When the heroine cried, she lost the whole game

A ridiculous incident caused the scars on Jiang Ning's body to crack open, wisps of red rubbed brilliant flowers on the sheet, and crystal clear water was mixed in, tossing and tossing until the end, he had to change the sheet before he could sleep again .

Zhu Cijing didn't like other people to apply medicine to Jiang Ning. She was the princess of the monster clan who didn't touch Yang Chunshui with ten fingers and bandaged it herself. , so we stayed in the room together during this time and didn't go out.

The weather is not bad today, but I was thinking about teaching Jiang Ning how to read, but I have been delaying, so I started to teach Jiang Ning how to practice calligraphy.Nothing charming happened when practicing calligraphy, because Zhu Cijing was too lazy to teach himself, so he wrote it in front of Jiang Ning, and then let Jiang Ning practice it by himself.

Jiang Ning looked at the pen in his hand, pretending to be hesitant as if he was thinking about how to write the pen, the ink fell on the rice paper and made a halo, and then he wrote Jiang, because the ink stain became a little bit, and the written characters looked a bit nondescript of.

Zhu Cijing read a section of the military book before looking at what Jiang Ning wrote. There is a large stack of rice paper, but the words inside really have no similarity with Jiang Ning's people.

"I told you to practice calligraphy, so how can you start drawing?" Although it looked better in the end, it didn't look like writing, but rather like children's graffiti.

Jiang Ning was a little embarrassed by Zhu Cijing's words, and his strength in holding the pen became heavier, and he said in an unnatural voice: "This is written seriously."

Zhu Cijing turned his head and saw that Jiang Ning's ears were a little red. It was the first time he saw a little girl like her, and she smiled a little bit. He demonstrated it to Jiang Ning again: "Do you understand?"

"En." Jiang Ning nodded, looked at the rice paper on the table and tried again.

Zhu Cijing didn't interrupt, but saw that Jiang Ning's posture of holding the pen was still a little awkward, and corrected him: "You don't have to use such force, it's more natural when you write."

At the end of the trial, Zhu Cijing felt that maybe everyone has a different way of practicing calligraphy. Other people in the Yaozu prefer to use spells to write a random picture. She is interested in calligraphy so she has learned it, but not Must apply to everyone.Thinking that the girls in the building need to write invitations these days, they simply took Jiang Ning down.

"Sister Ci?" A girl shouted hesitantly when she saw someone coming down from the fourth floor when she went up to get the rice paper, thinking of Zhu Cijing that other sisters in the building often read.

No wonder she was surprised. She hadn't seen Zhu Cijing for more than half a month, so she couldn't recognize him, but seeing her and Jiang Ning's red clothes immediately confirmed her thoughts.

People in the building seldom wear red clothes, and it is not a clear rule, but everyone wears other colors to show respect.

"Sister Ci!" Seeing Zhu Cijing standing on the stairs, some people stopped what they were doing and looked up.

"Don't worry about me, everyone can do their own work." Zhu Cijing smiled naturally, and then let everyone do their own work.

"They are all literate, and some of them have just learned, you can join them." Zhu Cijing circled two areas with his finger, and then looked at the young and lively lives in front of him a little bored.

Vibrant like a flower.Although Zhu Cijing's age is considered relatively young among the Yaozu, it is inevitable that his mentality will become more mature after seeing more things.Especially now that there is quite an illusion of a mother raising a child, which makes Jiang Ning a little uncomfortable and...resisting.

Although the two of them seem to have returned to the way they were at the beginning, and they would do that intimate thing every day, but Jiang Ning felt that Zhu Cijing's good attitude towards her was a little strange.

This was unexpected by Jiang Ning, but it was reasonable. After all, if such a person suddenly said that she wanted to be her Taoist companion, the first thing she would think about was whether the other party had any other goals.But Zhu Cijing's behavior also shows that she is not indifferent to herself, but is thinking about how to get along with herself. Thinking of this, she is not so anxious and plans to take it slowly.

Jiang Ning knew that it was understandable for her to express a little bit of confusion, but if she hadn't improved, she would be dull, so Jiang Ning studied hard, and then the handwriting also made visible progress.

What she was thinking was drawing pictures slowly, but when she looked up and saw the tree of flowers, the movement of her hands changed. The strokes of a character that was originally good were twisted and turned into strange shapes, and she found that the person was also writing, and the words written When the handwriting was very beautiful, Jiang Ning squeezed the brush in his hand and guessed what he wanted to do.

"Ci... girl, can you show me my handwriting?" Hua Cishu wanted to shout along with the others, but remembering that Zhu Cijing ignored his overtures last time, he still did not take the liberty to follow She pulled into the distance.

Zhu Cijing glanced at him lazily, but didn't go to pick it up and let Liu Xiu take it over. He looked at the contents of the rice paper with an unchanged expression, and the emotion in his eyes was inexplicable.

"Heaven is the witness, and the earth is the matchmaker. I am willing to form a bond and never leave." The lower script is upright and elegant, which reminds Zhu Cijing of the scene when she formed a bond with Huacishu 300 years ago.

There are flat contracts, joint contracts, and life-and-death contracts between Taoist couples.Pingqi is somewhat similar to a family marriage, but it is just a pretext to let the two forces join together to help each other, and it is the easiest to dissolve.Concord is the contract method chosen by the most people who are in love with Taoist couples. To dissolve the contract, both parties need to spend a lot of money to dissolve it.The life-death contract is the highest level, like-minded, life-and-death inseparable, once the contract is formed, they will live and die together, share honor and disgrace, and as long as they live, the marriage will continue.

In the beginning, her father asked her to form a life-and-death contract with Huacishu, but both of them were unwilling, and a drop of Shui Wu's blood at the wedding ruined the ceremony, so the two formed a half-life contract. Above the contract, under the contract of life and death.

Although the half-life contract is not as close as the life-and-death contract, the person who proposes to terminate the contract will accept most of the punishment from Heaven.Both she and Huacishu are the future kings, and it is time to redevelop, so even if they don't want to, they have been deadlocked and do nothing, maintaining a relationship that is worse than strangers.

After Hua Cishu came here, some things happened one after another. Although Jiang Ning was the first and last, Zhu Cijing didn't put the source of all the things on her, but kept focusing on the sudden amnesia that came here. flower tree.

Although his performance has been different from the past, there is no evidence pointing to him.It's not like she didn't feel the goodwill shown by Huacishu's behavior these few times. If his purpose is to repair the relationship with her, then it's useless to keep it.

So this time Zhu Cijing didn't intend to turn a blind eye, but said directly: "Shang Ke, but what do you mean by writing this?"

When Hua Cishu saw that Zhu Cijing was finally willing to talk to him, his eyes lit up, and then he looked at the surrounding environment, hesitant to speak, and wanted to be alone with Zhu Cijing.Zhu Cijing understood what he meant, but he didn't want to connive, so he put the rice paper aside with a cold expression, preferring not to talk.

There is no shortage of self-produced and self-sold people in Xiumanlou. Anyone who is determined to be together and does not want to leave Xiumanlou can tell Liu Xiu, and then Xiumanlou will arrange marriages. Generally, there are two or three couples every time. Newcomers, at this time, they will write invitations to those who leave the sleeve, and at the same time, they will also bring back and forth money.

Of course, Jiang Ning didn't write invitations in the past, but just practiced calligraphy on rice paper. He was a little far away from Zhu Cijing. with.

Lowering his head and pretending to write, he always looked there from the corner of the eye. Although the man was very ignorant, Zhu Cijing had nothing special to him for so many days, and it shouldn't be so now, but when he raised his eyes and saw the two When they still hadn't parted, they randomly picked up a piece of rice paper and looked for it.

"I often hear this sentence in my dreams recently, and I am still standing in the Temple of Heaven." Huacishu held the rice paper, looked at Huacishu nervously, seeing that she didn't respond, Then he said: "Then I am very tangled up in the woman standing next to me, exactly what you look like, Miss Ci."

"So I want to ask, have we met before?" Hua Cishu looked at Zhu Cijing with anticipation and tension in the face of the unknown. Although he was standing, Zhu Cijing was sitting. But there is a distance, so standing in front of Zhu Cijing will not make people feel very oppressive.

Just when Jiang Ning heard this sentence, he frowned, changed Zhu Cijing aloud, and then walked over at a leisurely pace.

"Sister Ci." Jiang Ning did not walk in front of Zhu Cijing, but stood beside her and let her look away.

"Huh?" When Zhu Cijing saw Jiang Ning coming, he knew it, and looked at Jiang Ning sideways cooperatively, but did not answer Hua Cishu's question.

"Sister Ci, look at the words I just wrote." Jiang Ning put the rice paper in Zhu Cijing's hand, and a few strands of black hair fell on Zhu Cijing's face. The distance between the two became obviously ambiguous.

Huacishu looked at the word with sarcasm in his eyes. He had written for hundreds of years and only one was acceptable. It can be seen how high Zhu Cijing's vision is. Such a word lacks momentum and has no style, and can only get four characters, which is ugly. Unbearable.

"Pretty good." It was indeed a four-character evaluation, but it was completely different from Hua Cishu's imagination. The mask of innocence cracked a bit, and some looked at Zhu Cijing in disbelief: "Lord, can you see more clearly?"

Zhu Cijing glanced at him, and said with a pun: "This word should pay attention to the structure, and keep an appropriate distance to have more beauty."

How could Hua Cishu not understand when he heard this, and felt a little pain on his face for a moment, because when he said this sentence, his voice raised a lot, so many people around looked over, and it was a feeling of being surrounded by spectators. Huacishushou stuck his neck a little dissatisfied: "I think I've done it, but she hasn't."

Hearing this, Zhu Cijing raised his eyelids and glanced at Hua Cishu, and when he couldn't help dodging, he put the rice paper on the table: "Sisters, take a look, which one looks better?"

Compared with Hua Cishu, Jiang Ning's word is definitely not enough, but compared with the beginning, it has already improved. Zhu Cijing will naturally praise her. This person has practiced for thousands of years, and the time to write is older than Jiang Ning's age, how can he be so thick-skinned.

Everyone present has eyesight. Sometimes some judgments are based not on things, but on people. Naturally, everyone prefers Zhu Cijing and Jiang Ning. Although this newcomer is a bit pretty, he is still unfamiliar, so No one cares about Huacishu's works, and Jiang Ning's face is red when he is praised.

"Sisters, you've praised me." Jiang Ning didn't look at the Huaci tree triumphantly, but smiled a little shyly: "It's better for sister Ci to teach her hand in hand."

Listening to Jiang Ning's emphasis on hand-to-hand teaching, Huacishu looked at these blind mortals with a dark face, endured it but still didn't lose his temper, his eyes were red with anger, he turned and left silently.

"Is there any reward you want?" Jiang Ning came over just now, which gave her a chance to laugh at Huacishu. Zhu Cijing looked at the rice paper in his hand and planned to give her a condition as an encouragement for her progress.

"Yes." Jiang Ning's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was not polite. After a pause, he said, "Can my sister kiss me?"

"Now?" Zhu Cijing raised his eyebrows, not expecting Jiang Ning to be so bold.

Jiang Ning nodded and said yes, and then all the people writing around slowed down and turned their attention to Zhu Cijing. Pulling the person in his arms, taking off the other person's veil and kissing lingeringly, from time to time, there is an ambiguous sound of water hitting the hearts of the people present, making people blush.

The wound on Jiang Ning's face is still not healed, so he wears a veil, which hangs on the left ear just to cover the scar. With the movement, the veil shakes out a hazy beauty. Several people have subconsciously started to draw this scene.

"Sister Ci, let's go up." Jiang Ning buried Zhu Cijing's neck and slowly calmed down, then licked her earlobe and said vaguely.

She had already figured out where Zhu Cijing's sensitive spots were, and felt that the body temperature under her body was a little higher, so she deliberately breathed out hot air and hit Zhu Cijing's ears, staining her with a beautiful red color.

Huacishu hadn't gone far just now, seeing the hands clenched into fists under the sleeves at this scene, he wished to kill her directly with his own hands.Jiang Ning raised his eyes and was not at all afraid of Shanghua Cishu's cold expression. Instead, the smile on his lips was a little more real. He sniffed at Zhu Cijing's long hair with his fingers wrapped around him, and said provocatively:

"waste."

The author has something to say: I read the comments and many people have a friend who wants to see how Sister Jiang is doing. In fact, how Sister Jiang is doing depends on everyone’s performance in this chapter. jpg)

Then thank Mu ccr for mine!