Lu Beizhi hurriedly turned sideways and flashed in a mess, with an incredible shock in his eyes, and he said angrily: "What kind of decent girl's family is!"

Jiang Lingyue: "If you fight, fight, you/master!"

When Lu Beizhi heard this, his eyes sank and rushed towards Jiang Lingyue again. It seemed that he had to teach Jiang Lingyue a lesson today.

Jingkong, who was standing aside, advised him a few times, but found it was useless, so he picked up a broken broom in the corner and sucked it on the two of them.

"Okay, okay, stop me! One of the hairs has not grown yet, and one and a half of their bodies have entered the coffin board. Can you even have a good face?"

With Jingkong's strong intervention, the two old and the young finally stopped reluctantly.

Jingkong came over Jiang Lingyue's lap and shouted, "Why are you still glaring? Have you forgotten what you are here to do today? Why don't you go to the kitchen and have noodles for lunch today!"

Jiang Lingyue turned her head and went into the kitchen to tinker with the empty lunch.

She was so angry that the lunch was quite perfunctory. She fryed a pot of hodgepods and cooked a large basin of noodles, then brought it out of the kitchen.

The broken table in the yard had already broken a leg in the battle between the old and the young. Jingkong found a few scriptures, leveled the table again, and prepared three pairs of bowls and chopsticks. Seeing that Jiang Lingyue's food was brought up, he served a bowl of hodgepodge noodles for everyone.

Jiang Lingyue looked at Lu Beizhi picking up the chopsticks and was about to criticize him, but Jingkong stomped on him, "What are you glaring at? You only have big eyes, right? Hurry up and give it to me!"

So, the yard was finally quiet, and the three of them sucked their faces at the corner of the table.

Although Lu Beizhi was thin, his appetite was really big. He ate three bowls of noodles in a row until the basin and hodgepodge were found, and then he put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Beizhi nodded, stared at the scroll that was put back in the middle of the broken table, and said, "Girl, open it and take a look."

Jiang Lingyue did not take action, but said, "A woman, right? I've seen it a long time ago. If you have anything to say, hurry up and say it."

Lu Beizhi: "Do you know who is the person in the painting?"

Jiang Lingyue: "You are so young, can't you be your little wife?"

Jingkong gave Jiang Lingyue a jio under the table again.

Jiang Lingyue grimaced at Jingkong with grimace.

Lu Beizhi probably had become accustomed to the unpretentious younger generation in front of him, and he didn't care about it anymore and continued, "Girl, do you know that you are from Penglai?"

When Jiang Lingyue heard this, she just said oh, lowered her head and began to fiddle with her fingers.

She didn't know Penglai, and she even learned that there was such a place in China not long ago.

However, with some recent events, coupled with the help of Zhen Baimei, a Penglai person, repeatedly, it is easy to understand that she, or Murong Xue, must have a connection with Penglai.

Lu Beizhi: "You don't seem to be surprised?"

Jiang Lingyue: "You came from Penglai all the way to tell me this?"

Lu Beizhi: "If you want, you can go back with me."

Jiang Lingyue said without hesitation: "I don't want to."

Lu Beizhi: "Why?"

Jiang Lingyue: "What are you going to do? I stare at you every day? Or fight? You know that Xiang Wanqing? Every time I see me, it's like seeing a cockfighting. Either fight with me or try to kill me in different ways. A few days ago, I lied to me to take a big laxative for me."

Jiang Lingyue made a palm with her hands, and first made a pose of wiping her neck, and then concluded: "I don't match your Penglai horoscope."
Chapter completed!