Chapter 25: The Teenage Boy

“So it’s you.”

Since the bamboo forest walked out of a handsome young man, he also wore an ivory white piping inlaid with silver silk long brocade coat, than that white regiment to, is really wearing the elegant slender.

He walked to a stop in front of Shen Miao and looked down on her from above, with a probing gaze.

This teenager was extremely tall, Shen Miao could reach his chest. As if looking at children in general, the corner of the mouth habitually with a naughty smile, but because of his handsome face does not let a person disgusted at all. If it were an ordinary girl, I’m afraid that at this moment the heartbeat is accelerating, blushing.

However, Shen Miao was not a true Douchengfang after all, she swept a glance at the other party and did not say anything.

That teenager, however, hooked his lips and smiled, and in his hand at some point there was actually an additional delicate short knife. He pointed the end of the knife’s sheath at himself and lifted Shen Miao’s chin with the hilt, forcing her to raise her head.

Shen Miao had no choice but to turn her gaze to the other side.

The teenager was about eighteen or nineteen years old, but he was born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes seemed to be carrying autumn water, and he seemed to be smiling and not smiling in a very touching manner. However, the depths of his gaze were chilling, it was a pair of sharp eyes that could almost see into the bottom of a person’s heart. Such a person, even if the appearance is again cynical, I’m afraid that the heart is also like a piece of ice as difficult to invade.

She took a deep breath and took a step back, letting the hilt of the short sword leave her chin. Mildly, she said, “Thank you, Little Waiter.”

Xie Jingxing laughed as he said in an uncertain tone, “You know me?”

“No one in the capital knows the great name of Little Master Xie.” Shen Miao faintly said. The words seemed to have some ironic meaning in them, but by her saying them, they were surprisingly decent, making people unable to distinguish the tone.

“I don’t recognize you.” Xie Jingxing swept a glance at her and then at the shivering troupe on the ground, “You’re the one who asked Su Minglang to pass the message to the Su family.”

“Passing the word?” Shen Miao looked at him and suddenly laughed slightly, “It’s just a way to teach him not to be reprimanded by father and divert his attention. How do you still use the word pass the message? Little Marquis has not thought too much.”

“Thinking too much?” The teenager playfully chewed on a few words, suddenly bullying his way forward, almost forcing Shen Miao onto the huge tree trunk behind him, his expression ambiguous, but his tone was very clear: “If I didn’t want to think too much, I would have been hidden from you.”

Shen Miao frowned.

Although Ming Qi is not too serious about the style of men and women, but such unmarried men and women in broad daylight to do this kind of behavior, is really a loss of etiquette. Especially Guangwen Hall outside is mostly the sons and daughters of the nobles, if they are seen. She does not mind her bad reputation, but I am afraid that Shen Xin will be disgraced because of her. The previous life because of their own, the Shen family died, she Fang see clearly the parents’ good intentions, a new life, the family she to protect, how can I allow others to say that the Shen family is not good at all. Not to mention that it is still because of her.

Thinking about this, Shen Miao said with some impatience, “What exactly do you want to do with Mr. Xie Xiaoyou’s questioning?”

Xie Jingxing gazed at the young girl in front of him.

He had always had a hundred and twenty thousand keen intuition about everything, and there were some things that, from the surface alone, he could also see the undercurrents. This was all practiced under more than ten years of inter-life, having killed people on the battlefield, the treacherous fights beneath the surface of Tingjing, as well as the backstabbing that encompassed the backstabbing of the backstabbing of the backstabbing of the backstabbing of the backstabbing. It wasn’t all luck that he seemed to arrogantly grow up to be so big. There were so many sons and daughters of Ming Qi’s noble families, and there were never fewer of them who didn’t live every year for one reason or another.

He never takes anything lightly.

Su Minglang’s words, Su Mingfeng would not associate it with anything else, and Master Su also felt that it was his son’s unintentional reminder. In his opinion it was not, the timing was grasped so coincidentally, and all the real coincidences in the world were too few. Many superficial coincidences are artificial.

He could conclude that someone was instigating Su Minglang to say these words, though what exactly the purpose was was unknown.

He was going to meet this man for a while.

Yet when he actually saw the man, it surprised him.

Xie Jingxing originally thought, can say these meaningful words, and is the Guangwen Hall, when it is the son of which court humerus, or is about to enter the career of young people. Perhaps it was to draw the Su family in, perhaps it was to capture them. However, when seeing this person, it was close to thinking that it was Su Minglang who was deliberately making a bad move. It wasn’t until the young girl opened her mouth to call Su Minglang that he was sure it was him correctly.

The young girl in front of him was not tall, and could reach his chest. Face can not be considered moving, at most a lovely. It looks like only eleven or twelve years old, combing a double ring bun, face round, eyes also round, lips small, standing there in one piece, like a lost deer in the jungle. Favor also stand straight and dignified, word by word, slow and easy, as if it is the palace to teach out of the zongwu. Is it possible that she wants to be the queen? If not seen with his own eyes, Xie Jingxing almost choked on his own saliva.

Look up, look down, look left, look right, but it’s just a yellow girl.

Until after a few words with her.

Her face was childish, but her tone was calm and steady, and instead of showing a hint of panic on her face, there was some impatience. This is the first time for Mr. Xie Xiaoyou. Other women see him so close, already shy to blush, she is pale, really boring.

About too young to know anything yet. But why do you know how to talk to the Su family?

He propped one hand on the tree trunk behind Shen Miao, from the outside, almost to encircle Shen Miao’s entire body in his arms, Xie Jingxing lowered his head and leaned against Shen Miao very close.

“You’re not afraid of me.”

“Little Marquis is not a man-eating demon, what is there to be afraid of.” Shen Miao faintly said, “If there is nothing else, I will return to the academy first.” Said he was about to leave.

“Stand still.” Xie Jingxing raised his hand, Shen Miao’s hair scratched through his palm, itching as if ants had crawled through it. He withdrew his hand, his body took a few steps back and leaned against the tree, his hands clasped on his chest, returning to that cynical look.

“What is your purpose in reminding the Soo family?”

Words sharp like his eyes, never hide the harshness, direct impulse, but contains infinite deep meaning.

Shen Miao sighed slightly in her heart.

Xie Jingxing was smarter than she thought. One word from Su Minglang and he was able to find this place. To find this place and still be able to ask about the purpose. In his previous life, he was only said to have a mountain in his chest, but now he seemed to be a person with a clear mind.

How does one hide one’s true intentions when dealing with intelligent people? Unfortunately, she never wanted to hide it.

“Nothing more, just self-preservation.”

After saying these words, she rushed at Xie Jingxing and slightly blessed him, no longer caring about anything else, she turned around and left.

Six words. Xie Jingxing will get it.

Behind her, the teenager curled his lips and played with the short blade in his hand.

“Soo Ming Lang, what’s her name?”