seeing Jin Ping'er's face turning livid, Fan Feiya quickly changed the subject:

"Pinger Xianggong, after Feiya has mastered the Qizhenxuan, the gold coins that Feiya sells now, the resources are all from Xianggong..."

She turned her head and said, looking at Jin Ping'er with tears in her eyes.

"Tell me, what else are you going to sell?"

Jin Ping'er helped her forehead and said helplessly, she could only sit back to the side of the table, picked up the tea, took a sip, and suppressed her anger.

Such a topic of hers seems to have aroused Fan Feiya's interest, and the aggrieved look on her face disappeared completely, replaced by a slightly delighted and excited look:

"Sanggong, it's like this. Tomorrow, Xianggong and Sister Languan will get married. Now the whole Nanfanyu has heard about this day. Feiya has prepared 1000 pairs of high-soled shoes that you made that day. I have prepared the goods and put them on the table. In the clothing store under the management of Qizhenxuan, the name Fei Ya has also been thought of, and it is called: Jinyan Shoes. How about it?"

puff...

Jin Ping'er almost spit out the tea.

Fan Feiya looked like asking for credit, but seeing Jin Ping'er's reaction, she didn't dare to speak again.

"Pepe, fight!!"

"It's Miss..."

"Pepe, take it easy!! Oh!!~"

Jin Ping'er almost slapped the table angrily.

What golden swallow shoes...

This is simply disrupting the cognition in Jin Ping'er's mind.

Three times in a row, Fan Feiya's small bare egg was already red and swollen.

Jin Ping'er looked at this girl in pain, and could only sigh helplessly.

If she was making a few pairs of similar shoes, someone might imitate them, and she couldn't stop them.

After all, the structure is very simple.

However, she just didn't expect that the first one would be Fan Feiya, and she usurped her name.