She uses declarative sentences, in order to be a temptation.
Rong Yun seemed to see what she was thinking, and said coldly, "No."
Not? Su Luo's eyes were even more puzzled.
She clearly felt just now that when she said those four words in a declarative sentence, the corners of the beautiful master's eyebrows were about to fly.
It can be seen that he has great admiration for the woman in the painting.
Yet it is unattainable.
Guessing this, Su Luo's eyes turned to the woman in the painting again.
In her cognition, Master Beauty is almost flawless.
In terms of appearance, it definitely turns all sentient beings upside down.
When it comes to refining medicine, there is currently the only master-level pharmacist in the mainland.
In terms of cultivation, it is simply unfathomable.
In terms of status, the ten major forces are all rushing to fawn over.
In terms of charm, Fairy Yanxia pursued hard and failed.
Therefore, in her eyes, Master Beauty is definitely second to none, but the woman in the painting doesn't want him
Su Luo's heart faintly appeared with a touch of gossip.
"Master, then who is she?" Su Luo's eyes flashed with curiosity, and she leaned over to ask.
Rong Yun's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, but he soon regained his composure.
"You don't need to know." It was Rong Yun's usual cold tone who replied to Su Luo.
"Oh." Su Luo dragged her tail, feeling a little unfinished.
Seeing Master Beauty pour the wine by himself, Su Luo leaned forward, grabbed the jade pot, and poured the sake into the amber wine glass.
"Master, since she's not a mistress, what about my mistress?" Su Luo pretended to be curious about the baby and asked unintentionally.
"There is no mistress." Rong Yun's voice was calm.
"Is that so..." Su Luo understood. It turned out that her beauty master had a crush on the beauty in the painting and never married in her life.
"This feeling can be reminisced, but it was lost at the time. Come, Master, my disciple toast to you." Su Luo poured himself a glass of wine and raised a toast to invite.
However, when Su Luo read the poem, Rong Yun's expression was obviously shocked.
"Who taught you this poem?" Rong Yun's voice suddenly rose.
"Uh..." Su Luo didn't know how to explain with the glass in hand.
Who taught it? This poem was learned in modern times, does she want to tell the truth
But to be honest, Master obviously won't believe it.
"It seems that I suddenly have it in my mind, and I can't tell." Su Luo opened his mouth and said nonsense.
Rong Yun frowned and muttered to himself, "This is impossible... Did she ever come back?"
"Master, what's the matter? Who came back?"
"Drink your wine." Rong Yun scolded coldly, but his expression was still immersed in the poem just now.
Su Luo's heart was not so calm.
Just a few words from Master Rong Yun, there seemed to be a flash of light in her mind, but it disappeared quickly, she couldn't catch it.
Seeing Master Meiren drinking on her stomach, Su Luo thought for a while, and finally asked, "Master, you are so powerful, can you do your disciple a favor?"
"What?" Rong Yun's eyes became brighter after drinking, and the bright starlight became his foil.
"Master, you know, I'm not Su Zian's biological daughter." Su Luo put down the wine glass, looked slightly restrained, and said eloquently, "So I want to ask Master to help check my real life experience."
Nangong Liuyun had checked it before, but every time he found a critical moment, he would always be interrupted by an expert.
This made her full of doubts and even more curious.
If her background is very simple, then it is impossible for Nangong Liuyun not to find out.
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