The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 265 National Teacher: Sorry, I'm Late (Please Subscribe)

He guessed it all!
In the bridal chamber, bright red silk was hung around, and the lampshade on the round table diffused a circle of light, reflecting on Xue Ji's face.

There was no trace of blood on her fair face, at this moment, Ji Pingan seemed to be able to see the light blue blood vessels under her skin.

Ji Ping'an looked down at the "bride" in front of him with great interest, with a smile on his lips:

"It seems that I guessed right."

Xue Ji wanted to defend herself, but she realized that her previous performance had completely exposed the plan in her heart. This was indeed her original thought:

Trying to cheat, temporarily get rid of the shackles of Gu insects, and try to end his life.

This is also the only thing she can do in the terrible situation she is in at the moment.

Yes, it's ridiculous. Even suicide can only be done by luring others to attack.

However, maybe her acting skills are too clumsy, or the lackey of the Demon Sect in front of her is too treacherous, and her plan is seen through at a glance, so why is there any need to continue acting?

Is it justified to let this person see a joke?
So Xue Ji laughed miserably and stared coldly at the man in the groom's uniform opposite. Instead of begging for mercy and trying to save herself through this stupid way, her eyes were contemptuous and decisive:
"just kill me."

Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I will help you?"

Xue Ji said indifferently:
"If you don't kill me today, in the future, I will try my best to find any moment of your negligence and assassinate you."

This is not a threat, but a statement.

Ji Ping'an could clearly sense the firmness in Xue Ji's tone:

Yes, she may not be able to get rid of her fate tonight, but as long as she is still alive, she will become a dagger that makes the "husband-in-law" worry all the time.

No one can guarantee sobriety forever, and no one would hope that the person next to him/her is an enemy of life and death.

"You're trying to provoke me," Ji Ping'an's voice was still soft, he stood up slightly, and under Xue Ji's disgusted gaze, he leaned forward and leaned over:

"You think I'm easily fooled?"

Xue Ji looked at the approaching, unfamiliar face, she turned her head away, and in the next second, Ji Pingan pinched her chin with her fingers, and turned her head to him inch by inch.

"Get that stinky face away!"

Xue Ji was powerless to resist, struggled to no avail, she could only be forced to raise her head, and looked at the "scholar of the calligrapher" who was close at hand. She was breathing violently, her hair was scattered due to the force, and her forehead was stuck to her forehead with sweat.

In the black and white pupils, there is undisguised disgust and fear.

Ji Pingan maintained the character set of "Demon Cultist", and said with a smile:
"What if I don't?"

Xue Ji stared at him coldly and suddenly spat hard.

Ji Pingan was stunned for a moment, leaning forward and slowly standing up straight, he raised his hand to touch the saliva from the woman in front of his face, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

There was a hint of annoyance in the raised voice:
"Okay, fine, you're fine."

He squinted his eyes and said lightly:

"Do you think that I really can't punish you? I want to loosen you? I want to let you go, but I want to know how a holy woman whose Qi sea is completely sealed and who is weaker than ordinary women can kill me. "

Xue Ji's face changed slightly: "What do you want to do?"

Ji Pingan pinched the puppet in his hand, and poked lightly at the dantian of the puppet with one finger.

"Ah—" Xue Ji cried out in pain, her body, which was still sitting upright, felt severe pain, and her dantian felt numb.

In order to prevent her from escaping, the leader of the Four Saints indeed banned her cultivation. However, considering that following the team, she always needs some physical strength and some ability to protect herself, her power was not completely blocked.

But at this moment, as the numbness spread, Xue Ji clearly felt that her body was gradually thawing, she regained consciousness and regained her autonomy.

However, the price is that she has no strength in her body as if she has been hit by cartilage powder, and it is already the limit to barely sit.

She wanted to stand up, but just as she lifted her body, her legs gave way and she fell onto the bed.

"Don't come here!" Xue Ji warned in horror.

She immediately realized the intention of the other party:

As long as her strength is completely sealed, no matter how much she struggles, she will not be able to pose any threat to Po Jiu's opponent.

Ji Pingan casually threw the doll on the table behind him, and smiled:

"I once heard that the saintesses of the Four Sacred Religions in the past were taken away by the Grand Master of the Great Zhou and stayed in bed for seven days and nights. In this way, my son is now comparable to the Great Master of the Great Zhou."

Almost paralyzed on the bed, unable to move, Xue Ji sneered almost nervously after hearing the word "National Teacher":

"You too?"

As if foreseeing the fate that had come, Xue Ji's face was sad, and her tone was harsh:

"Compared to him, you are like Yinghui and Haoyue. Let me tell you, the saint back then took the initiative to climb into his bed willingly, but a devil maggot like you, except for using force, will never be able to survive for a few lifetimes." You don't deserve to touch me with a finger!"

Ji Ping'an smiled but wasn't smiling:
"Willingly? You are a plaything held up by the holy religion, but you speak with certainty, as if you really know the mind of the saint in the past."

Xue Ji smiled nervously:

"Of course I know, of course I know, no one in this world knows better than me."

Ji Pingan walked slowly to the bed, raised his hand and grabbed Xue Ji's embroidered shoes, took off one, threw it on the ground, and made a "da" sound, followed by the second one.

The delicate jade feet were exposed to the air, but the tentacles were not warm, but rather cold.

It's like holding a ball of snow.

Ji Pingan said "Oh" and said casually:

"Then tell me, why is she willing? How is Master Zhou better than me?"

Xue Ji was still smiling, but her eyes were filled with tears:

"He is a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than you in every aspect."

Ji Ping'an kicked off his boots and slowly climbed onto the bed. He leaned over and stared at the limp demon witch in a bright red wedding dress. Through the clothes, he tapped her legs with two fingers.

Then along the crotch, waist and abdomen... and finally stopping at the neckline:

"That's right, your mouth is stubborn, but I don't know if your mouth will still be as stubborn later."

He lightly pushed the button with his fingers, like a bamboo shoot, and unbuttoned the neckline, revealing a smooth and white neck, and then pinched a black string around the neck with a little curiosity.

Gently pulled out a semi-circular "jade pendant" with dense dark green patterns and simple and exquisite carvings from the inside of the shirt.

Its fracture is slightly rough, as if cut off in the middle by a sharp blade, leaving only half of it, which is made into a pendant and hung on the neck.

Xue Ji's tears welled up and slid down the corners of her eyes to the sides, her eyes had already been closed.

But at the moment when she sensed that the jade pendant was being pulled out, she suddenly generated a burst of strength from nowhere, and rushed towards Ji Pingan, intending to snatch it:

"give me back!"

At this moment, her eyes were full of ferocity, as if what she was snatching was not a jade pendant, but a life-saving straw, or the past that lasted hundreds of years.

Ji Pingan deftly avoided it, gripped half of the jade pendant tightly, his eyes became strange, and finally completed the final confirmation.

Of course, he would not be sure that she was the same person just because her appearance was similar to that of Xue Ji.

The previous series of words and temptations were not only a performance for the monitors outside the courtyard, but also a final determination.

However, Xue Ji, who had fallen into a desperate situation, could no longer notice the change in the expression of the demonic cultist on her body. Instead, she was crazy, like a furious and desperate female animal.

Shen Ming scratched Ji Pingan's chest with ten fingers, bit his shoulder with her teeth, and cursed angrily.

Use the most powerless and embarrassing posture to make the final resistance.

Ji Ping'an let Xue Ji bite her in silence. He lowered his head and watched a piece of silk on his shoulder being moistened.

Looking at the disheveled demon girl biting him fiercely, with bloodshot eyes.

Feeling the pain in his muscles, the mask on his face slowly squirmed, restoring the appearance he had had in his entire life.

Then, under Xue Ji's watchful eyes, he raised his palm up, his fingers wrapped around her pendant, and hung the half of the jade pendant in the air.

Then, his other hand reached into his bosom, and he also found half of the jade pendant, which was dark green in color and simple in style, and the fracture seemed to have been cut by a sharp knife.

The two jade pendants collided together gently, and the fractures fit together perfectly, just like their original appearance hundreds of years ago.

Xue Ji suddenly froze, and her struggling movements seemed to have pressed the "stop" button.

Still maintaining the biting posture, but suddenly blinked hard once, twice, three times, and as the tears in the eyes faded, everything became clear.

In the field of vision, there is a jade pendant that is completely indistinguishable from the memory.

And a young, strange face, that is not a "heir of the calligrapher", but another strange and familiar face.

He was looking at her gently and apologetically, that gaze was so familiar, it was clearly the appearance of someone hundreds of years ago.

A crazy idea popped up in Xue Ji's mind, she felt like she was electrified, but she couldn't believe it because her guess was too crazy.

Until a very low, almost mosquito-like voice sounded in my ears, a voice that only two people could hear:

"Xue Ji, it's me."

!!!

At this moment, Xue Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, as if hit by a turbulent current, she subconsciously let go of her mouth, her white teeth were stained with blood, she shook her head immediately:

"No, it's impossible, it's impossible..."

Ji Pingan suddenly said:
"Whenever your story is finished, it will be your death date."

In that winter when there was heavy snow, Xueji, who was a saint, lazily conveyed this will, and started a story meeting day and night, seven days.

Xue Ji was stunned and blankly repeated what the little military advisor once said:
"It's too cold, my cultivation base has been sealed, I can't bear it, I want a jar of wine to drink."

"You can't take it out to drink, you will be suspicious, so it can only be here."

"Good wine. Today, Xiaosheng will tell you a story about exchanging credit for 'wine'."

"Today's story is good. Here, take this elixir, it can keep out the cold."

"Thank you Saintess for the gift yesterday, how about telling a story about a world of ice and snow today?"

……

"My story is over, you can kill me."

"I changed my mind."

Brief silence.

On the marriage bed, Ji Ping'an leaned over, looked at the woman under him, and said:

"We can go together, I will get rid of the Gu worms for you, and return to freedom from now on."

Lying on the bed, Xue Ji looked up at the face that was so close to her, the face that was more familiar than the unfamiliar, tears welled up in her eyes again, but she tried her best to bite her lips to prevent herself from crying.

Then, it became a thin sob.

It is impossible for a third person in the world to know these conversations.

She opened her mouth, the saliva between her lips was sticky and elongated, her voice was dry and low, and she uttered two words softly:
"make a deal."

Ji Pingan laughed, then lowered his voice and said, "Sorry, I'm late."

Xue Ji burst into tears.

At this moment, any words have lost their meaning. The thoughts that have been accumulated for hundreds of years and span life and death. After despair and falling into the abyss again and again, they are pulled out of the bottom by the same person for the second time.

Everything has turned into the tenderness and sweetness at this moment.

Ji Ping'an smiled bitterly and whispered:

"That's almost it, or should you cry louder?"

Xue Ji's eyes widened, and she looked at him angrily and aggrievedly.

Ji Pingan had no choice but to point out the window, and then explained in a low voice.

There is surveillance... Xue Ji is not stupid, she is even smarter than most people. As soon as the point is mentioned at this moment, Ji Ping'an doesn't even need to explain, she already understands everything:
Since the Four Sacred Hierarchs wanted to punish her and spent a lot of time and effort to get this husband, they naturally wanted to make sure that they lost their chastity.

The old woman and others were watching outside to prevent accidents.

That is to say, we must first find a way to get those people away, so that the two can talk normally, otherwise, if the stalemate lasts too long, suspicion will inevitably arise.

Ji Pingan lowered his voice: "We can make a scene first to fool them."

Xue Ji thought for a while, nodded seriously, then shook her head again, with a firm tone:

"Can the fake show be done for real?"

Ji Pingan:? ?
In the next second, a gust of fragrant wind blows towards the face.

……

……

Outside the courtyard.

The night was quiet, and the noise of the banquet in the distance was getting smaller and smaller. The old woman in gray clothes was almost close to the door, listening carefully. There was also a maid standing around, looking at her nose with her eyes, and her nose with her heart.

With the blessing of her cultivation, the old woman could hear most of the sounds in the house.

Although it was inconvenient to see it with her own eyes, with the dialogue and sound, she clearly made up the story behind the closed door in her mind:
From Ji Pingan's performance of poking at Xue Ji, to threats, to the sound of the shoes falling on the ground, and the sound of the two climbing onto the bed, it was coherent and exciting.

The old woman couldn't help feeling:

As expected of a scholar, he is very clever and very good at playing.

Immediately afterwards, when she heard the sound of fighting and Xue Ji's cursing, she even showed a happy smile.

Then, a series of sobbing and crying sounds came from the room, and then, after a brief silence, a sharp exclamation came out of the small courtyard.

The sound of silk being torn, the shrill cry, the cry of struggle and despair, and then turned into a murmur of pleas and sounds mixed with the impact of heavy objects.

The first curses and wailings also turned into another string of tunes.

A group of maids outside the door blushed and were secretly dumbfounded when they heard that, the new son-in-law was so brave that he defeated ten meetings with all his strength.

I really can't see it...

The gray-clothed old woman cursed in a low voice:
"Little Hoof, you pretended you would rather die than submit before, bah...so old that you still believe it."

After finishing speaking, she consciously slipped her tongue, raised her head and glanced at a group of waiting maids, and said with a cold snort:

"What are you still doing? Listening to the music? Why don't you go back with the old man and report to the island owner?"

All the maids hurriedly responded, and in the blink of an eye, a group of female believers who felt that the dust had settled and the task had been completed turned into a puff of smoke, left the wedding room, and rushed towards the study of the Lord Qianjiao in the distance.

……

Friends meeting yesterday, hangover, and now a little groggy...

(End of this chapter)