Fu Ling looked at his leaving figure, feeling more bitter and annoyed in her heart, but more helpless, with a doting smile on her lips.
Chu Qing walked out of the courtyard, holding a green flute in his hand, and his thoughts kept racing. He didn't think he necessarily needed Fu Ling's help, and besides, she was a woman.
In this era, men rely on women like an accessory, and he doesn't want that.
This is what makes him even more angry. He doesn't want to know what Fu Ling thinks about him. He only knows that now he just wants to prove that he is no worse than women.
He rubbed his brows helplessly. Although his current information network in Qianji Pavilion was very famous, many Jianghu forces also knew that the backers behind Qianji Pavilion were very high.
However, this is not the case for the Jiu Sheng Sect, which is equally famous as him. Compared to the Qianji Pavilion, the killers in the Jiu Sheng Sect will inevitably be injured when performing tasks.
So he decided to apply for some medicine and money from the emperor and put it in the Nine Lives Sect. After a few days, he went to the mercenary camp to pick up the task and gave it to them for training.
With this thought, he entered the palace alone.
By the time he came out, it was already evening.
When he returned to Dai Gong's house, he went into the room and fell asleep because he felt too tired. There were too many etiquettes when entering the palace.
What's more, he himself has something to do tomorrow
The next day, it was early morning, and the dawn had just reached the top.
When he gets up, after sleeping enough, he opens the window and bathes in the sunshine, which makes him feel warm and energetic.
Otherwise, he would not be in such a good mood today.
The colleague who was in a good mood, Poria came over early in the morning. When he saw this person walking towards him, his eyes were a little blank, and he didn't understand what she wanted to ask when she came over.
Fuling's mood when she came back was a bit complicated. Although she had heard some rumors, she knew it was not true, and it would definitely not be true.
She was now in a state of self-hypnosis. Seeing that he was still living here, she felt relieved.
Otherwise, she was really worried that if he left, she would not be able to find him.
"Chu Qing, I'm here." As if she didn't know how to speak to him, she could only walk over slowly.
The corner of Chu Qing's mouth twitched. Would he believe that she would come here without anything going on
Not to mention that he caught a trace of doubt in her eyes, and that she wanted to keep her footsteps low as she walked, no one would believe that she just came to see him.
"What's wrong? Do you have anything to ask?" Chu Qing suddenly remembered that she wanted to help her with something yesterday.
I can't help but have a headache, if it's true...
"No, I just want to ask if you want me to assist you, so that you can relax." There seemed to be a trace of confusion and anger hidden in her eyes.
"No, I can do it myself." He thought it was something, but ended up asking himself.
Faced with his repeated rejections, Poria recalled some of the gossip she heard in the morning and couldn't help but become suspicious.
"Why, I, there is nothing I can do to help you. You are willing to go to Shi Wushuang but not me. What do you mean?" She suddenly asked loudly, almost gritting her teeth.
Chu Qing was stunned, what the hell
"What's the matter?" she blurted out and asked, almost making Fu Ling jump with anger.
"What's the matter? Didn't you ask the emperor to ask Shi Wushuang to help you? Why are you pretending to be confused?" She gritted her teeth in anger, but ignored the confusion on his face.