91, alternative master and apprentice

Let many people pass sleepless nights, a new day comes, the bright sunshine fills the windows, and the birds chirps happily on the locust trees outside the house.

Han Jing opened her still confused eyes and saw Yang Feng's bearded face for the first time. He seemed to be meditating, and his eyes were frozen in her hand.

The fingers are as slender as the tip of the new bamboo shoots after the rain. They are white and tender, soft and smooth to touch. There are several cocoons formed by often holding swords on the palms, which should have destroyed the perfection of this hand, but in Yang Feng's opinion, these cocoons are so beautiful that they are so beautiful that he can't take his eyes away for a long time.

The naughty vertical palm shook in front of Yang Feng's eyes, and Han Jing smiled coquettishly and said, "Return the soul!" Because of her weakness, her voice was soft and coy.

Involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of water, Yang Feng falsely scolded, "Why don't you wake up!"

"Hey, scolding in the early morning will make people unlucky all day long. Do you understand!" Han Jing angrily pulled the quilt and covered her head and then shouted, "You're a nasty guy. Go out, or I'll cut you with a sword!"

The maids heard something inside outside and came in to serve Han Jing get up. As a result, they almost tripped the threshold when they heard the girl's words. Yang Feng, that is a god-like existence in their hearts! The old man in power of the Yang family talked to him with a smile and never shouted loudly.

also noticed the stunned expressions of the maids, but Yang Feng did not feel embarrassed. He smiled and said to himself, "Okay, go out as a teacher. Get up quickly, make breakfast, and wait for you to get up."

Using food ** Hanjing is absolutely effective. This is the experience summed up by her brothers. Yang Feng and others are heroes with the same opinion. As soon as he said, Han Jing lifted the quilt, and the maids quickly came forward to serve.

After sitting at the table for a short time, Han Jing came in with the help of the maids.

A tender yellow high-waisted pleated long skirt dragged the floor, embroidered with butterflies and orchids at the hem of the skirt. Between the steps, the butterfly dance flowers shook lively and fragrant. The hair simply tied a bun with the same color ribbon without any decoration. The hair fluttered in the wind. The face was refreshing without powder. It was tender and unfading but showed a silky charm, and the watery eyes flowed like The starlight was shining, and such a cold Jing was like a fairy who accidentally fell into the dust, which made Yang Feng suddenly lose his soul.

"Oh yeah! Master, you are in a daze again.

As she spoke, Han Jing had thrown away the maids and sat down at the table and said quickly, "If you don't eat, I'll eat first." I took a sip of the fragrant chestnut porridge and spit out my tongue.

"Why is the porridge so hot!" Yang Feng asked unhappily, and then naturally took the porridge bowl and stirred it.

Han Jing stared at the frightened expressions of the maids, and her nature to help the weak emerged. She grabbed back the porridge bowl and shouted: "Who wants you to be troublesome? You are so stupid that you don't have to stir the porridge!"

A flash of ice blue light flashed, and the steaming porridge froze. She pointed to Yang Feng coldly: "Learn a little, um, but you are so stupid that you will definitely not be able to learn it."

When others said this, Yang Feng might have cut it with a sword. It was what Han Jing said, but he smiled and said nothing. Only when Han Jing brought some porridge bowls to drink, he was robbed by him and asked the maid to refill a warm bowl.

"Why is it so troublesome!"

"This lotus golden shrimp cake is also very delicious. Try it first."

"I don't feel anything about shrimp."

"It's just like that."

"Don't do that either."

"Isn't it that you have been caught by shrimps before?"

Yang Feng, who was curious about everything about Han Jing, suddenly rose, and the maids' eyes were about to fall out. Soon, the chill on his face suddenly rose and almost scared their souls. He thought that their expressions annoyed him and knelt down. Before they begged for mercy, a voice outside said, "Your Excellency, Dean Mo and others of the college begged to see you."

"Let them wait." Yang Feng said lightly, and then glanced at the kneeling maid on the ground: "Why are you kneeling?"

The maids looked at each other and muttered that they didn't know how to answer.

Although I don't know the reason why the maids were so scared, Han Jing stood up: "Get up first. If my master dares to repair you, I will cut him with a sword."

Yang Feng was depressed: "Why do you want to be a teacher for no reason?"

"Ask you."

"How do you know as a teacher?"

"Then I don't know why my sisters are afraid of you."

There is no reason to talk to this girl. Yang Feng was very clear about it and simply changed the topic and said, "They are your maids. They are called Zhu Ru on the left and Zhu Li on the right. Just call their names."

I didn't refuse the master to send two maids, but Han Jing's thinking is always jumping, which makes it difficult to keep up: "Oh, I hear you, Zhu Ru, Zhu Li, you are now my people. My master can't care about you anymore. Don't be afraid of him anymore. Get up quickly and do whatever you want. You can go shopping if you have nothing to do."

Zhu Ru Zhuli obediently answered the voice, but did not dare to go shopping according to what Han Jing said. And Hanjing's attention was also diverted: " By the way, that Fatty Mo still needs to see you. What do you do?"

"Oh, are you finally curious about your status as a teacher?" Yang Feng is a little sad.

"What kind of tone is this? Goose bumps have fallen to the ground!" With a sudden trembling, Han Jing said contemptuously, "It's very tired to talk to you. Ask Dong, you always talk nonsense. Can you just say the point directly?"

stroking his nose, Yang Feng scolded angrily, "Your reputation as a teacher, let your dead girl be ruined!"

knocked on the table impatiently with her chopsticks, and Han Jing shouted, "Key point! Why are you afraid of your waste!"

The people outside the house made Han Jing's words thunderous!

Yang Feng, if it is waste wood, others will hit the tofu to death!

Only Yang Feng thinks that Han Jing is qualified to call him a waste. It's right that he is a genius, but isn't he a waste compared with this evil existence? Therefore, he smiled bitterly and said, "What the fat man is afraid of is the family behind me."

"Your surname is Yang, that's all. The fat man is really not promising." Speaking of this, Han Jing smiled and said, "I killed 9,000 points from him last time. Originally, he prepared to say three pictures before giving 3,000 points, but I deliberately misinterpreted it into a picture of 3,000. I guess it depends on your background. I sat on the ground and raised the price, but he didn't pay back the money on the spot.

Yang Feng also made Han Jinglei feel weak and said feebly, "I've heard about that as a teacher. Well, as a teacher, I think it's cheap for you to kill him for 90,000 points. After you become a teacher, you can understand all of them. At that time, the temple reward was a thunder gun worth millions of points.

"Well, isn't that purple electric nine-curve gun?"

"After breaking through to the golden Xuanqi, he inherited the ancestral purple electric nine-qu gun. The previous Xuanbing was a thunder gun. By the way, you said you wanted to learn marksmanship the other day. This time you went back and found the thunder gun as a teacher.

"Oh, wow, I want to learn how to shoot!"

In addition to eating, Han Jing is most interested in cultivation, even beyond her love for delicious food. Her face suddenly appeared with brilliance. The previous weakness and beauty also faded, and her whole body was full of color.

"I can't give it to you now. You are not allowed to practice until you get better. The teacher will watch you."

"Why!"

"It's your master to be a teacher."

"You are just a master. When you are a master, you are the master, okay?"

It's another shockingly coveted Han's crooked theory. Han Jing's nostrils were in the sky, and she didn't see any expressions of the maids. Naturally, the expressions of Yang Feng's subordinates and Mo Pangzi and others outside were not seen.

If you talk to this girl again, you will really lose your reputation. Yang Feng decisively let Fat Mo and others come in and ask questions.

Leng Wuya and other students also came in. Han Jing greeted enthusiastically: "Oh, you have also come to the ice cubes. Have you eaten? Come and have porridge. It tastes good."

Leng Wuya and others smiled at her and said nothing.

Han Jing, who is occasionally confused, is quite shrewd at this time. She understands what Leng Wuya is afraid of: "Oh, don't be afraid of my cheap master. Come and sit down and eat together. Zhuli Zhuru, add a bowl of chopsticks.

Compared with other students, Leng Wuya's fear is always less. Thinking of Lin's father and daughter who are still under house arrest, he said, "No, we have eaten. Instructor Lin hasn't eaten yet.

I immediately understood the meaning of cold and endless words, and Han Jing's eyes suddenly turned cold, which made people feel unforcing.

Mo Fatty quickly affirmed like an old fox: "Insor Lin's daughter suddenly fell ill. I let the child rest in the dean's lounge. Breakfast must have been served."

"Yinger's sister is sick. I'll go and have a look!"

jumped up to leave and was pulled by Yang Feng. Han Jing shouted, "Let go, I can resolve the heat poison in Yin'er's sister's body with Bing Xuanli."

Without explanation, Yang Feng may still let Han Jing go, indicating that he would use Bing Xuanli to help humanize and disintegrate the internal heat poison. He resolutely refused to let her go: "Don't go! You still think you are not seriously injured enough. Let's save your life first!"

"I know my own situation."

She was too anxious. After shouting, Han Jing felt her chest tight, her throat was sweet, and she vomited blood. Yang Feng panicked like something, and everyone also panicked. The room suddenly turned upside down, but she had to go to see Lin Yin.

He Yuanshan said cleverly, " boss, Sister Lin Yin will arrive soon."

Han Jing didn't shout anymore. She frowned and asked, "How can she leave when she is sick?"

Leng Wuya also said quickly, "Just take medicine when you get sick. Don't worry about her. Take care of yourself first.

Han Jing finally calmed down, and Yang Feng also looked at the two guys: "Well, you two come and sit down and have some porridge together. A Jing will also eat more."

"Okay, I'm starving." Leng Wuya, who had seen Yang Feng before, sat down on He Yuanshan, who was still a little restrained, and then said to Han Jing, "You are very injured. Let Lin Yin know that you spit blood and you will definitely get angry."

was said by Leng Wuya. Han Jing did not refute it, but said with a smile, "Okay, I'll just have porridge."