Chapter 417

Shiqiao glanced at the old man in the pavilion.

"He was expelled from the poet and his whereabouts are unknown."

Get rid of poets?

Shiqiao's father should be the son of the master of poetry. But how could he be cruel and drive his children out of the poets?

Nie qiuhuan pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered the inheritance rules of the banyan family.

The cruel rule that the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.

Then she was relieved.

No doubt was asked.

They walked into the pavilion without much meeting.

At this time, the old man was already sitting on a bench.

Looking at the two people slowly approaching towards themselves, there is a smile on their faces.

"Joe, you've been spoiled since you were a child. Are you still used to living outside these two days?"

Shiqiao knew clearly that he had already investigated her whereabouts these two days, but she still held Nie qiuhuan's hand with a smile.

"I've been living in heaven for the last two days. I want to call the one I serve comfortable."

After a pause, she repeated the pronunciation deliberately and added, "she, not only in life, but also in bed, has made me realize the incomparable happiness..."

The word "happiness" was especially powerful by her.

None of the ignorant children present understood the meaning of her words.

Nie qiuhuan's eyes, also followed a trace of shame.

This Shiqiao is really shameless!

The master of the poem family, how can she say that she is her relative? How can she say such shameless words in front of him?

, but she did not make complaints about it for a few seconds.

"Niannian, what are you blushing about! Grandfather is not an outsider! We don't know about him

Can't an outsider be as shameless as her?

At this time, the old man finally turned his attention to Nie qiuhuan's face.

"Miss Wen, I heard that you are the little miss who has been separated for many years?"

His eyes were so sharp that he could see her disguise at one glance.

Nie qiuhuan had to hang his head slightly and politely replied, "yes."

"I also heard that before you were admitted by the Wens, you were always with Joe. But I sent someone to check your details carefully, but it's strange that they haven't found your past? "

Nie qiuhuan's side became stiff.

She didn't really think about it.

At that time, she was just threatened by vibe. Where did she have the energy to consider these details?

I heard the old man say in his ear again, "Miss Wen, can you answer my question? Why did the people I sent out, the results of the investigation, and everything about you started from the day you were admitted by the Wen family? "

Nie qiuhuan's hands and feet suddenly became extremely cold.

Her reputation outside was nothing more than the name of the woman who had been given Shiqiao.

Is it for the sake of Qiao Qiao that the master of the poet has made clear her past investigation?

But before her, there were so many women in Shiqiao. Why did he just stare at her?

Is it related to the Wen family? Or is it related to Rong Yun?

What's more, she felt that the gaze on her head was gradually oppressive.

Nie qiuhuan then took a deep breath, just about to open his mouth, but Shiqiao gently pulled her hand and stopped her from going on.

Shiqiao then let go of her, took the old man's arm and shook it a few times.

"Oh, grandfather, are you checking your account? Niannian is my person. I know her best. Why do you embarrass her? If you have any questions, just ask me... "

The old man laughed a few times, shook his head, said nothing more, just slowly released Shiqiao's small hand.

"Joe, you are too old to be young. Why are you still so playful?"

Shiqiao's action pauses for a moment, and then returns to the former smiling appearance, coquettish way, "Oh, grandfather, it's really anything can't hide from you."

Nie qiuhuan looked at the two people who were very friendly, but their feet gave birth to a trace of cold air.

Shiqiao just called the old man a monster in front of her, but she could do so against her heart

Nie qiuhuan suddenly couldn't understand Shiqiao.

It seems that she can always hide her most real self, which is only one of her ever-changing.

But at this time, suddenly came a confused footstep sound.

It's the servant just now.

He looked anxious.

"No, my master, Yun Shao, Yun Shao He broke in

Nie qiuhuan's ear was suddenly covered by the hum of noise.

What's more?Is Xiaoyun here?

Strange?

How did he know she was here?

She didn't tell him about it at all

After hearing the servant's report, Shiqiao chuckled and walked slowly to Nie qiuhuan's side. Covering her ear, she lowered her voice and said, "Nie Xiaomei, look, rongyun really doesn't want you to be in danger for a moment..."

Nie Qiu Huan immediately responded.

I don't remember telling him about it. You told him, didn't you

The old man had left the pavilion under the guidance of the servant.

There is no one else beside him. Nie qiuhuan looks at the smiling face on the opposite side, and immediately what anger can't be sent out.

It's just a little tired in the voice. "What do you want to do, Joe?

You tell Xiao Yun my whereabouts. He won't let me stay in the poet. What did you bring me to the poet for? "

Very light tone, but listen to very powerless.

Shiqiao is still smiling, very affectionate on her arm, drag her, toward the direction of the servant to leave.

"Nie Xiaomei, I am not worried about your safety? I don't want to take you back to the poet and let you lack arms and legs. In that case, Rong Yun can't cut me off? "

"After all, you are carrying rongyun's seed now. If something happens to you, it will be a corpse and two lives."

When Nie Qiu looks up, he sees her again.

Still exquisite to impeccable appearance, amazing as if slowly out of the painting.

Nie qiuhuan can't help but stop breathing for a few seconds.

Just in front of her spirit of the old man, at the moment, with the rongyun behind, looking like a clown in a strange.

Rong Yun's step was very big. The old man couldn't keep up with him, so he had to walk with the help of the servant.

When Rong Yun stopped in front of her, the old man also stopped, but the breath was obviously on the asthma.

Nie qiuhuan quickly lowered his head and restrained the impulse to laugh.

But beside Shiqiao, at the moment, I don't know how, but I didn't resist it.

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