Ning Qing was woken up from her sleep by Huan'er. Full of impatience, she gave Huan'er a cold look, wondering if she didn't know that disturbing someone's sleep was the most immoral thing to do.
Huan'er was so frightened by a single glance from her young master that she froze on the spot, unable to move, her mind blank, and unable to utter a single word that was stuck in her throat.
That look was terrifying, filled with immense pressure that made you want to kneel and submit.
When Ning came to her senses, she saw Huan'er standing in front of the bed, looking extremely frightened.
Ning Qing was helpless. She usually made a point of concealing her aura, but just now, in her agitation, she unconsciously released a little bit of pressure, which unexpectedly frightened Huan'er.
This girl suits my taste perfectly. I might not be used to having someone else serve me, so I can't scare her.
He walked over and delivered a karate chop to the back of Huan'er's neck, telling her to take a nap and she'd be fine when she woke up.
He carried Huan'er to the bed and laid her down, then covered her with a blanket.
I turned around and went into the bathroom to take care of the three things I needed to do after getting up.
When she came out again, she was still the most beautiful young girl.
Ning Qing walked into the courtyard and was surprised to find a handsome young man in white sitting on a stone bench among the flowers. The warm morning sunlight reflected off his face, as if bathing him in a golden glow, making him dazzlingly beautiful. On the table next to him was a pot of tea with wisps of white smoke rising from it.
This sudden, stunning beauty overwhelmed Ning Qing, who couldn't bear to break the beautiful scene. Her feet unconsciously lingered in place, unwilling to take a step closer and disturb the person in the painting.
I don't know if the person is more beautiful than the flower, or if the flower makes the person stand out.
Jun Cheng heard Ning Qing's footsteps, but seeing him standing in the distance, staring blankly in their direction, he was puzzled.
A slight smile curved his lips. "Miss Ning, won't you come over for a chat?"
The implication is that the teasing shouldn't be too obvious.
Ning Qing snapped out of her daze, her face calm and composed, without the slightest awkwardness. She walked slowly over, leaned down slightly, and whispered in his ear, "Young Master, what brings you here so early in the morning? Hmm..."
As Jun Cheng approached the person, a faint fragrance lingered around his nose. He had never smelled this fragrance before, but he knew he liked it.
Suddenly, the person's aura enveloped him, and a clear, melodious voice, like spring water, rang in his ears.
The last, drawn-out syllable struck straight to the heart; that wonderful, uncontrollable thrill made one feel both surprised and afraid, wanting to refuse, yet also a touch of longing.
Jun Cheng instinctively stood up, pushed away the person next to him, and jumped three feet away.
With a dark expression, she said, "What are you doing? Are you lonely on this long night and trying to flirt with any man you see?"
After saying that, he turned around and strode away quickly from this place that had made him lose control and feel ashamed.
Ning Qing watched the little brat's departing figure, thinking to herself: This time I've really messed up. I wonder if this angry brat will be easy to appease...
As Jun Cheng stepped out of the courtyard, he saw five handsome men following behind him.
Frustrated, he had come here to build a good relationship and deliver a handsome man, but he had somehow been distracted by Ning's homosexual advances.
I really want to slap myself. How could I be so emotionally unstable because of that Ning homosexual? It seems I haven't copied enough of the Qingxin Sutra. I should go back and continue.
Back in the East Courtyard, he asked Ah Chun to call Lin Ziye, and then went to the study to copy the Heart Sutra.
Lin Ziye slowly walked into the study. "What instructions does Master have for me?"
"Go and take the person you brought back yesterday to the west courtyard."
"Give them away? Not a single one left?" What Lin Ziye really wanted to ask was, "Aren't you going to leave one to warm your bed?"
Those were items he painstakingly selected from various buildings after running himself ragged.
"Send them all over."
"Yes, I will go right away."
As Lin Ziye left the study, it would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed.
Yesterday, he was overjoyed as he arranged for beautiful women for his master, hoping that his master would become an adult overnight.
Tell him today that all the beauties will be given to that widow in the west courtyard.
Lin Ziye was filled with resentment. With so many handsome men, wasn't the widow afraid of choking on her food?
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