"What?" Xiao Linghan was stunned when his second brother suddenly said that he was stupid.
Why did the second brother scold him for no reason?
Xiao Moqing originally wanted to tell his silly seventh brother that Miss Jiang sent someone to send him chicken soup, didn’t it mean that she had some affection for him?
Taking advantage of the fact that Miss Jiang, the girl of luck, has some affection for his seventh brother, shouldn't he press on and seize the opportunity to snatch that kid Shen Junze away?
Anyway, this is exactly the purpose of their visit.
Xiao Moqing originally wanted to say this, but thinking of the presence of a certain little kid, they couldn't reveal the fact that they could hear the little kid's inner thoughts.
Xiao Moqing coughed lightly, then said, "Think about it, there are so many of us, why did Miss Jiang only give you chicken soup?"
Wanwan raised her hand and said, "I know this question is cute, because Miss Jiang has a crush on Brother Qi!"
Xiao Moqing: "That's right!"
Xiao Linghan: “…”
Wanwan: [It seems that the goddess of luck is still favoring our family. Our original goal was to stop that handsome boy Shen Junze from saving the beautiful girl and to stop Miss Jiang from falling in love with him at first sight.]
[Unexpectedly, by some strange coincidence, Brother Seven saved Miss Jiang, and Miss Jiang fell in love with Brother Seven.]
[Think about the original story. After being slandered and having his martial arts skills crippled by the male protagonist, the Seventh Brother became a traitor to the Dragon and Tiger Pavilion. He never recovered. Later, when the country was destroyed, the Seventh Brother traveled thousands of miles with the Eighth Brother back to the capital to die. He never had a woman until his death.]
Xiao Linghan: “…”
Xiao Moqing listened to the little boy's thoughts and looked at his seventh brother's constipated expression. He gave him a comforting look.
Brother, it’s okay. In the book, I was the same as your brother. I never had a woman until I died.
"Miss Jiang is a good girl." Xiao Moqing reached out and patted Xiao Linghan's shoulder. "You are not young anymore. It's time to think about your future life."
Xiao Linghan gently pushed away his second brother's hand on his shoulder and said calmly, "She's not my type."
The reason why he saved her was simply because he didn't want Shen Junze, who had caused their family's heads to be hanged on the city wall, to get his wish.
Hearing this, the two people, one big and one small, standing beside them immediately showed confused expressions.
Wanwan asked, "What kind do you like, Brother Qi?"
[Miss Jiang is so pretty, yet Brother Qi doesn't like her? Brother Qi has such high standards.]
Xiao Moqing held a handful of melon seeds in his hand. "Yes, what kind do you like?"
Xiao Linghan raised his chin and said, "Of course, she's a chivalrous woman like me, a martial arts expert, upright, and someone who robs the rich and helps the poor."
A delicate and weak lady like Jiang Jinning is not his type.
Wanwan: “…”
Xiao Linghan: “…”
[You are a martial arts expert, upright, and good at robbing the rich to help the poor. Brother Qi, you are suitable to be the protagonist of Narcissus. Love yourself.]
Xiao Moqing: You deserve to die without a woman in the novel.
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Before, wherever I went, a certain little girl was always by my side, except for one night and one evening when she was not around.
The tyrant felt strangely lonely because he couldn't hear the little brat chattering in his ear.
Unable to sleep early in the morning, he took his eighth son into the city, under the pretext of going on an incognito visit to understand the people's sentiments.
Tan Wei: "Master, the second young master sent someone with news."
Outside the carriage, Tan Wei's voice was heard, followed by a secret letter being handed in.
The tyrant sitting in the carriage took it and opened the secret letter. He saw his second son's handwriting written on the paper.
The general meaning of the letter is that everything is settled.
The Tyrant continued to read on, and when he saw the little, crooked handwriting written by a certain little kid at the end, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Little brat."
The carriage passed through the bustling streets. Although Hancheng was at the edge of Dongming, it did not affect its prosperity.
Not long after the carriage had gone on, Tan Wei saw a temple not far away with a lot of people coming and going, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The carriage also stopped. The Great Tyrant looked at the carriage that had suddenly stopped and was about to ask something when Tan Wei's voice came from outside the carriage: "Master, perhaps you could come out and take a look."
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, the great tyrant lifted the curtain of his car and his eyes fell on the temple not far away with three large golden characters written on it - Sanren Temple.
Xiao Lingzhou, sitting in the carriage, saw his father looking at a temple not far away and asked, "Dad, do you want to go in and worship? This temple was recently built and it's very spiritual."
The stories about Jennyma's team at Wankuang Mountain and the Western Chu Palace were not only widely circulated among the people of Western Chu, but even spread to Dongming at one point.
Although the great tyrant knew that a three-person temple had been built for them in Western Chu, he did not expect that there was one in Eastern Ming.
"Let's go and take a look." After the great tyrant said this, he lifted the curtain and got off the horse.
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(Oh my god, I’m stuck, no inspiration, woo woo woo)
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