The Empress’ Poor Quality Special Effects

Chapter 219: A faint trace of my heart

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After Wu Ziming left, the lingering smell in the room finally dissipated completely.

Yu Jing looked at the leaving figure of the man outside the window and gently rolled the rim of the cup with his hand. After the door was carefully closed by Ning'er, A-li and A-yan reappeared at the door of the house.

"Master, do you have any orders?"

"Go and see him." Yu Jing said softly.

"Yes." A Li immediately turned around and left. But Ayan couldn't walk around in heavy makeup, so he stood at the door waiting for orders.

At this time, Wu Sheyue glanced at Yu Jing with some displeasure and scolded him: "What are you doing here? Why don't you leave after the house is cleaned up? What if he came to stumbling on me today..." If Wu Ziming planned to harm her today, then this matter would just be over.

Yu Jing drank the last sip of tea in the cup - it was the tea that Wu Sheyue had taken away from his private residence. Then, out of boredom, he stretched out his hand to smooth a strand of hair from her temples, holding it ambiguously in front of his eyes and shaking it.

"Do you think he has the guts to come and make a fuss about me? Besides, this should be part of the cooperation, and there should be a suitable person in the prime minister's office who knows about it." He deliberately let Wu Ziming know about it today, and there was something else. planned.

Wu Sheyue rolled her eyes impatiently and ignored his frivolous behavior. "Yes, who dares to confront the young prince, but if it were Wu Ziqi or any of them, these people would have many ways to avoid you and take me out alone. Then Wu Lixiang's matter will come again Once again? You are just causing trouble for me."

She really didn't know why this third lady was so hated and looked down upon by everyone who caught her. The troubles haven't stopped in the past few months. She owed money to someone in her previous life, right

Yu Jing pondered for a long time, probably agreeing with her words. After a while, he said with some caution and seriousness: "But what you did was also very risky, and it was so clumsy that even a fool could see it."

To harm someone in such a serious way is a bit disrespectful. Wu Sheyue turned around and glared at Yu Jing, but when she saw that he was holding her hair and looking at her seriously, she immediately turned away her eyes awkwardly and said in a very unhappy voice: "What can I do if it's clumsy? The purpose is enough. He came to my territory alone, does he still want to grab my pigtails and show it to others? Even if he dared to do it just now, I knew it, and I can handle it myself. "

She had a childish temper if she said that. At that time, she couldn't even move away from the masked woman. No matter how you say it, Wu Ziming is that person's apprentice. At least his qualifications are superior, and he will not be a half-baked kung fu master.

Yu Jing frowned. He still held Wu Sheyue's hair in one hand and did not let go. He straightened up and leaned close to her cheek, asking softly: "Is that what you did? I think Zhu'er is better than you." "

She must be stupid, she just wanted to challenge Wu Ziming's bottom line? If Wu Ziming really lost his mind and took action, even if he saw it in the house, the girl would have to vomit blood at least twice.

"Specialize in skills! Take a good look at Ayan!" Wu Sheyue was ignited by him, and Yu Jing was simply insulting her profession as a killer in the first half of her life (even though she was not essentially).

The two looked at each other so closely that they could almost feel each other's breathing. Yu Jing lowered his eyes, and he could almost see every eyelash of hers. He murmured: "Yes, Zhu'er specializes in medical skills."

"You—" A hint of sinisterness flashed in Wu Sheyue's eyes. She turned her palm into a knife and stabbed Yu Jing's throat with her fingertips.

The distance between them was too close, and Yu Jing seemed to be in a trance, without any precautions. Wu Sheyue's attack was so sudden that he only had time to let go of the hand holding her hair and clamp down on her wrist.

Before Yu Jing could ask what was going on, Wu Sheyue's knees were already on his lower abdomen. Yu Jing kicked off the chair and quickly slid back. At the same time, he released Wu Sheyue's hand and kept a safe distance from her.

Ayan was leaning on the door frame and looking at the sky. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and took a look inside. After seeing this scene, he thought for a moment in shock, but still didn't move.

When Ning'er walked back, she also heard the sound of fighting. She was really worried that Wu Sheyue would be bullied, so she wanted to go into the house and take a look immediately.

Ayan smiled and stretched out his hand to stop her and said: "No need to go, don't worry, the master and the third lady are probably just joking."

Ning'er shook her head in disbelief, "The young lady is so delicate and frail, how can she play around with the young prince? She might be accidentally injured."

Ayan comforted her gently, "Master is sensible and will never hurt Miss Third. Miss Ning'er and I are watching at the door. If I say something wrong, Miss Ning'er will just take it out on me." After all, Master and I The third lady is "cultivating feelings", which is very important.

Ning'er heard this and looked up at Ayan. Although this face has been changed, a person's eyes and expressions will never be changed. He... is really a very gentle person, completely different from A Li.

In the room, Yu Jing stood up from his chair with a slight smile. He patted the pleats on his robe gently and said, "You can really see through it now. It's much better than when you climbed over the wall."

"I have something more sensible. Can the young prince give some advice to the little girl?" Wu Sheyue lost her anger and smiled at him innocently.

At this time, Yu Jing had no doubt that Wu Sheyue was trying to paralyze him, and she must be harboring something bad in her heart. But Yu Jing also wanted to explore more magical places in her body, so he still walked towards her.

He didn't use any internal force, nor did he make any defensive movements. All his movements were so peaceful and natural - this was to attract Wu Sheyue to take action.

She pursed her lips, rushed forward in a flash, and swung her right leg straight towards Yujing's facade.

Wu Sheyue knew that she would never be able to defeat Yu Jing, but Yu Jing would not hit her hard anyway, and this time she still used her good hand-to-hand combat, so she had some advantages. She still wanted to try to see if she could find some confidence in Yu Jing.

What if, what if she could defeat this person.

Ning'er leaned against the door and watched in astonishment. These two people really got into action whenever they disagreed. The third lady's behavior of jumping up and down is frightening to watch. This is the first time she has seen a young lady act like this.

Ayan was also stunned. Although he could see that his master had been letting Wu Sheyue do it, that didn't mean that Wu Sheyue's moves and routines were not good. It can even be said that it is simply too good. The weird body skills and sharp movements seem completely illogical, but they are too appropriate. This is called surprise.

He bent down and approached Ning'er and asked in a low voice: "Let me ask, which master did your third young lady study under? Is it too late for me to become her disciple now?"

After Ayan finished speaking in her ear, a blush appeared on Ning'er's cheeks. When Ayan didn't get a response, he glanced sideways at her. Seeing that she didn't speak, he thought it was inconvenient to disclose, so he stopped asking.

Wu Sheyue was getting more and more tired, and a layer of sweat soon appeared on her forehead. This body is still not adjusted to its best condition, and its responses are not half as good as those in the previous life. Yu Jing's breathing was steady all the time, but Wu Sheyue was a little irritable. Even if she was chasing mosquitoes, she should have breathed for a while, right? (To be continued)