Because of Rong Xian's coquettish actions, the sullen qi in Feng Yan's heart couldn't be gathered.
He said helplessly: "Master, if the Seventh Prince returns to the Rong Kingdom and does something out of the ordinary, can Master give him a chance because of his disciple's affection?"
"Yes." Rong Xian slowly blinked her eyes and said slowly, she rubbed the edge of the teacup, tilted her head slightly to look at Feng Yan, and gave a faint smile after thinking about it: "Only one chance."
Feng Yan frowned and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."
Rong Xian sighed unhurriedly: "I have always been kind to people, and I walk the world mostly as a doctor. I didn't expect that being a teacher in Yan'er's heart would be a ruthless person, even your friends will not be spared."
Her face was as freehand as ever, but what she said in her mouth was not like that: "As a teacher, I always feel that if I don't do something, I'm sorry for your heart."
Feng Yan's expression froze.
Rong Xian chuckled lightly and said, "Don't be afraid, it's a joke for the teacher."
Feng Yan smiled dryly and did not answer.
When he first met Shizun in the lower realm, he thought he was an ordinary good-hearted doctor. When he met him in Guitu City for the second time, he thought Shizun was just a remnant soul, and he went to him out of pity.
When he came to Zhongqianjie and heard the legend of Shizun, Feng Yan only had one thought, is Shizun being a big one
That is, from then on, he realized that the majesty of the master overwhelmed the world, powerfully deterring the world.
After hearing more about Master's deeds, the weak and harmless impression in Feng Yan's consciousness was slowly replaced by the abyss-like depth.
That's why he was worried that the master would hurt his friend.
After all, the emperor's mind, no one can be sure.
Rong Xian lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes.
That's all, I never thought of letting Feng Yan trust her completely.
She slowly got up from the boat, looked at the lake below, and said leisurely, "Daxia Sanjue, how many times has Yan'er seen?"
Feng Yan's expression became even stiffer. He only told Su Yuyang and Jia Yang when he came to Daxia to see the Three Jue.
How did the Master know
Could it be that Shizun was always by his side at that time
Feng Yan couldn't say what it was like in his heart, he just didn't feel very good.
He was very grateful that the master gave him the sword script, and he respected the master from the bottom of his heart.
But this feeling of always being watched makes him feel that he is not trusted by the master.
It was very difficult.
Of course, he didn't completely trust the master, or he didn't completely trust the master's methods.
In order to achieve a certain purpose, she plans to make plans, and it is very likely that she will even count herself.
Disciple or something, it really doesn't matter.
Because of this, Feng Yan is guarding against Master in these matters.
But he had 100% confidence in the Master's thoughts towards him, and the Master would certainly not hurt him.
It sounds contradictory, but it's actually the same thing.
Just like #I don't believe in your person but I believe in your principles#.
But in this regard, Feng Yan is also #cyan is better than blue#.
For example, now, Feng Yan took out a small mirror from his arms.
Just as his Yuan force was input into the mirror, the figures of Su Yuyang and Jia Yang appeared in it.
Rong Xian leaned over to take a look, and said in a sparse and ordinary tone, "Have you put a mind on them?"
This so-called split spirit is a secret method collected in the sword canon.
You can separate a strand of your own consciousness into the energy of heaven and earth and store it anywhere.
It's not very useful, but it can collect intelligence within ten miles around.
It is equivalent to a collection of modern listener monitors.
Feng Yan said calmly: "They are all my good brothers, and Da Xia is not familiar with his life, so I definitely want to make plans for them. It's just for safety."
Rong Xian nodded knowingly, still sighing in her heart that her apprentice's desire to protect and control is quite strong.
Cangtian: "... What kind of identity do you say this, cub?"
Rong Xian pondered for a moment, then Ai Ai said: "Probably the identity of the senior."
Cang Tian: "Be confident and remove 'probably'."
Rong Xian didn't get angry when she was slapped at the head. She even praised the sky very nicely: "Yan'er's behavior of monitoring people is my style. This apprentice has won my true heritage, and I am very relieved."
Heaven:…
Heaven also has to admit, this is really #not a family does not enter a door#.
In addition to not having his master's hobby of drama, Feng Yan is very similar to his master in his serious and official virtues and the inertia of being distracted when he sees people.
Mingming Fengyan didn't stay by Rong Xian's side for long, but the extent of the impact was only Rong Yu.
There is no one else who has such a strange influence.
Rong Xian was silent for a moment, then said with emotion: "This is inheritance~"
Heaven:…
Sorry, my stomach is a little sick.
Oh, it doesn't seem to have human organs.
But it doesn't matter, just describe the feeling.
It doesn't matter if Cang Tian is hidden, Rong Xian looked at Feng Yan, and said in a curious tone, "Did you give the Seventh Prince a piece of mind?"
Feng Yan nodded and shook his head again.
Without waiting for Rong Xian to ask, he said regretfully, "The Seventh Prince had a detached spirit originally. I heard him say that Xia Xianzi announced his summons, and he recovered the detached spirit in order to prevent Xia Tianzi from discovering it."
Heaven: Nothing to say.
After Feng Yan finished speaking, he answered the first question asked by Rong Xian: "The three elite disciples have only seen Jiu Di Ji."
I went with the Seventh Prince to see him.
Feng Yan slammed his mouth and said with a smile: "This Jiudi Ji is as beautiful as a fairy, with a graceful figure..."
Just as he was speaking, Feng Yan paused, and his eyes swept over Rong Xian's body delicately and calmly.
After so many years, why is Master still like a little girl who hasn't grown up in her teenage years
Rong Xian hesitated for a while, then reached out and knocked on Feng Yan's forehead, and it could be seen from his demeanor that he was stiff and unfamiliar.
But that didn't hide the gentle intimacy of going there.
"What is Yan'er thinking, huh?" Rong Xian lowered her voice, the end of which carried the danger of being unclear.
Feng Yan shrank his neck, laughed dryly, and hurriedly continued: "Anyway, that Jiudi Ji is very beautiful."
Rong Xian sat back to her original position, her hands resting on her cheeks thoughtfully: "Do you want to be a concubine?"
Feng Yan said regretfully, "But I'm late. I heard that Jiu Di Ji Xin belongs to her."
Rong Xian was really surprised this time. With the noble status of Jiu Di Ji and her reputation all over the world, wouldn't it be better to be high above the ground
Maybe when her brothers fight for the throne, she, the fisherman, will finally benefit.
Even if this opportunity is too ethereal - after all, her Jiudi Ji is not a princess but just an emperor's princess, and the emperor's princess has no right of inheritance.
But if all the brothers died and she was the only one left alive, it would be impossible for the heir to choose her.
It is impossible for Xia Tianzi to hand over the country of Nuoda to others.
This Jiudi Ji is still too small.
What kind of love and hate is entangled in the red dust, and when she has power and power, she directly snatch the person she likes back to the palace.
Isn't it fragrant
PS: Thank you Cang Cang for cheering, I love Yuyu little angel for the reward, thank you (づ￣ 3￣)づ
(End of this chapter)