Chapter 21 Is our Ah Que jealous? Jealousy in daily life...
That afternoon, Jiang Yuemian sent someone to deliver the civil service exam questions to the city lord's mansion. The city lord was very efficient; before she even fell asleep, she could already hear her faith points rising rapidly.
When Jiang Yuemian woke up the next morning, she had collected 300,000 faith points. She was very happy and felt that she could finally rest. She was so happy.
She was leisurely jogging within the sect when, for some reason, she wandered around until she arrived at Shen Que's residence.
When she arrived, Shen Que was practicing swordsmanship. His movements were nimble, and his sword strikes were quick, accurate, and ruthless. The wind from the sword made his hair disheveled, which made him look even more spirited and youthful.
Jiang Yuemian clapped and cheered, still somewhat unsatisfied, until Shen Que stopped.
Shen Que then realized that Jiang Yuemian was outside the door, and judging from his master's expression, he had obviously been watching from there for a long time.
When exactly did she arrive? Shen didn't know. He was only afraid that he hadn't done enough and had instead made his master think about taking someone else as a disciple.
He asked, "How long has Master been here?" His voice was slightly out of breath, his face was flushed from exercise, his bangs were sticking to his forehead, but his eyes were very bright.
Jiang Yuemian stared blankly for a moment and said, "Not long ago. I saw you practicing your sword just now, so I watched you for a while longer."
Help! Ah Que is acting so strangely! Waaaaah, she's his master! Why would she have such thoughts?
Jiang Yuemian calmed herself down for a moment, but her face was still a little flushed, so she awkwardly changed the subject: "Ahem, Ah Que, is this sword easy to use?"
Shen Que paused, looking at the sword in his hand. He stroked this sword every day, and placed it on his bedside when he slept, as if he were sleeping with his master. His eyes darkened, but quickly calmed down and regained their clarity: "What my master gave me is of course excellent."
"Ha, that's good."
"Nothing, I was just a little bored, so I thought I'd come and talk to you." Pah! Jiang Yuemian, look at what you're saying! Bored to talk to A-Que? That mouth of yours!
Fortunately, Shen Que didn't mind. He seemed very happy that his master thought of him first. His eyebrows softened like water, and his deep eyes looked at Jiang Yuemian. His clear voice rang out: "Then I will keep my master company to relieve his boredom."
To relieve boredom? Jiang Yuemian felt that what A Que said today was a bit strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.
......
Jiang Yuemian and Shen Que walked until they reached the back of the mountain.
Almost no one comes here. Jiang Yuemian's nostrils are filled with the scents of nature. As she has a wood spirit root, she feels very comfortable in such a place.
Sunlight shone on her, and she took a deep breath, turning around: "Ah Que, it feels so good."
From Chen Que's perspective, the Immortal Venerable is bathed in sunlight, enveloped in a warm halo. A gentle breeze blows, and a fallen leaf lands on Jiang Yuemian's head, adding to her beauty.
Chen Que's eyes turned deep and dark, a hint of red flashing in them.
She was calling him, and her light, airy tone made his heart flutter.
He reached out as if possessed to help her pick a fallen leaf. At that moment, he was extremely close, and Jiang Yuemian could feel Zhou Shen's breath warming her.
Is it Aque getting closer? Jiang Yuemian wondered.
She turned her head, and Shen Que's hand had already touched the fallen leaf.
only--
"Ouch." Jiang Yuemian's nose bumped into Shen Que's chest, and the strands of hair on her head rubbed against Shen Que's Adam's apple, causing Shen Que's throat to roll.
Jiang Yuemian's nose hurt a little, and she immediately covered it, muttering, "A-Que, what are you doing?"
Chen Que's voice was somewhat hoarse: "I'm sorry, Master, I just..."
He closed his eyes and awkwardly took a step back. As he retreated, he composed himself: "I was helping Master remove the leaves that had fallen on his head."
Jiang Yuemian hummed in response, but her nose still felt a little uncomfortable. Her skin was already fair, and the bump made it turn red instantly.
"It's my fault." Shen Que's face showed regret, and his eyes were filled with guilt. He lowered his head, which made Jiang Yuemian feel that she was bullying him.
Oh dear, Ah Que didn't do it on purpose. Oh well, he looks so pitiful.
"Ah Que, let's go back."
"Um."
......
When she returned to her room, her faith points had just reached 350,000, but Jiang Yuemian still didn't intend to relax. She started practicing civil service exam questions, since more people meant more strength.
With a serious expression, she opened the civil service exam question and was about to pull 001 to her side when she saw Little Mushroom sprawled out, fast asleep.
He was still snoring.
"......"never mind.
After she had done two hundred practice questions, an hour and a half had passed.
She stretched, and the communication device at her waist suddenly warmed up. She opened it and found it was a message from Nangong Sheng.
Shortly after returning, Nangong Sheng came to the courtyard.
He arrived in a hurry, but with a smile on his face, speaking in his usual tone: "Immortal Venerable, look, I've brought it for you."
As he opened his hand, a delicate gaze appeared in his palm, and Jiang Yuemian's gaze instantly focused on the wooden box.
"So fast." Jiang Yuemian was pleasantly surprised. She quickly took the wooden box from Nangong Sheng and examined it carefully. She was clearly in a very good mood.
"Of course, you can trust me to handle things, hehe."
“Good, I’ll give you the spirit stones right now.” Jiang Yuemian opened her storage bag and took out all the spirit stones at once.
"No need, no need. It only cost a few spirit stones. Consider it a small gift from me to the Immortal Venerable!" Nangong Sheng grinned nonchalantly, revealing his teeth in a suggestive gesture.
Jiang Yuemian understood and stopped what she was doing: "Okay, I'll give you a welcome gift after a while."
Hehe, Nangong Sheng was delighted. He had really struck gold; the Immortal Venerable's things were bound to be good.
"Master, what are you talking about here?" A gloomy voice came from Shen Que's mouth.
Jiang Yuemian spotted Chen Que at a glance and exclaimed in surprise, "A-Que, what brings you here?" She hadn't summoned A-Que.
Nangong Sheng also stopped smiling and stood aside.
In Shen Que's view, the two of them were acting out of guilt.
This was the second time already. He pursed his lips and said, "I've come to deliver food to Master."
"Ah Que, you're so virtuous! How did you know I was hungry?" Ah Que is just too good! She's thoughtful, obedient, and can even cook. She's really struck gold.
Jiang Yuemian smiled and took the food box from Shen Que's hand, placed it on the table, and was about to open it when she seemed to remember something. Jiang Yuemian turned around and asked, "Have A-Que and Junior Nephew Nangong eaten yet?"
"Nan Gong, you address your master so affectionately."
Nangong Sheng: "Ha, I've already eaten. Since the food has been delivered, I won't disturb the Immortal Venerable and Senior Brother any longer."
He made a move to leave, and Jiang Yuemian saw him off.
Only Nangong Sheng seemed to be fleeing in panic.
Nangong Sheng quickly went out, thinking to himself, "How strange, why does Shen Que look at me like he wants to cut me with a knife? I'd better stay away from him in the future." He shook his head.
The two of them ate together.
Shen was somewhat absent-minded.
Her mind raced with wild thoughts: Are Master and Nangong Sheng really that close? This is the second time he's caught them like this. They don't even try to avoid each other anymore. Does he like him that much?
His eyelashes drooped sadly.
"Ah Que, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Yuemian was enjoying her meal when she looked up and saw that Shen Que seemed to have a poor appetite.
"Master..." He bit his lip, his lowered eyes lacking luster, and his once magnificent appearance seemed devoid of life.
"What's wrong, A-Que?" Jiang Yuemian's expression turned serious. She put down her chopsticks and prepared to listen attentively.
Shen Que seemed to find it difficult to speak. He pursed his lips, his face showing a struggle, and finally spoke as if he had made up his mind: "Master, could you... please not abandon me?"
Before Jiang Yuemian could react after he finished speaking, his face turned red. But before Jiang Yuemian could say anything, he said again, "Master, I can learn anything I'm not good at. Can you give me another chance?"
His expression was serious, but his ears were bright red.
Even when he was starving, Shen Que never asked anyone for help. But his master was the most important person to him besides his mother. He didn't want to, and couldn't, lose his master.
A person who has been walking in the dark for a long time will never want to leave once a ray of sunlight shines on him.
Jiang Yuemian was slightly taken aback. Why did she feel like she didn't understand what A-Que was saying?
Why wouldn't you want him? If you don't want him, who else would you want?
Could it be that there's some gossip going around?
Thinking of this, she felt both angry and heartbroken. She felt heartbroken that Ah Que, who was clearly a man of few words, had been forced into such a situation.
She paused for a moment, then soothed him in the gentlest tone, "A-Que, Master won't abandon you. Could it be that you've heard some gossip?"
"Really?" Shen Que's eyes lit up for a moment when he heard this, but he quickly lowered his head again. He was afraid that his master was just trying to fool him.
Jiang Yuemian suddenly realized that this matter was more serious than she had imagined, and she took it to heart: "Could Aque talk to Master about it?"
Let her find out which gossipy person said that, and I'll make them pay.
Shen Que, somewhat annoyed, finally spoke: "Does Master wish to take Nangong Sheng as his disciple?"
"Huh?" How did this get involved with Nangong Sheng?
"Didn't Master think about it? Then why did you talk to him so happily and ask to return the initiation ceremony?" Shen Que asked in one breath, finally revealing the matter that had been bothering him for the past few days.
When he went to see Senior Brother Chen last time, Senior Brother Chen was not there, so he did not get any advice on how to serve his master.
This time, he saw Nangong Sheng giving gifts to his master again. His master said he wanted to return the initiation gift, which made him think a lot.
Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then sighed, "A-Que, I don't know where you heard this from." She rubbed her temples, but she still patiently explained, "It was left to Second Senior Brother as a disciple."
Upon hearing this, Shen Que paused slightly, then felt a dryness in his throat. So that's how it is. What was he thinking?
"My master was joking with him that day..." he continued, stammering.
That day?
Jiang Yuemian remembered that when she was in a hurry to arrange the civil service exam questions last time, she saw that Nangong Sheng's waist pendant was nice and thought of getting one for Aque as well.
She said helplessly, "Ah Que, look, open it and see. This is why I talked to him that day."
She handed the wooden box to Shen Que, who already had the answer in his heart. He took it with trembling fingers, opened it, and there lay a magnificent pendant in the center of the box.
He felt his face burning, and he knew how embarrassed he was. He felt ashamed and wanted to disappear.
"Is our Ah Que jealous?"
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CP: Bright and cheerful girl vs. aloof and noble young master (not really) - A sweet and romantic story.
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Wen Youning comes from a distinguished family and is exceptionally beautiful. Moreover, she is the only daughter in her family in this generation, so everyone from her grandmother to her younger brother cherishes her dearly.
However, this adorable girl was still unmarried at eighteen, and rumors were circulating that she would never get married. Just when the rumors were spreading, a matchmaker entered her home.
The man who came to marry her in that generation was actually the eldest son of the Feng family, a high-ranking official of the second rank!
*
On her wedding day, Wen Youning's veil was lifted, and before she could react, her husband's handsome face came into view.
Then her breath hitched, and her face turned bright red.
[Aaaaaaah! My husband is so handsome!]
Feng Huaijin was stunned: "..." Who is speaking?
Could that voice be the lady's innermost thoughts?
He tentatively suggested, "Madam, it's time to retire for the night."
Wen Youning immediately became shy and timid, lowered her head and nodded, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes.
[Is it coming? Is it coming?! My husband, that waist... those shoulders... this is exactly what they mean by broad shoulders and a narrow waist in storybooks!]
Feng Huaijin was amused; his young wife was quite shameless, unlike the rumors.
Seeing her husband smile, Wen Youning felt even more arrogant.
[My husband is more beautiful than any flower; I am so happy!]
"..." Feng Huaijin's temples bulged with veins, unable to bear these absurd words, and he shut her up.
*
The Feng family was a prominent clan. The eldest son, Feng Huaijin, had already risen to the rank of second-grade official at the age of twenty-seven. He was a renowned scholar in the capital. He followed his family's arrangement to marry, intending to live a respectful and harmonious life together. However, an unexpected marriage led him to willingly commit suicide and dedicate his life to protecting this precious gem.
On one occasion, Feng Huaijin accidentally saw his young wife chatting happily with a man. When he returned home, he asked his wife and maid, and it turned out that the man was his wife's cousin. More importantly, the elders in the family had once thought about letting the two get married.
That night, Wen Youning felt that her husband was unusually fierce, which she could not bear. Just when she was in a state of limbo, she heard her husband whisper.
"Ningning, do you think I'm too old?"
Everyone says he is a saint, but they are wrong. Even saints have selfish desires.
#She's so cute
#She just loves me too much, what can I do?
Fine, I'll just spoil her. And that spoiling will last a lifetime.
Can't a woman be an empress?
Full of tension / The male and female leads eat very well / Daily dog training routine
In his previous life, Song Muqing, the heir apparent of the Northern Frontier Kingdom, died before he could even warm the throne.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself back two years before her family was destroyed. Everything was fine at home, but this time, she decided to make plans in advance.
For example, going to the capital to gather intelligence on the enemy.
When she hurriedly arrived in the capital dressed as a woman, and had just found a place to rest after entering the city, she heard someone cursing the King of Northern Frontier. She had just turned her head—
Then, with a loud bang, the table was overturned, and someone kicked one of the men to the ground. The man was extremely arrogant, with one foot still on the stool, exuding an air of "I'm the best in the world." He raised an eyebrow and said, "Who do you think you are, daring to talk about the King of the Northern Frontier?"
When Song Muqing saw the person's face clearly, she was stunned. How could this person look like her empress in her previous life?
[Male protagonist's perspective]
Feng Huaixin was the son of a prime minister, a man of noble birth. He rose to the rank of third-grade official at a young age and enjoyed a smooth and successful career for eighteen years. However, he fell in love with a woman at first sight and used all his charms to finally win her heart.
He found beauty with thorns all the more exciting. However, after marriage, he discovered that his wife seemed to be hiding a secret. But he thought, who cares what the hell? As long as she's with him, what else is there to fear?
But when he finally discovered that his wife was communicating with someone else, Feng Huaixin returned home with a gloomy face, and saw his wife's unrepentant expression.
Feng Huaixin couldn't hold back any longer. Like a wolf cub, he pounced on his wife and pulled her into his arms. When she was in a daze, Feng Huaixin gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, "Zijin, would he let you do this?"
[Mini Theater]
Feng Huaixin was fed up with Song Muqing's careless and indifferent attitude towards him. He felt that she didn't care about him at all, so he threw a tantrum and decided to ignore her for a few days to teach her a lesson.
Unexpectedly, Song Muqing didn't come to see him for several days. He couldn't bear it any longer and went to Song Muqing's room. Before he even stepped inside, he heard—
"You want me to coax him? He's a grown man; if he doesn't want to be my husband, there are plenty of others who would!"
"It seems that the son of Grand Scholar Du is quite good?"
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Feng Huaixin often wondered why there were always people who coveted his wife, even after they were married, they still deliberately tried to seduce her, they were truly shameless.
He never imagined that he would later adopt that shameless behavior in order to win her heart.
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