Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Chapter 457
A Yan disagreed, but after thinking about it, at least the Chailiang people are reliable, and they can tolerate the princess' temper, and they are a little handsome.

But she just didn't want it in her heart. Before, she was pleasing to the eyes of Chai Liang, but no matter how she looked at it now, she didn't like it.

"But the princess..."

Gutana got up and patted her on the shoulder, and said in relief: "There is nothing but, you also know my character, if it is not suitable, I will not be persistent."

Ah Yan had no choice but to follow her.

Song Baoling returned to the room and took a long time to recover, "Lianjiao."

"I'm here, miss." Lianjiao responded immediately, squatting down, looking up at her, "Miss, I'm always here."

She stretched out her hand to touch Song Baoling's forehead, and said strangely, "It's not hot either."

Song Baoling fell into her arms, "Lianjiao, will you really not leave me?"

"Miss, are you kidding me? How could I leave Miss? What the lady told me is the most important thing."

"I have no relatives since I was a child. Miss is my belonging, my everything. Miss is my most important person."

Song Baoling's eyes were moist unconsciously, "Lianjiao..."

"Miss, what's the matter with you? You look like I'm going, ah!" Lian Jiao was hit on the head as soon as she finished speaking.

Song Baoling blamed him somewhat, "What nonsense are you talking about, hurry up and piss it off."

Lianjiao stuck out her tongue mischievously, "Haha, is Miss worried about me?"

"This is not allowed in the future." Song Baoling said seriously, as if he was very sensitive to this.

When Jun Tingsheng came back, Song Baoling was lying on the desk, a small part of his white and slender arm was exposed, which was very eye-catching.

The girl propped her chin with one hand, and her head was pointing like a chicken pecking rice. The dancing candlelight beside her made her face softer, and her crow-feather eyelashes cast a shadow.

The brush in his hand had already smeared ink marks on the white paper, Jun Tingsheng spoiled the brush and leaned over to accompany her.

I don't know how long it took, but the girl's hand didn't support her, and she suddenly nodded her head. When she almost touched the table, Jun Tingsheng quickly supported it with her eyes and hands.

Song Baoling opened his eyes wide, Jun Tingsheng's hand dragged her chin and turned her chin to this side, and the two looked at each other.

"Jun Tingsheng..." The girl hadn't woken up yet, her clear black eyes were covered with mist, her bright red lips, and a little ink on the tip of her nose.

Jun Tingsheng put a half-smile on her nose with a half-smile, and said, "Go to bed when you're sleepy."

"But I still want to..." Song Baoling realized half of the paper on the table had already been smudged.

Seeing Jun Tingsheng's smirk, he reacted belatedly, "How long have you been watching me here?"

"Soon, it will only be a quarter of an hour." Jun Tingsheng deliberately teased her, Song Baoling refused to accept the brush and drew a few strokes on Jun Tingsheng's face before giving up.

Jun Tingsheng didn't move, so he obediently let her "behave badly", but Song Baoling put away his hands in embarrassment, "Why don't you resist?"

Jun Tingsheng didn't speak, but tapped her forehead lightly, grabbed her hand with his backhand, frowned and said, "Why is it still so cold, quickly put on another coat."

Under his gaze, Song Baoling honestly put on a coat.

The two were sitting at the desk, Jun Tingsheng was holding her hand halfway, writing on a brand new piece of paper, Song Baoling was almost wrapped in his arms.

Familiar with the cold fragrance, and a faint smell of blood.

Song Baoling paused, and the ink smeared on the paper again.

"Tranced?" Jun Tingsheng whispered in her ear.

Song Baoling withdrew his hand, his ears turned red, "I feel the smell of blood on your body, do you..."

"I didn't kill him, I gave him a big gift." Jun Tingsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, he had already carefully cleaned the blood and smell from his body when he came.

Unexpectedly, it was still smelled.

"Great gift?" Song Baoling couldn't help thinking about it, could it be that he cut off the hand of the national teacher?Still feet.

Jun Tingsheng seemed to be able to see what was going on in her mind, and chuckled, "I didn't do anything to him, I just killed the pet he had kept for many years."

"It's not considered a pet. It's just a strange-shaped bird, like a crow or a vulture. It lives on human blood. Most of the blood of those killed by the regent was drunk by it."

"That's not innocent." Song Baoling breathed a sigh of relief, "My grandmother and the others are all going out of the city, how long will it take for them to come back?"

"You can come back after everything is over, not counting as deserters, at least your father and your brother are still in the barracks." Jun Tingsheng said comfortingly.

Song Baoling exhaled a long breath, and Jun Tingsheng said, "After a while, the Heavenly Master will hold a sacrifice, and you will also go there then."

"Yes." Song Baoling nodded slightly.

The two are warm and harmonious on one side, but not at all on the other side.

In the main hall, the national teacher stood on one side holding a staff, and opposite was the corpse of a black bird. The death was strange, and the entire wing was broken off.

The attendant next to him lowered his head and didn't dare to breathe, the blood on the ground was smudged piece by piece, which was shocking.

"What do you think of Hei Yu? Didn't I tell you to take good care of it?" The national teacher said calmly, if he didn't look into his eyes, he would think he was not sad.

The guard was trembling when asked, his legs were almost weak, "Master, calm down, we really didn't know that Prince Jun would come in suddenly."

The guard tried to blame all the faults on Jun Tingsheng, and said tremblingly.

The national teacher walked to the attendant step by step, every step was Ling Chi.

There are still a few extremely dark spots on his black robe, which are Heiyu's blood.

"If you can't even do this little thing well, what use would I need you?" The national teacher said, those purple eyes were clearly breathtaking, but at the moment they exuded a dangerous cold air.

The guard sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly got up to escape, but before he could take a few steps, the national teacher grabbed his neck.

His voice came from behind, "Where do you want to go? My black feather died so sadly, how lonely, why don't you go down and be with him."

The guard stared wide-eyed, the blood gushing from his neck continued, and the national teacher withdrew his hand until he remained motionless.

The person who lost his life fell to the ground in an instant, like a doll that could be discarded at any time.

The others huddled together for fear that the national teacher would vent their anger on them.

Outsiders spoke highly of the national teacher, and only those who served the national teacher knew his true face.

He was simply a cruel lunatic.

How much innocent people's blood that broken bird drank, how clean the hands of the national teacher can be seen.

It's nothing but the oppression and exploitation of them by the upper class.

"Why don't you talk? Do you want to go down to accompany the two of them? Huangquan Road is also much more lively."

The national teacher seemed to deliberately provoke their anger, but they still lowered their heads and said nothing, their timid appearance made him laugh.

"Oh, it's just a bunch of boneless guys, it's boring." The national teacher kicked them.

Walking to the side of Hei Yu's corpse, he cast a low glance and said, "Clean it up and send it over."

(End of this chapter)