: Cangting loser (2)

The old man stood up on his stomach, and suddenly reached Yun Qiangyue.
Yun Qianyue's concentration is naturally very good, not surprised. Only then was the old man's face clearly seen. Maybe the young man is a beautiful man, but now he is old. His gray hair and gray beard, like his grandfather, can't see anything beautiful. The only thing that can be seen is that this old man's martial arts must have been extremely advanced. A pair of old eyes shined brightly, no turbidity, it should be a clear old man.
"You said that I am not called winemaking? Little girl! What a big talk!" The old man stared at Yun Qianyue's eyes exposed outside the veil. Not only was he not upset, but he also showed his fierce glory.
Yun Qianyue thought about Rongjing and described it well, so it seemed like a black centipede. She nodded. "It's not rhetoric, it's fact. I never exaggerate my strengths and what I know."
I am very humble.
The old man snorted, "Then you try brewing, if you brew well, even if you pass the level. If you don't brew well, I will throw you out of the peach blossom forest!"
"It's very tiring to come from afar! Can't move." Yun Qingyue loosened Rong Jing's hand and spread his hands together.
"Since I have been here, this kid loves you and let you sleep in the room for a long time. Are you still tired?" The old man's eyes continued to be fierce. When the words fell, he yelled at Rong Jing, "Pampering your daughter-in-law like you, no good!"
"The daughter-in-law is naturally married back!" Rong Jing smiled.
"Are you married? Bai Dan has a name. Just pretend to be in front of me. You and the little girl can't hide me from Tianshengjingcheng." The old man grumbled disdainfully.
Yun Qingyue thinks that when people get old, will they return to life? Why does she think that Rong Jing's grandfather is a bit like her grandfather?
"Sooner or later I will marry!" Rong Jing smiled.
"Wine making! I don't admit that I don't make wine!" The old man flicked his sleeve and sat on the Taishi chair.
Yun Qianyue looked at Rong Jing, meaning to ask, do I really want to be a wine girl?
Rong Jing gave her the look you wanted to do, and didn’t want to be a wine girl, but the old man was very stubborn, but it was troublesome.
The eyes of the two met, and a moment later, Yun Qingyue laid his head down and thought for a moment. He raised his head and made a deal with the old man. It is generally said: "I will not work here to make wine for you. I am tired and want to rest. But you can give You are a recipe for brewing wine. If you don’t want a recipe for brewing wine, then I can brew for the sake of scenery. But I will definitely not let you know what method I used, even if you look at it with your own eyes, I will not tell you Method, you can't make the same wine as me. If you want me to do it yourself, you can definitely drink the wine I made. But without me, if you want to make wine, as long as you live longer One day, you can drink one more day. You choose one."
"Little girl, give me the conditions!" The old man was furious. "Have you ever learned to respect the elderly?"
Yun Qianyue shook his head, "Not learning!"
"You want to marry a daughter-in-law who doesn't work all fours? Shame on my old man!" The old man turned to Rong Jing.
"It's her in this life, there is no way, I try to tolerate her!" Rong Jing seemed very helpless.
"No interest! Really no interest!" The old man was angry, and he pointed at Rong Jing. He seemed very angry. He pointed for a moment, and suddenly changed his gesture, beckoning Yun Qianyue, "Little girl, come and write the wine!"
Yun Qingyue suddenly became happy, and walked briskly.
Rong Jing naturally followed. However, he just took two steps, the old man waved his palms, and gave him a slap in the face. The palms were fierce, like a row of mountains and seas, and there was no water at all. Rong Jing escaped lightly, but his body was forced to return. In situ.
"Stand there and wait!" the old man withdrew his hand and ordered.
Rong Jing stretched his hand and rubbed his forehead, really stood still and didn't move.
Yun Qianyue looked back at Rong Jing, his heart was funny, thinking that he was not so disciplined in front of the old prince of Rongwang Mansion? It seems that he is very respectful to this grandfather.
"Write!" The old man pointed to the pen and paper on the desk case.
Yun Qingyue a little thanked her for her extensive interest in the previous life, and once visited the winery. So although I haven't done it for myself, I know that in theory, it's a good thing. She nodded, raised the pen to integrate the current brewing technology, and scribbled a set of brewing methods. From equipment, to materials, to procedures, it is very clear.
The old man stared at Yun Qiangyue's pen, an old face remained unchanged from beginning to end.
It took about a scent of incense. Yun Qianyue finished writing, put down her pen, and clearly saw the light in the eyes of the old man. She smiled sweetly at the old man, "Grandpa, is this satisfactory?"
The old man did not raise his head, waved his hand, "You can go!"
Yun Qingyue is speechless, is this all right? Passed? After some hard work, he dropped a word.
"Why? Don't want to go? Waiting for me to invite you out?" The old man finally looked up at her when she saw Yun Qingyue still.
Yun Qingyue was a little depressed. This old man made her want to pull out his beard, but in terms of martial arts, she couldn't succeed! She is definitely not an opponent of this old man.
"Grandpa! Did you forget something?" Rong Jing reminded.
"What's the matter?" The old man's eyes were scorched on the wine side, and he couldn't move away.
"Meet your grandson's wife-in-law!" Rong Jing thin lips lightly opened.
The old man reached into his arms, took out a piece of paper, and threw it to Yun Qianyue without looking, "Here!"
Yun Qingyue reached out and took it, thinking of a broken piece of paper and sent her away? This gift is too light!
"Let's go!" Rong Jing glanced at the paper in Yun Qianyue's hand, his eyebrows seemed to be smiling, and turned back with a smile.
Yun Qingyue thought that the old man would certainly not really get a piece of torn paper in his hand, and thanked, "Thank you grandpa!"
The old man snorted, "This is what the stinky kid is worried about! Otherwise, do you think he will bring you to be angry with me? Stinky things, my girly girl didn't have so many minds in those days, all of them were inherited by the Royal Palace. "
Yun Qianyue took a step and looked back.
The old man waved to her, "Hurry up! Don't disturb me making wine!"
Yun Qingyue turned around and saw that Rong Jing had already left the room. She tucked the paper into her sleeve, and she chased it out lightly. When I came to the door, I saw Rongjing standing on the steps with his jade standing tall. The black brocade was like the night sky, and Qing Jun was sharp. She paused for a moment, reached out and clasped his hands, and smiled and asked, "What is it that makes you so worried?"
"Go back and see it!" Rong Jing withdrew his gaze from the sky and smiled at Yun Qianyue.
Yun Qingyue nodded, anyway, the paper was in her sleeve, and she didn't ask again. Rong Jing came out of this courtyard.
At the gate of the courtyard, Yun Qingyue saw Cang Ting and the two little girls did not leave, apparently waiting for them to come out. Her eyes flickered, thinking that he had just seen his appearance and should not be recognized by him.
"Brother Chu!" The shouts of the two little girls were much lower, somewhat timid.
Rong Jing yelled, his tone a little cold.
The two little girls looked dull, and came over to apologize to Rong Jingqi, "Brother Chu, I'm sorry, we were just rude!"
Is this a soldier's gift? Yun Qianyue found these two little girls very interesting. Either it is pure, or very unwilling.
"Only once!" Rong Jing's voice was still cold.
"Hmm!" The two nodded together.
"Does the Chu family master Li Xiangxi Yu, or does Li Xiangxi Yu be used on the Red Pavilion Lord?" Cang Ting asked with a smile. It seemed that the awkwardness that had been attacked by Yun Qianyue at this door earlier by spirits no longer existed.
"Did Lord Cang haven't played enough yet?" Rong Jing's eyes gave Cang Ting a sharp look.
"A little bit!" Cang Ting couldn't admit it.
"I'm sorry, even if my wife wants to play, it depends on whether the man's worth is worth her shot. Obviously, the young master is just unqualified." Rong Jing dropped a sentence and dragged Yun Qianyue to leave.
"Yun Qianyue!" Cang Ting suddenly shouted.
Yun Qianyue didn't seem to hear it. Following Rong Jing, he kept pace, even without changing his footprints.
"Brother Cang, who is Yun Qingyue?" Ms. Hua asked suspiciously.
"Is that Miss Qingyue in Yunwang Mansion of Tiansheng Capital?" Miss Lan also asked.
Cang Ting said nothing, staring at Yun Qiangyue's back, his eyebrows twisted deeply, and a pair of phoenix eyes was deep and unpredictable. For a moment, he was about to answer the two of them, only to hear the calm and self-control voice from Yun Qianyue in front of him, and there was also some disgust. "Zi Gui, is this the young master of Cang family wrong?"
"Well, probably, ignore the irrelevant people." Although Rong Jing's voice was cold, it was not difficult to hear a trace of tenderness.
"Hmm!" Yun Qianyue answered softly.
Immediately after, the two turned around the corner of the high wall, blocking their figure.
Cang Ting's complexion changed, and the twelve fracture fans in his hand squeaked loudly. His thin lips curled into a line, and his breath could freeze three feet around him.
"Brother Cang!" The two little girls looked at him with a chill, apparently never seen him so discolored.
Cang Ting withdrew the chill from his body and gently shook his sleeves. He glanced at the two of them, "It's getting late, you go home! Chu Rong is not for you, don't think about it anymore." The blue family walked.
The two little girls stopped talking, biting their lips and watching him leave. Cang Ting figure walked away, the two looked at each other, Qi Qi turned away. They were entangled today, and they knew that there was no such person in their eyes. The Red Pavilion Master is so powerful that even a master like Cang Brother can't deal with her. They have no ability to win her.
It's not too much to be sad and heartbroken.
Back at the courtyard where he had settled earlier, a man at the door whispered to Rong Jing, "Homeowner, Homeowner Feng is here!"
Wind embers? Yun Qianyue had a footstep.
"What about people?" Rong Jing looked at Yun Qianyue and asked.