"Oh? So what?"

Ning Qiushui's eyes flickered. When she played the piano, she focused on herself rather than the sound of the piano, which was enough to see the difference between Jiang Zhige and others.

The youth in purple and the others were also puzzled. With just a touch of sadness, Jiang Zhige could see what Ning Qiushui was thinking?

Jiang Zhige pondered for a moment, and replied, "My eyes are hurt, but I play a mandarin duck. What should I do instead of asking for love? The younger brother has a poem that complements what the elder sister thinks."

"What poem?"

Ning Qiushui stared at Jiang Zhige, with a faint expectation in his heart.

Not only her, but all eyes in Tingyu Pavilion were focused on Jiang Zhige.

Only Nangong Rou looked dazed, isn't Jiang Zhige a big wood? Why do you know so much about other women's minds?

"The sales of lead flowers are all naive, which means that the mandarin ducks are inquiring about their feelings.

I regret not meeting Ruyi wine, and my eyes are low and I am still new.

Pitifully wasted time in the frivolous window of spring, thinking that it is hard to have a lover. "

After Jiang Zhige finished reading, Ning Qiushui was stunned.

This poem seems ordinary, but as Jiang Zhige said, it perfectly complements what she thinks in her heart.

"I... I'm standing so far here that I can't hear it clearly. What does his poem mean?"

"Probably means that Fairy Ning has a peerless beauty, but she can't find a lover, so she can only lament the passing of her youth."

Biquge

"That's not right, this kid said that Fairy Ning was asking about the meaning of love, so isn't this mandarin duck..."

After figuring out the meaning of the poem, everyone present was stunned.

Could it be that when Ning Qiushui played a mandarin duck, it was not to praise the touching love in the mood, but to tell everyone that she also wanted to have such a beautiful love?

Before everyone could recover, Ning Qiushui suddenly got up from his seat, and Lian Bu gently moved towards Jiang Zhige.

She smiled like a flower and said softly: "Junior brother, you know me so well, how can you not understand the meaning of love?"

Jiang Zhige's heart trembled, he hurriedly took two steps back, bent over and cupped his hands and said, "Junior Brother I don't know."

"I don't know what? I really don't understand the style."

Ning Qiu Shuiliu frowned slightly, it's all about this, Jiang Zhige is still pretending to be stupid?

If she said it directly, she just fell in love with Jiang Zhige.

Ning Qiushui looked into this life, and Jiang Zhige was the only man who could understand her so well and dedicate a poem.

Aside from this premise, Jiang Zhige looks good, and he is definitely a little fresh meat after dressing up.

As for cultivation talent, Ning Qiushui himself is also mediocre, and he is still in the spiritual realm.

Jiang Zhige may not be the son of the emperor, but he is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and his cultivation is famous for his hard work in Tianyun Pavilion. She has always admired him.

Age is not a problem. In the world of immortals, there are many Taoist companions spanning tens of hundreds of years old, and the difference between the two is only more than 20 years old.

The hearts of everyone present were heartbroken. The goddess they were thinking of, actually took the initiative to confess to a body-refining scumbag?

The young man in purple clothes had a gloomy expression on his face, his eyes fixed on Jiang Zhige.

He has always been pretentious, when did he ever think that he would be inferior to a waste in the body refining stage?

If it weren't for the scruples of being in Tianyun Pavilion, he might have shot Jiang Zhige directly.

"Bad Senior Sister! My brother is mine, you are not allowed to take it away!"

Jiang Zhige was about to say something when Nangong Rou suddenly rushed forward to block him.

Ning Qiushui's expression was a little stagnant. Isn't it a good thing for Nangong Rou to see Jiang Zhige?

Jiang Zhige winked, pretending to be displeased, "Rouer, don't be rude."

Although he never thought of accepting Ning Qiushui, she was a beauty known as a fairy, and it would be shameful to be rejected. How could Nangongrou get off the stage if she was making a fool of herself?

Who knew that Nangong Rou didn't notice Jiang Zhige's wink, and cried out with grievance: "You murdered me? You murdered me for this bad woman?! Brother, don't you want Rouer?"

As she said, she hugged Jiang Zhige's arm tightly, with a pitiful look on her face, which attracted a burst of pity from everyone present.

Lu Tianjiao next to him was stunned. It seemed that Nangong Rou's dependence on Jiang Zhige was deeper than he thought.

"Rouer don't cry, brother didn't want you."

Jiang Zhige panicked, and reached out to wipe Nangong Rou's tears.

He never thought that his words would make Nangong Rou feel so uncomfortable.

Ning Qiushui suddenly showed a complicated expression, quietly watching the two brothers and sisters.

She could see that Nangong Rou had a different feeling for Jiang Zhige.

"Sister, I..."

"No need to explain, I understand."

Ning Qiushui raised her finger lightly and pressed it against Jiang Zhige's lips.

Seeing Nangong Rou's tears, Jiang Zhige only cared about comforting Nangong Rou and completely left her behind.

In front of such a man, what's the use of dumping the beauty of all beings?

Since Jiang Zhige has other people in his heart, he might as well stop his losses in time, so there is no need to humiliate himself.

Witnessing the intimate actions of the two, before the young man in purple and his group could react, Nangong Rou collapsed to the ground and cried.

"Bad Senior Sister! Bad Senior Sister! Rou'er will ignore you in the future!"

Ning Qiushui showed helplessness, and let go of the fingers on Jiang Zhige's lips.

"Rouer, you..."

Jiang Zhigorton was in a dilemma, not knowing how to comfort Nangong Rou, who was rolling around with Sapo.

Everyone present was speechless for a while, didn't Ning Qiushui just touch Jiang Zhige's lips? They were also a little upset, but they didn't care as much as Nangong Rou.

"Forget it, Junior Brother, let's meet again."

Ning Qiushui shook his head and turned to leave.

Jiang Zhige's relationship with Nangong Rou is so deep that she can't get involved at all.

Seeing Ning Qiushui's lonely back, many people in Ting Yu Pavilion were deeply distressed, and even gave birth to the idea of ​​letting Jiang Zhige accept Ning Qiushui.

Then they will lose the goddess, but they have no chance to get involved in Ning Qiushui.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhige felt guilty, temporarily put down Nangong Rou, who was rolling around, and bent over again and said, "Senior sister, the sky is high and the earth is vast, there is always someone who is more sympathetic than junior brother."

Ning Qiushui stopped, she was silent for a while, and asked, "Junior brother, does the previous poem have a name?"

Jiang Zhige was stunned for a moment and replied, "Not yet..."

"Junior Brother, since this poem was given to me, why don't I give it a title, Yuanyang San, how about it?"

"As Senior Sister said, since it is a gift to Senior Sister, it is entirely up to Senior Sister to like it."

Jiang Zhige didn't care, it was just a poem, and the name didn't matter at all.

Ning Qiushui didn't say more after hearing the words, picked up Yaoqin and left Tingyu Pavilion.

Jiang Zhige breathed a sigh of relief, because Ning Qiushui gave up so easily, so he probably wasn't so concerned about him.

.........

In the Zhengyang Hall, seeing the appearance of Nangong Rou rolling around in the light and shadow as a girl, everyone laughed for a while, and did not dare to look back at Nangong Rou behind.

Nangong Rouqiao's face blushed, she turned her head and didn't want to look directly at herself back then.

In the eyes of others, she is cute, but in her own eyes, it is a shame for a lifetime.

However, this kind of unspeakable thing was actually trapped in the sky chain and put it all over the heaven.