mousepad-d2 Chapter 240 Huyou is a technical job
Chapter 240 Huyou is a technical job
When Feng Yang saw Cheng Guanshi's eyes, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.I remembered what Sima Wenlie said when he ordered Steward Cheng: "Look at that Mu Wanling's reaction, if there is something strange, you should create some ambiguous atmosphere and warm her up!"
She thought it was nothing at the time, after all, everyone was a woman.But now I realize firsthand that fooling people is also a technical job.
Fengyang felt Mu Wanling's watery gaze, and his skin was covered with goosebumps, but it was difficult to show it, so he suppressed himself and caught Sima Wenlie's expression, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, vividly Then he sat opposite Mu Wanling, took out a pot of Yunwuling tea, filled half a cup for each of them, raised them up and apologized: "Miss Mu, please forgive me, Sima Wenlie, I will use tea instead of wine, and apologize to Miss. !"
Thanks to the mask she was wearing, she couldn't see her blushing at all, otherwise Fengyang has always been a straightforward person, but the breath-adjusting girl or something, she is not that thick-skinned.
But from Mu Wanling's point of view, every movement of Fengyang's eyes is unrestrained, and the tenderness in those eyes is something she has never enjoyed before.Just like the cousin Mei Hanqing she admired back then, she only gave this kind of look to the shabby Tong family, and Ben dismissed herself.
Looking at the person in front of him again, with Mei Hanqing's good-looking eyebrows and eyes, something strange suddenly appeared in his heart.She had seen the look in the steward's eyes when she just left, her heart couldn't help constricting, and her ears started to feel hot, she quickly picked up the teacup, smiled and bowed her head and said, "Young Master, you are welcome, Linger is no longer angry!" to cover up that look Shame.But it was only after she finished speaking that she realized that before she knew it, she had called herself by her nickname, and a blush immediately rushed to her cheeks, like a [-]-year-old girl in the mortal world.
While Fengyang was drinking tea, he caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and almost burst out laughing.She had never seen such a good person, and it was an eye-opener for her to be able to do this just by meeting her.I don't know if I should sigh, the charm of my current face.It should still be praised, Sima Wenlie has predicted things like a god.
"That's good, after all, when women are angry, they tend to grow old! Hehe~!" Feng Yang secretly smiled in his heart, but on the surface he pampered a child.
Although Mu Wanling has a golden core cultivation, she is about the same age as Mei Xiaole's parents. She is nearly a hundred years old and has never been coaxed like this before. , how happy that should be.
At this time, she still doesn't know what it means to deceive people's hearts with sweet words, and to pierce the belly with a sword.
She was sweet in her heart, and when she spoke, she was tired and clingy: "Young master is really good at joking, how can we cultivators grow old so easily?" She blamed, then covered her mouth and smiled: "It's just The young masters all know Ling'er's name, what should Ling'er call you? It's too awkward to call you so young master, young master!"
Fengyang laughed heartily and said, "Don't blame Linger, I was negligent. I'm Sima Wenlie, you can call me Wenlie, or... Brother Lie!" My heart is about to die of nausea, but it can also be disgusting Sima Wenlie gave her a hand, and she endured it.Whoever made that guy so hurt, either let Li Qiong take advantage of it, or let himself do this unlucky job.
Sure enough, Mu Wanling's eyes became brighter, and she called out delicately, "Brother Lie!"
Even Sima Wenlie, who was on the fifth floor and sensed the place with his spiritual sense, couldn't help shivering.He opened his mouth and complained to Li Qiongji: "Look at your daughter-in-law, she is too narrow-minded. This is public revenge, not a gentleman's work!"
Li Qiongji didn't sympathize with him, and smiled without the image of a gentleman at all: "My wife is not a gentleman, but a little girl! I think she did a good job, she tickles just right Yes. Look at the progress of this flicker, it’s not that it has risen several floors at once!"
Looking back, I have to give my daughter-in-law a hundred likes, and comfort her well.Finally, he could make this kid feel deflated. He didn't laugh or say a few words, he was sorry for the torture he had suffered for such a long time.
At this time, in the private room, Mu Wanling finally thought of the topic, pushed the brocade box on the table to the middle of the table, put her body against the edge of the table, squeezed her full chest as if it was about to come out, looked down at Fengyang and said: "By the way, Brother Lie! Just now Ling'er was looking at the shuttle in the brocade box, and the maid hasn't said its efficacy and price yet! I wonder if you know?"
Fengyang had already made preparations, so what he knew naturally, he could no longer know, and told her the advantages and disadvantages of this shuttle: "Someone got this shuttle in a secret realm, some of it was damaged, and it was picked up by someone from Lingbao Pavilion. The artifacts repaired by the refiner are already low-level spiritual artifacts. They are fast and contain defensive functions. They can withstand one blow from a cultivator at the transformation stage, and three strikes from a monk at the Nascent Soul stage. But with your cultivation base, you can only use top-grade artifacts. Lingshi to control. But..."
"But what?" Mu Wanling was thinking about this shuttle, but it is a good thing for escaping.But the price of a spirit weapon is not low, and it costs high-grade spirit stones to control it, so she was a little hesitant.As soon as he heard Fengyang's words turning around, he asked a question in passing.
"But if Ling'er likes it, I'll make the decision on this shuttle, and I'll give her to you as an apology for Lingbao Pavilion!" When Feng Yang spoke, he put his hand on Mu Wanling and put it on the brocade box. With her slender hand, she fumbled for a while, then retracted it as if nothing had happened, picked up the teapot, and started pouring tea again.
Mu Wanling didn't react for a moment, and after she recovered, she quickly withdrew her hand, wrapped her hand in her sleeve, pressed her fist to her heart, and forced herself to restrain the beating of her heart.A little confused exclaimed: "Give it to me?!"
"Yeah! Linger, don't refuse, this is also my brother's kindness~!" Feng Yang brought the teacup to his lips, and raised his eyes to give Feng Yang a look while lowering his head. The soul is like a deer hitting.
At this moment, there was a sudden 'bang' sound, and the door of the private room was kicked open from the outside, and a group of monks in green clothes, surrounded by a girl in green clothes, stood at the door of the private room.A monk in Tsing Yi said, "Are you Mu Wanling?"
Mu Wanling was taken aback, her face turned pale.Seeing the girl in Tsing Yi, she looked inconspicuous, she was beaten half to death before, but now there is no trace of it.Right now, he was standing behind the monk in blue who spoke, with a look of resentment on his face.
At this moment, Feng Yang opened his mouth and said: "I don't know who this fellow Taoist is, and what is the matter of coming to my Lingbao Pavilion? The private room on the third floor is a private place, how can you break the rules? Cheng Guanshi!? "
The cultivator in Tsing Yi stared at Mu Wanling's eyes, turned to Fengyang, looked him up and down, and said bluntly, "Who are you? Not everyone can take care of my Lujiabao affairs." of!"
"No, this is the young owner of Lingbao Pavilion, Sima Wenlie. May I ask your brother Gao's name? I heard that the Lord Lu of Lujiabao has always been known as the king of medicine. He is very good at using poison and can fight poison with poison." Come to cure illnesses and save lives, I am a long-renowned hermit family in the cultivation world of the mainland of Kyushu, Wen Lie is so polite!" Feng Yang stood up, clasped his fists and bowed in salute.