The ghost king chased his wife for 1000 days: the proud princess

"See the old lady ruthlessly."

Bai Jing suppressed his sadness, stood up and looked coldly at the hunched man: "What about others?"

Ruthlessly pursed her lips: "Go back to the old lady, the master has something to do, so he didn't come back."

"Is there something to do? How can he have so many things? He doesn't go home once a month, and if he has the ability, he will never come back for the rest of his life..."

"Master is reluctant to return to the valley because of a woman." Seeing Bai Jing's anger rising, Wu Qing immediately comforted him.

Sure enough, as soon as it was said that it was because of a woman, all of Bai Jing's arrogance dissipated, and he even showed a look of joy: "Lady? Come, come, ruthless, sit down and talk." Passionately pushed the man into the wooden chair, smiled Hehe poured tea.

The corners of Wuqing's mouth twitched, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. He couldn't control his mouth more and more. He betrayed his master just for fear of being insulted. In the situation just now, could he not put out the fire?The old man's heart was already ashamed, and if he made it worse, he couldn't do it: "It's like this, master, he met a woman not long ago, and he likes it very much. This subordinate visually predicts that the two will eventually get married."

"Oh? The girl from which family?" Bai Jing was elated, and this brat finally got his senses.

"can not say."

"You stinky boy, what can't you say? Are you afraid that I will ruin his good deeds? Ruthless, you should know that no one cares more about his life-long affairs than I do. I only match, let's talk about it "How did you make that girl look like a brothel girl?Otherwise, what are you afraid to say?

Grabbing the back of the head ruthlessly, I really can't say that the old lady only likes the kind of ladies from big families. In her eyes, women like Xuanyuanhuang belong to the unscrupulous type. Nor would he agree with Xuanyuanhuang's passing through the door: "Old madam, you can't say that there are reasons why you can't say it. In short, you can rest assured that your daughter-in-law will have it, and your grandson will have it too."

Bai Jing's face darkened, and just about to reprimand him in a low voice, he had an idea, and sneered, "You came back just to tell me this? What about the painting?" You thought she wouldn't be able to find out if you didn't tell me?

"Originally, the owner of Lingyan Pavilion said that he had found it, but after the master went, he said that he had disappeared." Wuqing reported the truth.

The old man rubbed his brows: "It's a broken painting, and its whereabouts are erratic. What's the matter? Or is it that your master didn't take this matter to heart at all?" She didn't understand that the painting was really so hard to find?How many years have you been?Not even a shadow.

With a ruthless smile: "Actually, it's not nothing at all. At least the painting has not been destroyed. Since it has already appeared in this world, with the master's ability, I will definitely be able to find it." To her, it was indeed a ruined painting, but this painting If it is in the hands of certain people, it is no longer a painting, but a way to threaten the master. Women, long hair but short knowledge.

"If you can find it, look for it. If you can't find it, forget it. For some things, it's better not to know." Looking at her husband's spiritual tablet again, the beauty is looking for flowers. She doesn't remember that she has ever looked for flowers. It only adds to the sadness, and when you walk out of the ancestral hall with your head bowed lonely, you should leave yourself some room for fantasy.

Wuqing also walked out, and went outside the village. Do you want to tell the master what you overheard just now?Forget it, it's harmful but not beneficial, let him continue to think that he has the most perfect father, a father who is worthy of his mother guarding the spiritual seat for the rest of his life, and if he can, he will find the painting in Longtan and Tiger's Den.

What kind of painting is it that makes so many people crazy, even the master died in its hands, and the Ghost King Valley wants wind and rain, but it can't get it.