Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Chapter 119
Yin Luo was a descendant of the Yin family of Daliang since he was born. He was brought up by Ming Fanlan, the second master in the world and the second princess of Daliang. He should have been noticed, but what about Wen Ting'er?She is just the daughter of a concubine of the Wen family. Her mother left long ago and her father died tragically in Jiudu Cave. She had to fight desperately to get where she is today. But she was tired and she didn't dare to fight with Yin Luo. I have no intention of competing with Yin Luo.

Yin Luo was very kind to her, and it was impossible for Wen Ting'er to break the only warmth she had for her own selfish desires.

She regrets it now. Why didn't she try it in the first place?It must be too late now, right?The new girl wearing a goose-yellow dress appeared next to Meng Qingyue. Her eyebrows were brighter than Yin Luo's. When she looked at Meng Qingyue, love overflowed from the slightly raised corners of her mouth, and she looked... Make people love you.

If Yin Luo is the sacred flame that burns away all filth, then the girl in yellow is the brave sunflower in full bloom, the sun on the earth.

Meng Qingyue is the only bright moon in the sky. Perhaps in the future, it will also be the moon that belongs to only one person.

But that person won't be her anyway.

Wen Ting'er smiled mockingly to herself. She was just a withered grass in the dark and gloomy mountains. How could she dare to dream of possessing the only moon in the world?

However, she refused to accept it.

The withered grass can be burned away by the flames, but it will never bow to the sun on the ground!
Want to fight?Wen Ting'er asked himself.

She looked up at the sun, which was heading westward. Her tears evaporated on her face, leaving traces of tears, which were strangely dry.

The voice in her heart made her flinch again——

Forget it, it's too late, there are some things that if you are not brave at first, you will never have the chance again.

Yes, the way Meng Qingyue looked at the girl in yellow clothes was very different, and there was also a vague love in it.

This withered grass of hers should have been lying quietly in the dark mountains.

Yin Luo showed no signs of waking up. When Chi Ye, who had visited her, strolled out of the Golden Lotus Courtyard, he looked up and saw Wen Ting'er, who was frustrated and sitting on the eaves of the Guanjin Pavilion, drinking. She was as transparent as him and understood immediately. He knew what was going on, but he was not interested in going up to talk to him. He walked forward slowly. Suddenly he remembered that he had not seen Yu Ruyi's golden pagoda up close after coming to Changlin Cliff for so long, so he planned to go back to Qingting Courtyard to call him. Let’s go together with Nie Renxi to visit this “Jiangnan landmark building”.

"Hey!"

Chi Ye, who was passing by Guanjin Pavilion, was stopped by Wen Ting'er. He looked up at her with a calm expression and said nothing.

Wen Ting'er, who had recovered from the loss just now and regained her composure, looked at Chi Ye up and down, and asked the question she had always wanted to ask: "Aren't you from Daliang?"

Chi Ye turned around to look at her, "Miss Wen, why do you ask this?"

"That day before I planted the mother Gu in you, I tested whether your internal strength was in conflict with my third sister's," Wen Ting'er still had a cold face and no fluctuation in her tone.

Chi Ye nodded and raised his eyebrows, not caring, "What do you want to say? Just say it."

"You can learn the ultimate swordsmanship, have a body protected by a four-inch indestructible cicada spirit, and wear an embroidered dragon robe..." Wen Ting'er revealed his identity: "There is only one person in this world, and you are the regent of Southern Xia. "

There was no emotion on Chi Ye's face, as if it didn't matter whether his identity was revealed or not. He just replied: "Miss Wen is well-informed." It was considered an admission.

Just when Chi Ye thought Wen Ting'er was about to test his purpose of coming to Daliang, he heard Wen Ting'er say: "My third sister is an excellent person." This seemingly sudden and unprepared statement was actually made by Wen Ting'er. She said this after careful consideration. She thought that since the green-robed young master in front of her was willing to expend his inner strength to save Yin Luo, it must be because Yin Luo was very important to him.There are only so many kinds of relationships between men and women in this world. Since he and Yin Luo are not related, they must be in love. After Wen Ting'er leaves Baiqi Villa, if Yin Luo cannot fully recover, he will have to bother Chi Ye to take care of him. …

Wen Ting'er hopes Yin Luo is happy.

This was the first time in her life that she took the initiative to praise others in front of others, although it sounded a bit like what a matchmaker said.

Chi Ye nodded thoughtfully and replied: "Don't worry, I won't kill the mother Gu."

Wen Ting'er:...

Chi Ye walked slowly towards the Qingting courtyard, completely unaware of Wen Ting'er's half-blackened face.

The days pass by day by day, like the passing river water slipping through the fingertips, and you can't catch it even if you want to.

Yin Luo woke up in the afternoon of the eighth day after the group returned to Baiqi Villa. Her heartbeat had almost recovered under the healing power of Chiye Zhenqi, but she had lost a lot of weight, her expression was wilted, and her lips were pale. There was no blood color, and he looked like he was recovering from a serious illness.

Wen Ting'er took her pulse again and prescribed medicine, saying that she should recuperate for a few more days for consolidation, and repeatedly told her not to use the forbidden technique of bone-penetrating golden needles again.

Yin Luo nodded in agreement, but there was a look on her face that she didn't listen. She looked at Chi Ye, who had provided her with Qi to heal her injuries in the past few days, then at Nie Renxi, who looked concerned, and finally at the smiling Nie Renxi. Meng Qingyue stood aside.

Yin Luo, who didn't see Yu Ruyi and Ming Fang, frowned and asked, "Where have they gone?"

"The fourth prince Mingbiao died unexpectedly on Haiyan Mountain. Emperor Chongwen was so furious that he fainted after hearing the news. Mingfang went back to take care of Emperor Chongwen, but she sent a message yesterday and came back. Emperor Chongwen is fine. She will come to see him in two days. Us." Meng Qingyue said.

Wen Ting'er lowered her eyes after hearing these words, her face was not expressionless, she just thought: It turns out that she is the princess of Daliang.

Nie Renxi explained Yu Ruyi's whereabouts to Yin Luo: "Yin Luo, you don't know that the No. [-] Zhuzhu monk in the world who came to make trouble at the Yingyan Banquet died in Houzhou this morning! Yu Ruyi was alone after hearing the news He rode his horse and rushed there, saying that he wanted to settle an old relationship for the old man Yu Gua, but he hasn't come back yet." He muttered a few words: "I don't know if he is interested in the tea there..."

Ming Biao died, and Emperor Chongwen's old illness relapsed?Yin Luo looked confused, but did not dwell too much on this matter. As long as the person who died was not Emperor Chongwen, it had nothing to do with her. As for the fact that Fuzhu Monk died in Houzhou, it was really outrageous.

Houzhou is famous for its tea in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are no Jianghu sects in charge. Could it be that Monk Fuzhu died after drinking poisonous tea?
"How did Monk Fuzhu die?" Yin Luo asked.

Wen Ting'er raised his eyes and looked at her, "He went to an old tea farmer in Zhu Town, Houzhou, saying he wanted revenge, but he couldn't defeat him."

Yin Luo's face became even more confused, "Is there such a master in Houzhou? Isn't the monk Fuzhu the fifth master in the world?"

Chi Ye spoke: "He was hit by Xie Yuzhi's poisonous palm at the Zuanying Banquet. He was seriously injured even if he died. After he forced the remaining poison out of his body, his skills were not as good as before. I heard that there was a man in Daliang in the early years. The expert is keen on growing tea and now lives in seclusion, presumably in Houzhou, the tea town in the south of the Yangtze River."

(End of this chapter)