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Strong resentment was emanating from him, causing Tong Xiaole to take two steps back unconsciously.
Leng Xifeng bent down, picked up the package she had dropped on the ground, and stood up.
"Why are you so easily scared?"
"Hey hey hey, autumn is here, just pack it up casually." Tong Xiaole reached out and snatched the bag from his hand, hugged it into his arms, and said with a flattering smirk, "Master, it's not appropriate for me to move into Qingqiu courtyard." ! It will ruin Master's reputation!"
Leng Xifeng stretched out his hand and smoothed her hair. This action reminded Tong Xiaole of the cat he met just now.
He stroked her hair again and again, with neither light nor heavy force, and kept looking at her with deep eyes, as if waiting for her to say something.
He was angry, she knew it. But she didn't think there was anything wrong with her carrying the burden and going home.
Tong Xiaole stared at him hesitantly for a while, and finally called out hesitantly and tentatively, "Meow"
Guessing "Holy Will" was wrong, and Tong Xiaole was fined to pull weeds in Qingqiu Courtyard before putting away his burden.
She herself felt that she was a bit mean.
Leng Xifeng treated her better and smiled warmly. She felt uneasy in her heart, and if she insisted on making him change his face and get angry, she would feel at ease.
With a piece of mint candy in his mouth, Tong Xiaole took the big scissors and trimmed the shrubs in the garden neatly, while singing.
"That's a cat, that's a flower, that's a piece of grass, la la la" She sang whatever she saw, very happy.
Leng Xifeng passed by her, she backed away quickly, and when he passed by, she continued pruning and singing: "Slap the cat's butt with a branch, make it bloom, ah ah ah ¡¡Meow meow meow¡¡"
"Disciple!" Leng Xifeng looked gloomy, suddenly stopped, turned sideways and called her.
"Ah what's the matter, master?"
"When will you bring me the five thousand six hundred and seventy-eight taels of silver?"
"Huh?" Tong Xiaole lost his mind for an instant! She always thought he forgot about it! It seems the heart is bleeding.
Seeing that Tong Xiaole was unhappy and stopped singing, Leng Xifeng seemed to be relieved, smiled and said to Tong Xiaole.
"Take your baggage and come with me."
"Master, this money is heavy, I didn't bring it with me." He is so rich, why does he care about her so much.
"Follow up." Leng Xifeng has now learned not to be as knowledgeable as Tong Xiaole, and only gives simple instructions.
Sure enough, Tong Xiaole didn't talk nonsense this time, and followed him step by step with instructions.
The layout of Tongxin Pavilion is particularly elegant, and the interior furnishings look very simple, but after Tong Xiaole has seen a lot, he knows that every item in this room is not cheap, but it is a pity that everything is dusty and spoils good things.
"This Tongxin Pavilion has not had an owner for a long time, so I moved in today, so I will clean it more."
It turned out that she was regarded as a sweeping girl! Tong Xiaole instantly felt relieved. Although she was a little disappointed, her heart felt at ease.
"Master, don't worry, I'm not good at sewing, but I can still do basic cleaning. After all, I often need these things in the world of drunkenness. I will definitely clean it up and live up to Master's entrustment."
Tong Xiaole always remembers to flatter her like a dog leg at any time, which always makes people wish to cut her little head!
Leng Xifeng still wanted to say something, seeing this, he let out a barely audible sigh, and swallowed what he wanted to say.
"In this case, you can live in peace. By the way, have you practiced your internal skills?"
"Practiced, practiced!" Tong Xiaole shrank his head and laughed dryly.
"Oh? How many floors is it?" Leng Xifeng asked deliberately when he saw her like this.
"Still in the introductory stage, Tuer is dull." Tong Xiaole wanted to bury her head in her clothes.
The cultivation of Qingmu school's internal strength needs to be carried out every morning and evening, according to the heart method, to circulate the true qi at the fixed meridians and acupoints for three weeks, which takes three hours.
In the first few days, she could still sit and let her true energy flow, but later on when the weather was hot and she couldn't sit still, she couldn't hold on.
"As a teacher, I think you are not dull, but lazy." Leng Xifeng raised his hand, and the white jade fan hit her forehead.
"But three hours is really too long. Sitting all the time, I have boils on my buttocks." Tong Xiaole complained with her head buried.
"That's because you started late, and your true qi moves slowly! If your true qi moves faster, it wouldn't take so much time." Leng Xifeng shook his head and sighed, and glanced at her: "Come here."
"Oh.Tong Xiaole passed away when he was depressed.
Caught off guard, Leng Xifeng tapped several big holes on her body, and then patted her back with both hands.
A warm current flowed into his body along the palm of his hand, and traveled through the various acupuncture points and meridians, Tong Xiaole suddenly felt comfortable all over his body.
"This zhenqi can help you rise up quickly, and when you use zhenqi in the future, it will save half the time."
"Really? That's great!" Tong Xiaole grabbed Leng Xifeng's arm and smiled innocently: "Master, you are so kind!"
Leng Xifeng froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a cunning look suddenly appeared on his face. He bowed his head, moved closer to Tong Xiaole, and bit her chattering lips fiercely.
Tong Xiaole felt burned immediately, let go of the hand around his arm, and the whole person bounced away.
"So you still think I'm good?" Leng Xifeng began to wonder if he was really abnormal, and he was happy when he bullied Tong Xiaole badly! But I don't want her to be afraid of him and curry favor with him!
Tong Xiaole shook his head again and again, and nodded again and again.
Leng Xifeng raised his hand, and knocked her head with the white jade fan, with a look of vigilance on his face: "From now on, don't treat me like a spoiled elder."
"Yes! I will never act like a spoiled child to you in the future!" Tong Xiaole covered her lips and vowed!
Leng Xifeng's face was as black as charcoal again, he wanted to act like a baby! Don't be her elder!
But since she was expelled from the teacher's school, she didn't dare to presume too much except for occasional verbal offenses. Maybe he needs to understand the reason why she insists on worshiping him as a teacher even though she is obviously not diligent in practicing.
Take your time, don't rush!
Leng Xifeng has always boasted that she is patient and determined, so she also decided to take her time when it comes to relationships.
Not only must Tong Xiaole be eaten step by step, but he must also have the upper hand when it comes to the sequence of confessions!
God won't allow it if you care about it so much!
He came to Drunken World, hoping to find Father Tong to confirm certain things. But as soon as he entered the door, the scene in front of him made him anxious, and he immediately changed his strategy!
Tong Xiaole lay on Yan Li's back, hugged his neck, and wrapped his legs around his waist like an octopus.
"Little chestnut! You are so busy! Do you have so many things to deal with in the martial arts conference?"
"Hmm." Yan Li had always spoken coldly, Ren Tong Xiaole pestered him, and walked back and forth in the lobby with ease to clean up the tables and chairs. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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