Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 970 Just One, A Lonely Wandering Soul
Ning Xuan hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve to help his master wipe off the tea stains, but his master stopped him.

"You bastard, you can't do anything well, and you have to let the teacher worry about you."

Ning Xuan lowered his head, with a dejected look on his face, "Master taught me a lesson, but it's my apprentice's fault, so I made Master worry about it."

"Okay, you go out, go and bring the woman who is pregnant with your flesh and blood, as a teacher, first talk to Miss Murong, and after you finish speaking, let that woman come to see you as a teacher."

Ning Xuan looked up suddenly in shock, what the master just said, he wanted to see Qing Ning.

Seeing that Ning Xuan was silent, Master Ning glanced at him with cold eyes, Ning Xuan didn't dare to say anything else, and lowered his head respectfully, "Yes, Master, I understand, I will do it right away."

Master Ning nodded and looked at Murong Jingxue. Ning Xuan bowed and stepped back. When he got to Murong Jingxue's side, he raised his head and glanced at Murong Jingxue. In Murong Jingxue's eyes, that look was, um, somewhat meaningful. .

After Ning Xuan went out, he closed the door, and the smell in the room rushed straight into Murong Jingxue's nose, causing Murong Jingxue to sneeze several times.

"Miss Murong, please sit down." At this moment, Master Ning no longer had the harsh words he had just treated Ning Xuan, but instead made people feel a little, um, kind.

If he hadn't just witnessed the conversation and the way he spoke with Ning Xuan, Murong Jingxue would have thought that this old man was a kind and kind person.

Murong Jingxue covered her uncomfortable nose, walked slowly a few steps, sat down on the chair at the end, pointed at the rising smoke, and asked in a low voice, "May I ask what kind of incense is this?"

The kind old man smiled kindly, and said in a low voice, "This is a kind of incense made by the old man. What's the matter, doesn't it smell good?"

Murong Jing Xuepi smiled bluntly, still covering her nose, "No, maybe I'm not used to it."

The old man nodded, "Just get used to it."

After finishing speaking, he gave Murong Jingxue a meaningful look, and continued, "Miss Murong said yes?"

Murong Jingxue nodded, "Yes, yes."

It's a fart, she shouldn't get used to such an offensive smell, just thinking of this, unfortunately, she sneezed a few times again.

Murong Jingxue held back the sharp smell, and asked in a low voice, "I don't know why Master Ning asked me here?"

He couldn't have come to let her smell this scent, could he?
"Miss Murong is still used to using this body now?" The old man was smiling, looking so amiable, but what he asked made Murong Jingxue feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Murong Jingxue's face kept changing expressions, she didn't know how to answer him, did he know it?How did he know?How much does he know?These questions are popping up at this moment, bothering her.

"Miss Murong, don't be nervous. I just want to ask you a few simple questions to guess what I'm thinking." The old man smiled kindly again, but his smile made Murong Jingxue feel creepy.

As if guessing what Murong Jingxue was thinking, the old man said unhurriedly, "Actually, I already knew when I took your pulse last time. This body died as early as last year, and you are just a sojourner. It's just a wandering soul in this body, that is to say, you are not Murong Jingxue at all."

(End of this chapter)