I'm an acting genius

In fact, Ning Kezhi felt that his worry was really justified.

Although he was brought back and resettled by the protagonist Gong himself, his treatment in the Xie Mansion was not very good.

Ning Kezhi could understand this very well.

After all, at this time, it is still important to say that "there are three types of unfilial piety and no descendants are the greatest." He is a little goblin who hooks the family's little master's broken sleeve. It is strange that Xie's family can treat him well.

Thanks to Xie’s family’s good tutor, even if he doesn’t like it, he won’t use any tricks secretly. At most, he treats him as an invisible person. If he can’t see it, he can’t see it. Can answer one word, don't say the second.

The meaning of exclusion is particularly obvious.

Ning Kezhi, who has been very popular since childhood, is the first time to feel cold and violent.

#Grievance.jpg#

But he didn't come here to gain favorability, as long as the protagonist Gong thinks he likes him, it doesn't matter what else.

Thinking about it this way, my mood suddenly became much more open.

——This wave is two-way disregard.

But now the disadvantages are revealed.

There is no waiter in Ning Kezhi's yard.

This is not intentional harsh treatment by the Xie family, after all, it is too obvious to do this to this extent, and the other party even sent him the sweeping servants and accompanying servants at the beginning.

But with those people around, Ning Kezhi always feels uncomfortable that his every move is being watched.

After all, he is still a modern person in his soul, let alone whether he can get used to being a messenger, the feeling of his personal privacy being invaded is enough to make Ning Kezhi uncomfortable.In the end, he found the steward of Xie's family, saying that he was born in a small family and was really not used to being served by others, so he sent the boy and a few sweeping servants away.

Compared with the uncomfortable feeling, he would rather be tired and clean himself.

Of course, food delivery is still required, although there is indeed a special small kitchen in the yard where he lives, and Ning Kezhi can cook a little bit, but the earthen stove at this time... forgive him for being powerless...

Thanks to this habit, Ning Kezhi is not hopeless now.

When the guy who delivers the meal in the afternoon comes over, he will find that he is only dying from illness.

#悲##Really Miserable#

Ning Kezhi turned over with difficulty, and tried hard to calculate how long it would take before he was discovered with his already muddy mind.

When he was trading with the system, the servant had just delivered breakfast. The custom at this time was two meals a day, which meant that he had to lie on the bed for nearly eight hours, or four hours, before the other party delivered the afternoon "drinks." Food".

And this guy might not be able to find out yet.

Because sometimes he can't spare his hands, and often asks the other party to put the food down at the door.

——After all, he is the only one living in this place, and it is impossible for him to get the wrong takeaway.

Ning Kezhi: "..."

I knew today...

No, no, it has nothing to do with whether the food is delivered or not. He should have exchanged the disease at another time.

Failed.

Ning Kezhi's worries did not come true.

The protagonist Gong found out that something was wrong with him much earlier than he expected.

The late autumn sun was shining warmly on the ground. A group of cold figures rode their horses from the outskirts. The cloak of the leading knight still had some traces of being wet with dew. It was obvious that he had been outside for a long time. time.

The sound of horseshoes was beating, and as this group approached, it was actually a cold and chilling blow to the face.

Fortunately, this group is familiar enough with the streets of the capital, so they did not disturb the people in the capital.

This team of knights finally stopped in front of the general's mansion.

The leading knight dismounted first and handed over the reins in his hand to the doorman who came over. He untied his cloak while walking into the mansion.

The entourage following Xie Jingyang took the cloak he handed over, and heard the master ask, "Is there anything going on in the mansion while I'm away?"

Followed by him and reported some trivial matters as usual, Xie Jingyang nodded slightly as he walked to the study in the mansion.

After entering the inner courtyard, the attendant paused for a moment, then lowered his voice, "Mr. Ning from the west courtyard sat in the courtyard all night yesterday, and his subordinates ordered people to watch outside, and did not find anything wrong. Suspicious people wait."

Xie Jingyang frowned when he heard the words, but soon opened again.

He ordered in a deep voice, "Keep an eye on it."

The subordinates bowed their heads and said "yes" and took the order to leave.

Xie Jingyang raised his eyes and glanced in that direction, the expression in his dark pupils was unclear.

——He wanted to see what that man wanted to do in the Xie Mansion.

Nowhere to go, homeless?

Xie Jingyang didn't believe that a person with that kind of tolerance would be reduced to this level.

And it was the same when he was in the bandit village.

——Young Master Ning is too calm.

It seems that his arrival has been expected for a long time...

But that time he was not leading the army to suppress the bandits, he just happened to pass by this bandit village.

It was clearly a "coincidence", at least before that, Xie Jingyang thought it was a coincidence.

……

…………

Such scheming and scheming made Zhijiaoren feel chills from the bottom of his heart.

However, such a person has no complaints about him not giving courtesy to his guests, but directly placing him in the inner courtyard of the back house.

Even this kind of humiliation is willing to accept, if he said that there is no intention, Xie Jingyang would not believe a word.

Until Xie Jingyang came back from the camp after noon, there was no movement in the west courtyard.

Hearing this, Xie Jingyang couldn't help frowning, and asked again carefully.

Every year on the first day of the first lunar month, he will go to the suburbs of Beijing to pay homage to his late father and elder brother.Although the death dates of his father and brother were not in the same year, there was only one day difference between them. It was almost a custom for him to stay on the mountain until dawn the next day.

With such a good opportunity, he couldn't believe that there was no movement over there.

It's been half a year, no matter what Mr. Ning plans to do, it should be about the same now.

The person who reported it thought for a while, then hesitated: "If there is something strange...Mr. Ning hasn't gone out since receiving the meal..."

But this Mr. Ning seldom goes out, which is actually not surprising.

Xie Jingyang heard the words, but suddenly got up, "Are you sure he picked it up?!"

The man understood Xie Jingyang's implication, and said in amazement: "General, what do you mean, that 'Mr. Ning'...is not me?!"

Cold sweat dripped down his back, but he still couldn't believe it, "The brothers are guarding the yard day and night, let alone 'stealing', even a mouse can be caught if they go out..."

Xie Jingyang didn't listen to his muttering anymore, and he was already walking towards the west courtyard.

At that time, he had seen Mr. Ning's "supernatural powers" with his own eyes.

Since even his actions were so well calculated, just slipping out from under the watchman's nose, it must be a trivial matter to the other party.

west yard.

Because the "sickness" exchanged is too uncomfortable, Zhi Gan would rather just sleep with his head down and let the system wake him up when someone comes over, lest the boy who delivers the food just put down the food box and leave.

——Then his points will be wasted!

When he was woken up by the system, he vaguely heard someone knocking on the door.

Early in the morning, who is so dreamy?

Ning Kezhi, who was already sleepy, thought of this dimly, and subconsciously wanted to pull the quilt over his head.

However, this action was not possible.

Oh, by the way, he is now wearing a "temperament halo" called "Pose of Green Bamboo", which is actually a "posture corrector". It's not in compliance with etiquette.

Ning Kezhi: "..."

Garbage aura.

There are many bugs and thieves, and there is no use for eggs.

However, he dare not unload...

He still has this halo and only has single-digit points. If he takes it off, he can't imagine the consequences.

——He only knows that if the points drop to zero in an instant, then his heartbeat curve will probably follow along with a sudden drop and become a straight line.

Ning Kezhi's consciousness was still fuzzy, the person who knocked on the door seemed to be unable to wait any longer, the person said something loudly, and soon after there was a creaking sound of pushing the door, he actually came in directly.

Ning Kezhi was a little tinnitus at the moment, and his vision was still blurry, but at least he could still see the strange appearance of the person standing in front of him.

Facing this ancient costume, Ning Kezhi's dull mind finally got back the consciousness of running away from home little by little.

He remembered what he was doing at this moment - pretending to be sick and going through the plot, and let the protagonist Gong come to see him.

Looking at the young man in front of him, even if he couldn't see the facial features clearly, he could feel the aura of that body.

Ning Kezhi recognized the person immediately.

Protagonist attack!

This is... a success, right?

His draw!

The system never delays in this aspect, almost when Ning Kezhi's consciousness moves, a translucent turntable appears in front of him.

He watched the turntable spin rapidly.

Ning Kezhi:! ! !

Wait, wait, stop, stop, stop! !

He is also planning to save up the chances of a lucky draw and come to a ten consecutive draw!

His "stop" and "stop" in the system's judgment obviously have different meanings, and Ning Kezhi just watched the speed of the turntable slow down a little bit.

Ning Kezhi: #eyes dead.jpg#

System: [In this system, there is no mechanism for ten consecutive guarantees or ten consecutive lucky draw opportunities. The best choice is to complete the lucky draw as soon as possible and use the prizes to increase the chances of obtaining points. ]

Ning Kezhi: [You don't even have ten guarantees? ]

Ning Kezhi swears that he definitely didn't intend to bring out the meaning of "what kind of copycat and piracy system are you guys" in this sentence, but he watched the dial pointer turn from [Acting Skills·Getting Started], and stayed next to [Ling Guang Yi Now] on.

Ning Kezhi: […]

He had reason to suspect that he had been manipulated in the dark.

System: [The host, please stop malicious speculation, this is an extremely irresponsible attack, and the system has the right to protest to the System Protection Association. ]

Ning Kezhi: [……Okay, okay, if you don’t want to, don’t want to. ]

Then he slandered in a low voice: There is such a thing as the "System Protection Association"?

While Ning Kezhi was drawing the lottery, the protagonist Gong had already stepped forward, as if wanting to test his body temperature.

The sudden closeness made Ning Kezhi feel a little uncomfortable.

Although he spent half a year trying to gain favorability in front of the protagonist Gong, but judging by his current single-digit points, he can tell how the relationship between the two is. That is really a friendship that is weaker than water. Social distance is farther than strangers.

——Ning Kezhi fully suspected that he was too enthusiastic at the beginning, so that he was treated as some kind of idiot by the protagonist Gong, for fear that he would suddenly pounce on him while talking, so that when he got along with him, he would have no regard for others alert.

Ning Kezhi: "..."

"........."

However, although……

Don't you usually touch your forehead when taking your temperature?Why does the protagonist's attacking hand fall on the junction of the back of the ear and the neck?

And... this hand is too strong?

Ning Kezhi felt that his face was about to be ripped off.

The author has something to say:

#Check Yirong#

Squeak: Look!My house fight script!

Xie Jingyang: Tore up the house fight script, and forcibly stuffed ten military books.

Squeak:? ? ?

——Is Ning polite?