After the man with white hair in the python robe stepped into the pavilion, the people who were looking for books stopped their movements and looked at the man.

Jiang Nanshang still had a coldness, but when he stepped into the pavilion, the coldness that was soaking in his heart and bones completely dissipated, replaced by the warmth that was as smug as jade.

Only at this moment does spring really feel like spring.

"The internal strength of the Lantian is warm." Mo Lian looked at Yu Jing's back and murmured, "If I remember correctly, Yu Jing's internal strength and another martial arts complement each other."

"Can he learn that martial arts?" Ling Pengyue looked at Yu Jing's white hair and frowned.

"Prince." Scholar Jingyue, who was beside him, suddenly said.

"Mr. Liang." Ling Pengyue turned around and looked at him, but was stunned. The scholar Jingyue, who was originally wearing a relaxed and lazy body, was so gloomy at this moment. He turned the folding fan back to his waist and walked towards the bookcase, "Prince, it seems that this wine is not enough to drink today."

Ling Pengyue lowered his head slightly, then looked at Mo Lian beside him.

Mo Lian sighed, "What should be come will always come. If you don't want to accept it, just refuse. Go."

"Okay." Ling Pengyue walked forward.

"Wait." Mo Lian stopped him again.

"What's wrong?"

"You and him were brothers, don't have a quarrel."

"Understood."

Yu Jing first walked into a room, which was the room used by the owner of the Library Pavilion to entertain guests. Ling Pengyue followed closely and closed the door casually, "It seems that you are very familiar with this place."

"After I was studying in the palace school, my master asked me to study and develop a gentle and gentle spirit like jade to practice my jade-like martial arts. But I am not from Tianji Pavilion and cannot enter the Tianji Tower, so I was sent here by my master." Yu Jing looked around.

"Sit." Ling Pengyue sat down, but did not boil water, and poured the cold tea into the cup on Yujing's seat.

Yu Jing sat down, not angry, picked up the cold tea, a heated air rose from his palm, and the cup of tea was steaming in an instant. He took a sip and said, "Not bad."

"How is Eunuch Yujing's recent life?" Ling Pengyue sneered.

"Shang Ke." Yu Jing slowly put down the teacup, then gently wiped his mouth with a white towel. His every behavior was as gentle as jade and as elegant as jade. Just from the outside, he should be a gentle young master who is well-read in poetry and books.

"It's a pity that he is a eunuch." Ling Pengyue sneered in his heart.

Yu Jing began to close his eyes and twist the Buddhist beads, and suddenly asked, "Do you feel unwilling to accept it? Do you have the desire to compete for success?"

"He asked you to ask me?" Ling Pengyue replied casually: "If I say yes, are you going to kill me for him?"

"I want to ask myself." Yu Jing shook his head and smiled.

"You?" Ling Pengyue sneered: "Let's just pretend I believe you. No."

Yu Jing did not answer the conversation, but looked at the bamboo forest swaying outside the window. Ruru saw from it that he was studying hard in the bamboo forest many years ago, and then sighed heavily, "Okay, after all, not everyone is willing to get involved in this muddy water in the court, and I don't want to force it. It's better to ask for yourself than to ask others."

"You came to me to ask this boring question?" Ling Pengyue began to cook tea seriously.

"Even if it's a reminiscing about the friendship that year, it's good." Yu Jing used his internal strength again and heated up a cup of cold tea.

Yu Jing looked at the teacup that had been smashed to pieces, finished drinking tea silently, turned his head and left without saying a word.

Ling Pengyue also turned around and never looked back.

But he met Mo Lian's sad eyes.
Chapter completed!