As one of the top wealthy families in the Western Administrative Region, the Jiang family's every move has attracted much attention. However, the Jiang family has always kept a low profile. The last time they hosted a foreign guest was two years ago. It was Jiang Sijin's eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. The banquet venue was full of famous people, and some of them were common in TV news. familiar faces.
Not long after the New Year's Eve this time, invitations were sent out suddenly. The origin of the banquet was still Jiang Sijin's birthday. Everyone privately speculated about the Jiang family's intentions, and they all felt that it had something to do with the little princess' lifelong event. That's the little princess held in the palms of the Jiang family's family. Although the elder brother on the head is a bit annoying, but marrying it is a step up to the sky!
There are not one or two people who are moved.
But this has nothing to do with Jing Ling, he just went there, waiting for the Jiang family to find a perfect excuse for his ability. Yes, without him racking his brains, others will think it over for him.
When he first came to this world, he searched through the memory of the original owner. Except for his appearance, he was completely an ordinary person. But when he saw Xiao Hui in the Changchu Mountains, a memory suddenly revived in his mind, about a special teaching about an unknown old man.
Jing Ling was thinking at the time, is this the result of the system's efforts to correct the world for her at the last moment? After all, when doing missions before, every time he arrived in a new world, the system would arrange a new identity for him, the kind that couldn't find any problems at all. That's why he wondered whether it was the system's handwriting this time. After all, the accident happened too suddenly. If the system tried to arrange a way out for him, but for some reason, he got the wrong gender and hid a memory. Not impossible.
But things have happened, and there is no point in worrying about them.
They come, the security.
After reporting for the new semester, I had two days of classes, and it was Friday. Jing Ling greeted Jing Qiu before, and then asked Shen Ze to help book the ticket. After the latter knew where he was going, he was very worried about him, but he couldn't stop him, so he could only tell him earnestly, be careful not to drink things given by strangers, etc...
Jing Ling was speechless after hearing this, "Do you think I'm a little girl who doesn't understand anything?"
Shen Ze emphasized, "The little girl is not as good-looking as you are!"
Jing Ling, "...you won. I will pay attention, don't worry."
From Qincheng to Mingchuan, Lanzhou, the plane at 5pm arrived on time at 8:15pm. Because the registration needs to check the documents, Jing Ling did not wear a human skin mask as exaggeratedly as before, but only wore a wig and sunglasses, but the effect was unexpectedly good, and no one was recognized along the way. come out.
Jiang Sijin's birthday party was on Saturday night. Counting there is still a whole day, Jing Ling is not in a hurry, after putting the salute in the hotel room, he went out for a stroll in a leisurely manner.
Mingchuan is the center of Lanzhou, needless to say it is bustling and bustling. The night is shrouded in the sky over the city, and the neon lights support a city that never sleeps, and the closets of shops along the street are brightly lit, creating a luxurious and gorgeous world. The weather in the northwest is still cold in March, but after walking through the long main street to the square, many people still come out to play, and small vendors are naturally indispensable.
Jing Ling swayed around and was about to leave, but the girl on the bench next to him suddenly stopped him.
"Hey, handsome guy, how about some divination?" The girl's voice was crisp and pleasant, and she quickly added, "It doesn't cost money."
There is no free lunch in the world, this is what most people think. But Jing Ling was an exception. He was fearless, stopped and turned to look at the girl, and asked with a smile, "Because I'm good-looking?"
Girl: "..."
It was cold for a few seconds. The girl suddenly couldn't help laughing, "Actually, my fortune-telling is based on fate, but people who are good-looking are usually destined. Although your entire face is almost covered, but based on my years of experience, I can conclude that , must be an excellent bone appearance."
"Do you mind if I sit here?" Jing Ling pointed to the empty seat next to her. Seeing the girl nodding in agreement, he sat down.
"What kind of algorithm? Palmistry or character reading?" He asked.
The girl tilted her head and looked at him, "You seem to understand it well. These three are common, and they are also the favorites of street swindlers. But I am different, I am a family-renowned skill, and I can see the short-term future with only one pair of eyes .”
Jing Ling's focus is a bit crooked, "Why is it short-term instead of long-term?"
The girl who was questioned didn't care, "Life is a journey full of variables, and I can see the ending. I am not a human but a god."
"What about my future? What did you see?" Jing Ling stopped asking about that topic, and instead brought up the original intention of staying.
Hearing this, the girl's gaze fell steadily on his face. She has a pair of beautiful almond eyes, the corners of which are slightly upturned, making her look charming. But at this moment, the four eyes are facing each other, but it gives people a deep feeling for no reason.
"Going to the southwest, there will be some small troubles, and at the same time, it is also your destiny." After a long time, the girl looked away, her face was slightly paler than before, and she would not have noticed it if she was not careful.
Jing Ling couldn't help but find it a little funny. The word "little trouble" is too general to be counted at all. As for fate, it is even more ridiculous. Although I have adapted to this identity well, it has only been less than a year, and there is still a big gap compared with the previous decades. Maybe one day in the future he will fall in love with a girl, but definitely not now.
But the southwest is not wrong, isn't the Jiang family in the southwest
"Thank you beauty, it's getting late, if you're okay, you'd better go home early, it's not safe to be late." He was about to get up and leave after finishing speaking. The girl next to her also stood up and shrugged, "It's time to go, see you soon!"
"goodbye!"
However, the result is that the two people who said goodbye to each other always took the same route, came to the same hotel, then went to the same floor, and finally stared at the door of two adjacent rooms.
"What a coincidence!" Jing Ling laughed.
"It's really a coincidence," the girl nodded, "My name is Yang Xinyao."
"Jing Ling."
The girl was a little surprised when she heard his name, "It's you." Such a tone is not what fans should have for idols. Sure enough, the girl added, "I've heard about you, and I'm here for you this time. Let me introduce myself again, one of the five families, the Dongfang Yang family, the fourteenth generation descendant."
This way of introduction, Jing Ling can basically be sure that this is one of the unscientific categories in this world, just like Bai Ningxi's Bai family. Admittedly, he had some interest in it, but hallways were not the place to talk.
"There is a restaurant on the sixth floor of the hotel. I wonder if it is an honor to invite Ms. Yang to dinner?"
The other party readily agreed.
It's dinner, but it's already supper. The meal didn't take long, it was over in about twenty minutes. After all, they are not familiar with each other, and they just talk through eating. If the other party was the same gender as him, Jing Ling wouldn't go around and invite someone into the room directly.
After leaving the restaurant and returning to the guest room floor, after saying good night to each other, the two went back to their rooms. Jing Ling simply took a shower, put on her own bathrobe and fell on the bed, while thinking about the news she just heard from Yang Xinyao, she quickly fell asleep.
Woke up early the next morning, went out to have breakfast after washing up, and met Yang Xinyao again when I opened the door. So the one-person trip became a two-person trip. They met again at lunch afterwards, and the two simply made an appointment to go to Jiang's house together in the afternoon.
It was around four o'clock in the afternoon. After Jing Ling packed up, she waited for Yang Xinyao for another half an hour before they left the hotel together. The car called by the waiter is already waiting at the door. After the two got into the car, the driver asked, "Where are you going?"
"Shangxian Mountain." Jing Ling replied. The Shangxian Mountain here does not really refer to the mountain, but refers to the group of villas under the mountain. Although the location is not in the city center where every inch of land is expensive, it is the undisputed top-level real estate in Mingchuan, where rich and powerful gather, and money cannot buy it.
Just as the driver was about to say something, Jing Ling added, "I know that taxis are not allowed in there, so you just drive, and the pay will definitely satisfy you."
After he had said that, the driver stopped talking, started the engine and drove to Shangxian Mountain in the southwest. The traffic along the way was fairly smooth, and it took about 50 minutes to drive down the mountain. From a distance, I saw a checkpoint set up in front, and two men in military uniforms were standing guard.
The driver stopped the car twenty meters away. After paying the 00 yuan fare, Jing Ling and Yang Xinyao got out of the car. While walking, Jing Ling joked, "You said we have two invitation cards, will they let a taxi in?"
Yang Xinyao smiled, "Don't even look at this place, let alone two, even if you have twenty tickets, you won't be able to get in. Oh no, if there are really twenty tickets, you probably have to be invited in." She said When asking for words, I emphasized the tone.
While they were talking, the two had already walked to the checkpoint, and the guard stopped them without any surprise. After seeing the invitation card in their hands, they checked it carefully with suspicion and confirmed that it was genuine. Then let the two go in.
After some distance from the checkpoint, Jing Ling asked Yang Xinyao, "You should have friends here. It's not difficult to borrow a car. Why do you want to take a taxi with me and enjoy this special treatment?"
The latter replied very sincerely, "I'm bored."
At this moment, Jing Ling's cell phone rang, and the caller showed that it was Jiang Sijin.
"Hello, Miss Jiang."
"Sorry Jingling, I'm too busy here to pick you up, so I can only ask Sixth Brother to help arrange it. Where are you now? If you don't know the place, you can ask the driver who will pick you up."
Jing Ling replied calmly, "We've arrived at the foot of Shangxian Mountain, and we'll be there soon." After a short chat, he hung up.
Then Yang Xinyao said, "Look, little trouble."
Jing Ling didn't care, "It's just a group of dead sisters, as expected."
Just as the voice fell, the roar of the engine came from behind. A few seconds later, a sports car stopped next to the two of them, "Are you two going to Jiang's house?"
At this time Yang Xinyao suddenly approached and whispered, "It's destined."