Chu Qingling was not discouraged either.

After all, compared with ordinary people's cultivation, her cultivation level is already growing rapidly.

As he watched the body guard bead retreat aside, the dark little student Lei appeared with a whoosh and went to please the body guard bead.

However, she was ignored.

Chu Qingling looked at it and suddenly felt that Xiao Lei had diplomatic potential.

Chu Qingling's gaze swept to the golden gourd wrapped in a large area of ​​spiritual plants not far away. It was time to find a time to get Yueli and the butler to be promoted together.

And nine songs...

"Miss, Mr. Jiang sent someone to deliver something to you."

Chu Qingling was thinking when he heard the sound of the housekeeper coming from outside the yard, and his eyebrows were stretched out.

It was so good that she happened to want to find him, so he thought of giving her a gift.

"Take it in."

After taking the item handed over by the butler, Chu Qingling's eyebrows stretched even more.

"Pear fragrant cake!"

It takes ten pear grasses that have been 300 years old to make this cake. It is very intimate in the royal city. The price is high, and the ships are often sold out. However, Jiang Jiuge takes a basket as soon as he makes a move.

Sure enough, friends.

"Miss, the Ninth Master is good to you." Yue Li looked at the cake and swallowed her saliva.

Chu Qingling laughed and signaled her to eat.

Yue Li then grabbed her head and started eating embarrassedly. After taking a bite, she thought of something and looked at Chu Qingling, "Miss, do you want to send some to the venerable? As soon as I approached the yard, I felt very low in the air pressure."

"Don't care about him." Rong Xu's face appeared in front of Chu Qingling's eyes, and his heart shrank inexplicably, said vaguely, and signaled to the butler to eat.

"Chu Qingling, you have had trouble at the city gate again." The first master and the two servants were chatting happily, but were interrupted by the sound that suddenly floated in the sky.

Chu Qingling immediately rolled her eyes and felt in a good mood. She looked at the handsome young man standing at the door, "I'll say Chu Qingxiu, you will die if you say good things."

Chu Qingxiu entered the room angrily. The thirteen-year-old boy looked like an old pedan. The word "chuan" almost flipped out between his eyebrows, "I'm worried about you."

"Oh, then you can leave." Chu Qingling felt that he was not speculating for a long time. Now he regretted that Rong Xu helped him see what was wrong with Chu Qingxiu.

Chu Qingxiu couldn't say that Chu Qingling, so he gritted his teeth, turned around and left the yard.

The housekeeper shook his head helplessly. When he thought of something, he took out a long blue box and handed it to Chu Qingling, "Miss, and this one, it was also sent by Mr. Jiuge."

The box is plain and puffy, but a powerful and quaint aura emanates from the box.

What Jiang Jiuge gave her has never been an ordinary product.

really!

Chu Qingling couldn't wait to open it, his eyes straightened. This is...

Soul Flute!

The three major things that have been passed down from generation to generation in the Jiang family.

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Chapter completed!