The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 185 The Poor Man

The old man in Tsing Yi asked curiously: "Boy, why? Do you know how many people want to be my apprentice?"

"If you don't want to, you just don't want to. Where did you come from?" Luo Qing said apologetically, "Farewell!"

He turned and walked away without even a moment's pause.

"Brother, this kid is quite courageous, with average talent, but unfortunately, I'm afraid he has nothing to do with him." The old man in black had a look of pity, even showing his ignorance of young people.

After a long time, the old man in Tsing Yi stroked his white beard and thought for a while: "I think this kid refuses to be a teacher, maybe there are other reasons..."

"Other reasons?" the old man in black looked at the old man in green and asked back.

The old man in Tsing Yi didn't answer, but said to him: "Let's go, I'm tired."

Hearing this, the old man in black had a helpless expression on his face, there was no sense of being tired in the word "tired" by junior brother, it seemed to be perfunctory.

……

After Luo Qingxie returned to the palace, she took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and then closed the door.

The maids and servants in the garden looked at each other, since the son came back, something seemed wrong.

During this period, Yun Hua knocked on the door many times, but there was no response, even if it was a small voice.

In the room, Luo Qingxie closed her eyes and fell into sad memories.

That past event was something she never wanted to bring up. She wished that it was just a dream. When she woke up from the dream, it would disappear and be forgotten.

It's not that she didn't hear Yun Hua's eager call and knock on the door, but she was tired, that's all.

just that...

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly broke her memory, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

That was the sound of the door breaking, and Luo Qingxie helplessly looked at Luo Xingtian who was walking towards her quickly.

"This door is made of golden nanmu, grandpa, you are really willing to do it." Seeing the door collapsed, Luo Qingxie felt distressed, no matter how rich she was, it shouldn't be ruined like this.

Who knew that Luo Xingtian didn't care about it, he said: "If it's broken, it's broken, the old man will call someone to redecorate it later."

Luo Qingxie was helpless. He looked at Yun Hua who came after him, and said, "Yun Hua, you just squinted for a while, why did you call grandpa?"

Yun Hua thumped and knelt on the ground.

"Your Highness, the servant is also worried. The prince has been in the room for four and a half hours since he came back. The servant is afraid that something will happen..." Yun Hua's eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and he lowered his head and dared not look at it. Half of the world.

Luo Qingxie seemed helpless, but also seemed to have a flash of pity, and said to Yun Hua, "What will happen to this son? You are suspicious."

Luo Xingtian waved his hand at Yun Hua: "Get back."

After Yun Hua retreated, Luo Xingtian said to Luo Qingxie, "Which bastard bullied you? The old man will deal with him personally!"

"No one dares to bully me, Grandpa, you are overthinking." Luo Qingxie said helplessly.

Seeing that Luo Qingxie didn't have any injuries, Luo Xingtian heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good, my eyes are always twitching when you go out this time, and I thought something happened to you."

"However, when you went out this time, a masked son suddenly appeared in the imperial city. He defeated Ning Ji's two sons in the phantom contest. Now the imperial city is probably covered with his hunting orders. Then Ning Ji It is a pitiful person, there are only two sons in total, unfortunately, one is paralyzed in bed, and the other has no son or daughter all his life."

The news spread so quickly?
A beam of light flashed across Luo Qing's evil eyes, she pretended to be shocked, her face didn't blush and her heart didn't jump, she said: "That masked son has avenged me, this time the Ning family can be regarded as retribution."

　poor person must have something mean.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)