The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Qiu Tong's face was pale, she shouldn't have said this, now that she has indirectly harmed Nan Gongchen, she would rather the master think she had selfish intentions, and would rather accept the master's punishment.

She has to admit that Wuxin is smarter than her and more foresighted than her. Now that the matter is unfolded, Wuxin's words hit the nail on the head, and there is no way to refute it.

"Wuxin's words make sense." Qing Jun's eyes flashed an unclear look, it is undeniable that Wuxin is very smart, he knew it the first time he saw Wuxin two years ago.

Qiongying was still careless, picked up the teacup to take a sip, then put it down again, as if tasting repeatedly.

"Sister, what do you want to do?" Qing Jun looked at her, bent his lips, and asked expectantly.

"Qingjun, now you are the person in charge of Zhuijin Tower, you can do whatever you want." Qiong Yingyun smiled lightly, and then continued to taste tea repeatedly, trying to adapt to another kind of tea. smell.

"Thank you, sister." Qing Jun bent his lips, feeling a little happier, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Wuxin's expression darkened, if it wasn't for Qingjun, the master would have done as she said, but she wanted to see what Qingjun would do.

Qiutong's expression was complicated, and she felt uneasy. Fortunately, the master didn't give an order, so there was still room for turning things around.

"Sister, do you like drinking tea very much?" Seeing that her cup of tea was about to run out, Qing Jun picked up the teapot and refilled her tea himself.

Hearing this, Qiongying hesitated for a while, then said, "Maybe I like it."

"Maybe? If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why maybe?" Qing Jun looked at her suspiciously, asking curiously like a child.

Qiongying was silent, maybe, because she was not sure, when she got used to other flavors, she might not like it.

"Maybe I like it. Is it possible to like it or not? Does it matter?" Qing Jun asked persistently.

"Perhaps." Qiongying smiled, but still gave an ambiguous answer.

Qingjun picked up the teacup, took a sip, the fragrance remained on the teeth and cheeks, light and fresh, without losing the fragrance of the tea, the tea leaves are of the highest quality, and the water is the water from milk springs in deep mountains, which is extremely difficult to absorb. As for the tea art, it is also extremely exquisite. In other words, this tea is a rare good tea.

"What time is it?" Qiongying put down the teacup and asked.

"It's already four quarters in the afternoon." Wu Xin replied.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Qiong Ying took out the veil and put it on again, her whole body was full of mysterious and unpeekable cold charm.

A few people left the door of the private room and went downstairs.

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NO.17 private room.

The atmosphere in the room was weird, and even the sound of bidding from outside the window could not conceal the weird atmosphere.

Only Nangong Yu was watching the auction downstairs by the window, and she was very happy. If she saw something, she could just ask Third Brother to take a picture of it.

Jing Ao rubbed his chin, Chen seemed to be a different person these few days, he didn't say more than ten sentences, he told him that the Dongfang family wanted to give Zi Yan to him, but he didn't respond at all.

"Brother, just tell me what you want. I find it disgusting to see you pretending to be melancholy." Jing Ao wanted to throw a banana peel, but seeing Nangong Chen's terrifying look, he withdrew his hand.

Nan Gongchen still didn't say a word, sitting on the side like an ice sculpture, his whole body was silent and dark, his face was gloomy and complicated.

"Third brother is in a bad mood these days, Jing Ao, please don't talk to him." Nangong Yu turned around and smiled at Jing Ao.