Chapter 54 Bottleneck

Yan Ji hesitated for a moment and didn't intend to tell the real where he was going. He just said, "It's very stuffy to stay in the room, so I walk around."

Su Qiurong knew that he had been resting in the room all day, idle and bored, and didn't blame him for anything. She smiled and said, "Let's go home with your sister on your back. Don't call her a young lady again."

Yan Ji looked back at Yang Huanyu behind her and saw that she put her head on her shoulder and closed her eyes peacefully. The previous frightened look was no longer there. In a peaceful, slightly faint smile, she seemed to have a sweet dream.

She fell asleep peacefully without a trace of fear, as if she was relying on the warmest and safest fortress in the world. With his protection, you don't need to be afraid of anything.

Yan Ji looked at it for a long time, and then turned his head to Su Qiurong and said, "Madam, suddenly it's like this. Isn't it not good?"

Su Qiurong smiled gently and said, "No! I think it's good! Let's go back quickly. I'm still waiting for you to have New Year's Eve dinner.

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Yan Ji to answer, she led the way forward. She didn't forget to urge, "Hurry up, what are you doing?" Without looking back, it seems that you can also see that the face behind him is still there.

Flying Snow Pavilion.

Tonight is New Year's Eve, so it is much more lively than usual, with bright lights and noisy voices.

Accompanied by Su Qiurong, Yan Ji sent Yang Huanyu to her room and put down. She was about to say goodbye to Su Qiurong and go back to bed, but she said first: "Take you to see your uncles and uncles!"

With that, he smiled gently, called "good son" as if jokingly, then took Yan Ji's hand and said, "Let's go and meet your relatives."

The living room of Feixue Pavilion is set with three tables of banquets, all of which are some high-end figures of Yinglongtang drinking and gathering here.

Seeing Su Qiurong pulling a teenager in, the crowd suddenly calmed down. Although the elders and leaders didn't see the teenager and thought that there were more handsome young talents than this teenager in Yinglong Hall, they also smiled and congratulated Yang Zhong: "Congratulations on your good son!"

Yang Zhong smiled, came over and took Yan Ji's shoulder and said to him, "Come on, I've met your uncles!"

After that, he should have heard Yan Ji's polite greetings, but Yan Ji was stunned there and didn't make a sound. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be very nervous, and there were small beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

The elders and commanders saw Yan Ji's look, but they were very dissatisfied. They had no etiquette and were afraid of seeing strangers. They were simply as timid as rats and thought that he was not worthy of being the adopted son of Yang Zhong, the head of the hall.

Zhu Meng on the wine table knew that the teenager was a prisoner from Qixuanmen. When such a small character saw the senior officials of Yinglongtang, he would be more or less timid and simply wanted to help the teenager.

He suddenly left his seat, picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Yan Ji, and said, "There is nothing to say. The words are all in the wine. Please have a drink!"

How dare Yan Ji get a drop of wine? A year and a half ago, he drank two glasses of wine in Sanqingguan and was unconscious. The scene of drunken nonsense was still vivid. He was afraid that he would reveal something after drinking, so he said, "I don't drink. I have never drunk it."

Similarly, in Yang Huanyu's heart, he is not a successful father.

Su Qiurong pulled Yan Ji outside the house, wrapped her arms around him tightly, gently stroked his thin face, and said gently, "Good boy, don't be afraid, don't be sad, and your mother loves you, you know?"

Thinking about just now, the teenager almost lost his husband's hand, Su Qiurong shuddered, her heart was sore and hot that she cried out.

She hugged Yan Ji tightly, sobbed lowly, and shouted intermittently: "Son..."

Yan Ji was pulled out of the hall by Su Qiurong and gradually came to her senses. Looking at Su Qiurong holding her low sobbing and constantly calling her son, her heart was full of mixed feelings, as if she thought of her mother.

"Madam, I want to go back to bed." In fact, he just wants to stay alone now. Even if he is afraid of loneliness, he doesn't want to see anyone else.

Su Qiurong wiped away her tears, stopped crying, and scolded, "Why do you still call me madam!" Let's go to dinner first. You haven't eaten yet.

With no choice, Yan Ji found an excuse to refuse her: "I have eaten. I left Feixue Pavilion before and went to a friend's place for dinner."

Su Qiurong said, "Then don't go to bed so early!" Tonight is New Year's Eve, and you children are going to stay up! I'll wake up Yuer later. Can I play with you?

The tone of speech is quite like coaxing children.

Yan Ji thought for a moment and found an excuse to refuse: "I don't want to play. I'm dizzy and want to sleep."

Su Qiurong thought that he had not recovered yet, but she was heartbroken and said quickly, "Well, mother will take you back to the house."

She pulled Yan Ji in her hand like a child, took him back to the room, helped him make the quilt in person, and watched him enter the quilt before leaving.

With his words and deeds, he has regarded Yan Ji as his son.

Of course, Yan Ji was not sleepy. She felt very uncomfortable lying in the quilt and breathless. She simply lifted the quilt, dressed and got up, then locked the door and devoted herself to practicing the "Taiyi Vientiane" true method.

He is now completely forcing himself to practice. How can he get it if he doesn't work hard to pay and take it? How can we become stronger?

With the current half-baked cultivation, can you walk into the cell openly and save the people you want to save? It can only sneak in like a mouse.

Shicai, facing more than 100 magic masters, facing the house full of magic elders, and facing Yang Zhong, he once again deeply realized how weak he was.

Just like facing a person who beat his senior sister into a seriously injured person, although he really wants to smash him into ten thousand pieces, he has no ability.

Work hard! Pay! Rely on your own enthusiasm and do what you want to do.

The teenager once again made an oath from the bottom of his heart.

One hour, two hours, until three hours passed, I felt that my body and mind began to be tired, and my body was sweating coldly, so I stopped practicing. This is a precursor to going crazy and must be stopped in time.

If the body reacts like this, if you want to practice forcibly again, you will feel like being punished by Ling Chi. There are countless sharp blades in the body, cutting the meridians fiercely.