Shen Ning was furious and raised her hand to give her a palm, but Master Qianmian grabbed her wrist. She was struggling hard when she heard Master Qianmian raised his head and shouted:
"Father!"
She turned around and saw the Master of Zixiao Pavilion appearing at the door at some unknown time. He was still sitting in the wheelchair, but his face looked very tired and his eyes were full of red threads, as if he had not slept all night.
"Little white-eyed wolf, let me go!" She struggled again, and Master Qianmian finally let her go.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion looked from the face of Young Master Qianmian to Shen Ning. Seeing the anger on her face, he said: "Girl, don't forget our agreement. If you give me the drawings, I will let you go."
Shen Ning said angrily: "Your adopted son is pestering me here, telling me how to draw the picture!"
"Xiao'er, get out!" The Master of Zixiao Pavilion glared at Young Master Qianmian.
"Yes, foster father." Young Master Qianmian looked at Shen Ning and slowly walked out of the door. He waited until his back was invisible and then the Master of Zixiao Pavilion said calmly: "Girl, don't delay any more. , if you finish the painting earlier, you can leave earlier. Don’t you want to return to your emperor husband earlier? "
Shen Ning's heart moved and she blurted out: "Uncle, you are well-informed and have great magical powers. Do you know how he is doing now?"
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion squinted at her: "Of course I know."
"Then tell me, how is he now? Is he... is he very angry?"
She originally thought that the Master of Zixiao Pavilion would not answer, but she did not know that the Master of Zixiao Pavilion did.
"No, you guessed wrong. What I can tell you is that he is not in the imperial capital now."
"If he's not in the imperial capital, then where is he?"
"I have no comment on this. Girl, as long as you give me the blueprint, I will send someone to send you away immediately to see your emperor husband. Only my people can find him in this world. Otherwise, you are When I returned to the palace, I couldn’t see him.”
Shen Ning was shocked and looked at him with wide eyes: "You mean, you caught him? Don't you?"
"of course not."
Shen Ning nodded, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I guess not. His martial arts is very good, not much worse than your uncle. Even if you attack him yourself, you may not be able to defeat him. Your disciples will Not to mention."
"Nonsense! Who said I can't beat him!" The master of Zixiao Pavilion was furious. He raised his hand and struck out with a strong wind. All the bowls, chopsticks, cups and plates on the table were swept to the ground by this palm. The pong ground was smashed to pieces.
Shen Ning stuck out her tongue: "Uncle, I was wrong. Your kung fu is much better than his. He will definitely not be able to beat you."
"Hmph!" Master Zixiao Pavilion tried hard to calm down his anger and said, "I keep my word. If you hand over the drawings, I will send you to your husband. Little girl, if you don't want to go, then stay here. Live here for the rest of your life."
After he finished speaking, he turned his wheelchair and left without looking back.
Shen Ning made a face at his back: "Why is it so cruel? I obviously want it in my heart, but I have to hide it, so it's so unpleasant."
Although the master of Zixiao Pavilion heard her complaints, he pretended not to hear it, pushed his wheelchair to the study, and studied the ink himself.
He calculated that Shen Ning would definitely come.
Sure enough, not long after, Shen Ning also came in. When she saw the ink grinded in the inkstone, she said "Eh".