Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 116

"Xi Lingchi?" I can't think of anyone else but him. Sitting next to Chou Qian, his status must be top-notch.

No sooner had I guessed than the koala couldn't contain itself and tried to kill me.

The mute man was one step ahead of Chou Qian, waving his hand to stop him.

"He knows who you are!" Koala would be better off dead right now.

"I trust Brother Sikong." After he finished speaking, he wanted to look out the window, but turned back halfway and said, "Brother Sikong, do you think the Eastern Qing's landscape is more beautiful, or the Western Feng's territory is more vast?"

Chou Qian shook me unexpectedly: "What do you think?"

"Me?" I pointed to my nose. "Are you asking me?"

“Yes.” Chou Qian nodded nonchalantly.

I have no idea what you're talking about. "Each has its own merits! I've heard that the political structure of the West is quite unique and very suitable for their development, while the foundation of the East is very good. Given the opportunity, either of them could potentially unify the four kingdoms, but I feel that the leaders of both countries don't have that ambition. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"How do you know Xifeng doesn't intend to unify the country? Perhaps we're just using this as a smokescreen." He stared intently at Chouqian as he spoke. Chouqian seemed to ignore him, remaining indifferent to him throughout.

"Subjective conditions do not allow it." Apart from your generation, Xifeng has always been a single-lineage heir. He does not have the subjective conditions for a long expedition. With such a fragile lineage, no one dares to gamble on the boundless prospect of unification.

"You seem to know a lot!"

"Yes, otherwise what would be the point of me having a head?" They're very smart, they just won't admit it.

He curled his lips into a mocking smile, but there was no sign of laughter. His only command was: "Sit still."

I look at him like he's an idiot. Is he crazy? Chou Qian hasn't even said anything yet, what are you babbling about?! Do you have a crush on me?

The reason my beard never grows out is because I'm too handsome.

"Get down. I am not used to this kind of Minister of Works."

I immediately hugged Chou Qian's neck and turned to Xi Lingchi provocatively: "Chou Qian, are you used to it?"

To my surprise, I waited for a full three minutes without hearing a reply. How embarrassing! I took a moment to nudge him and say, "Say something!"

Chou Qian suddenly stood up, and Lao Zi, caught off guard, hung the necklace around his neck. "You guys chat, I have to go first."

"Hey, what about me, a perfectly healthy person?"

"Can't you walk by yourself?"

Yes, I have long legs. I climbed up his neck and followed my older brother out the door.

Xi Lingchi did not refuse, but watched Sikong leave and then continued to enjoy the scenery.

I followed Sikong out. "Walk slowly." Almost the instant I stepped out of the room, Sikong had already disappeared.

The scenery before me was completely different from when I came in. Now, I was walking on a path paved with pebbles, and rows of green willows were welcoming spring with their tender shoots. Where am I?

"Ugly Qian!"

"Ugly Qian!"

"Chou Qian!" He disappeared so quickly, could he have gone to time travel too?

"Chou Qian!" Get me out of here first!

"Young master, come with me." Her voice, as melodious as the four seasons, was like a solo performance of autumn, winter, spring, and summer. She approached me gracefully, her clothes flowing, her feet barely touching the ground.

I refused to look at him, admiring her as she used her figure to portray wind, rain, thunder, and snow: "My mistress has asked Greenie to take you out." Her voice was that of a newborn mother's loving expectation: "Come with me."

I willingly approached her, wanting to feel her natural, gentle, and elegant aura.

Now I understand the definition of "what kind of master keeps what kind of dog".

As they reached the fork in the road, a voice as melodious as a nightingale's song rose again: "Young master, if you wish to see your master, you may leave on your own."

"I'll just walk around by myself." I'm afraid that seeing too many beautiful women will make me feel inferior.

"Young master, you may proceed. I, Lü'er, will take my leave."

"Bye-bye, see you later."

She left like a warm breeze, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the vibrant early spring.

Sigh, I've decided to hate you. I hate women who are both beautiful and talented. Are you trying to kill an honest citizen like me?

Let's go.

Something feels off to me.

It seems like we didn't use any stairs or ramps at all!

But I definitely went up to the fifth floor!

There are no elevators these days!

I couldn't help but shudder: "A ghost." Never come here again, it's either soul-crushing or deadly.

"Miss Shen, please wait."

"Are you crazy! What are you shouting about in the street?! Everyone can hear you! Do you want me dead?! You have ulterior motives!"

"You—!" The koala took a step forward defiantly, but then, as if remembering something, retreated back to the polar bear's side, isolating him from the crowd.

Pshaw! What a waste of time. Look at him, he'd rather the whole world die. Nobody wants to be near him.