She frowned at the person in front of her, although it was already a belly of fire, can still be a visitor is the appearance, "what matter?"
"Something to do with your pot of herbs, naturally."
Nangong Ling saw a black seven eight black residue, eyebrow, "oh."
She was not interested, or if this Xiahou Jing wanted to say something, he would have said it, and she was not in a hurry.
"Just?"
"Or what?"
Xiahou Jing thought with a smile, "from your attitude, it seems that you are not interested in what I say."
"How do you know I'm not interested before you say so?"
"Your tone."
"Well, if you don't want to talk, go away."
She wanted to leave like this, instinctively, she knew the man in front of her was not a good companion.
She just walked out of a few steps, but his feet long overtakes, and reach out to stop.
She whirled around on the spot to regain her balance and glared at him.
"In such a hurry?" He raised his eyebrow. "So you're not very pleased with me?"
"Something, childe of Xiahou please say."
"Not Prince Xia, not cousin?"
She knew he was teasing her, but she did not try to explain, and sometimes the explanation made her worse.
She just chose to look at him and say nothing.
"You don't seem to want to answer me."
"You came to me, not me. I have the right to shut up, right?" She snapped back.
"Well, that's right. I just wanted to know what your skill was."
He walked over to the old pot of medicine, pinched the residue, rubbed it between his fingers, put it to the tip of his nose, and laughed.
She could read his eyes, which meant he knew she was making chimeria.
"I am a woman of boudoir, how can I know the art of disambiguation?" She wanted to refuse, but he mercilessly uncovered the truth.
"I think She was born as a medical girl. The daughter of a medical girl who once made a sensation in the capital is a girl who knows nothing?"
"If my mother is really good at medicine, how can she die of serious illness?"
"You know better than I that healers don't cure themselves."
It seems that this Xiahou jing is determined to deal with her, she frowned.
Xiahou jing naturally see that Nangong Ling has some resistance to their own, worth while, who do not like their little secret was exposed, including his own.
"Heard that the first six this emperor children will be out of the palace winter, you this general's eldest daughter afraid is also go, can know?"
On the sixth day of the first lunar month? She is very vague to this point, at that time she had long been in that changan temple, but on the seventh day of the first month, the day that the person takes the flower to win, she is in this day met the nightmare of a lifetime, four emperor's son Xiao Yi.
If the sixth day of the first lunar month is winter, then how did Xiao Yi arrive at the temple on the seventh day? Is it a coincidence or... Looks like she's going to have to mull the whole thing over.
"What's the matter? He took a step closer and she was startled by his enlarged face.
She used to hold hands, look at the eyes of this Xiahou Jing, a push him far, and he could not stand a few steps back.
"Are you accustomed to repay my well-intentioned concern with such ingratitude?"
"Is that so? You've been here all this time, and still you haven't told me what you wanted to say. If you're all right, we'll go now."
People live a long time, can play very well, but if a person in front of another person, no longer cover, that is also disturbing.
"It is said that the person who can hunt sika deer during this winter can get a fur coat from the royal family, a fur coat without any variegations." Xiahou Jing playing with the jade pendant between the waist, waiting for her inquiry.
Qiu clothes? Calculate the day, grandmother will come back, grandmother best face, if can get the royal gift...
She took a deep breath, this life can not live in vain, her purpose is not with Xiahou Jing sulk, but revenge!
Besides, Xiahou Jing can be xiao Yi that kind of against, and can be two master that kind of protection, these are historical unsolved cases, she is really like a look at it.
"Oh? Women can't hunt. What if I did?"
She knew that he was sure she would get the coat, and wondered how much it would cost her.
"We cloud country every winter hunting, are happy with the people. This man gallops the hunting field, if the woman bets the right treasure, can also get the man to give a gift, but... To get royal gifts, but to..."
Xiahou jing lifted his lips with a smile that seemed to be full of calculation. "The men shoot arrows, and the women carry them."
"Is that an invitation?"
To be honest, the scars on his face are not very deep, but they are impressive enough. Isn't he a pretty boy if you can figure out the scar?
She didn't know what his conditions were, but she thought she wouldn't be overwhelmed.
"Sort of."
"Conditions."
"I said it had something to do with the stove, and it had something to do with the herbs, and of course it had something to do with your mother."
"I want to know what it is."
"I'll tell you when the time comes."
"I don't like empty promises. If you cheat, I'll lose, won't I?"
"So you want an answer after all?"
"Why else would you invite me?"
Xiahou jing habitually knead the temples, black eyes shine, such as bright stars, psychedelic.
"I can't help it. It's not my style for you to insist on me telling you something."
He sighed as if with determination, his eyes like foxes narrowed. "Tell you what, how about you try my scar?"
Nangong Ling frown tight wrinkle, this Xiahou jing mo fei know what? Why else would you put yourself in there to erase his scars?
She leans over defensively and looks defensive, and out of the corner of his eye sees all her little gestures.
He blew the dust off his fingers and laughed. "Why? A man who knows how to make drugs, but doesn't know how to remove scars?"
"Doctor too know than I want more, I a woman without a famous teacher, afraid is unable to help."
"Is that so? That promise..."
He had barely spoken two words, and she leaped up to him like a ghost, her hand clasping his throat in a tiger claw. "Who are you?"
"Xiahou Jing, your distant cousin."
"Is it?
"Of course, didn't you know that yesterday?"
"Who the hell are you?
She drew in her strength, and he, breathless, slapped the back of her hand.
She let go of her strength, and he coughed, and coughed. "Woman, your hands are strong and hard."
"Tell the truth."
"Your father doesn't know many things, but I do. You're very strange, aren't you?"
She gazed, silent, to see if he was telling the truth.
He rubbed his throat with a careless smile, walked up to her, and whispered in her ear, "My secret is interchangeable with yours, for I hate, as much as you do, those who pretend to be tigers and dogs."