Zhanxi is a woman of integrity.

She's not good at dealing with children?

Ha.

I think she's very good at coaxing children.

Jiang Cheng glanced at Jin Ling, whose face was puffed up like a steamed bun, and almost scolded him like how Lan QiRen scolded him.

If it weren't for the fact that Kim Kwang-yao was present …

Thinking of his drunken embarrassment the day before yesterday, the corner of Jiang Cheng's eyes twitched again, and his face became even paler.

Not far away, Zhanxi, dressed in elegant gentleman's clothing, was teasing a child with a fan.

The child was about one year old. His cheeks were white, and his features were excessively delicate. There was a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows, and two black jades embedded under the crescent moon were as bright as stars.

He held a small folding fan in his hand. After waving it twice in the air, it was taken away by the black-clothed man holding him.

The child was momentarily stunned. Blinking his large eyes, he raised his head to look at the gloomy man. Frightened, tears welled up in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

Seeing this, He Xuan quickly glanced at Zhanxi. In the blink of an eye, he suppressed the various emotions in his eyes and pretended to be calm. His brows, however, constantly tightened as the child's expression changed.

The latter calmly took off the pendant hanging around her neck, scratched the child's chin like she was teasing a puppy, and raised her hand to bring the shiny pendant to him, saying, "Sister will give this to you to play with. Don't cry."

Xiao Qingxuan immediately put away the pendant and tears. Looking curiously at the aquamarine stone, he raised his paw and reached out to Zhanxi. He happily hugged her neck, and happily planted a big kiss on her left cheek.

Zhanxi had always been generous to children. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her cheek, not caring about the faint teeth marks.

Her index finger lightly tapped the child's forehead, and she opened her mouth to say something.

"So cute."

"What!" Jiang Cheng stared at Lan Xichen in horror.

The atmosphere became a little strange.

Ze Wujun, who was smart, quickly understood why Jiang Cheng had such a big reaction. He smiled and said, "What I mean is, Miss Chan said that the child is very cute."

Jiang Cheng's heart was still palpitating. He looked away and held back his anger for a while. In the end, he couldn't help but scold, "Jin Ling, what kind of expression is that? Can you not look like a resentful wife!"

Although the analogy was apt, it was still too crude.

This is my nephew.

Kim Kwang-yao looked down and patted Jin Ling's head tenderly.

The child who also had a cinnabar dot between his eyebrows had exquisite embroidery on his snow-patterned robe. His amber eyes were condensed with fine fluorescent light, which gathered together like a burning light.

"Who's looking like a resentful woman?

Uncle, you only know how to scold me all day long!

Hmph, I want to stay in Orchid Hill, I'm not going back to Lotus Pier! "

After he finished speaking, he crawled behind Kim Kwang-yao and scratched the corner of Kim Kwang-yao's sleeve until it was deeply wrinkled.

Jiang Cheng said, "Okay, you stay with your uncle for a few more days. I also want some peace and quiet."

Jin Ling pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Kim Kwang-yao said, "Miss Chan is finally willing to come back."

"Ah Ling."

Jin Ling took the candied hawthorn, but his face was stiff and he couldn't show a happy expression.

Because … it was awkward.

*

Zhanxi was expressionless most of the time. She was comparable to Lan Er of the Lan family's twin jade annulus.

But the premise was that there were no children present.

Zhanxi had a kind of ability that was different from ordinary people.

If Jiang Cheng was like Wei WuXian, who didn't care about trifles at all, he would probably clap his hands and praise her talent.

… Zhanxi was a dumpling harvester.

On a small scale.

For example, Jin Ling.

For example, Xue Yang.

For example, Black Water Chen Zhou was holding Feng Shi Niangniang Qing Xuan, who was originally sixteen years old and beautiful like a flower after being miserably tricked by a villain.

Another example would be the Crown Prince, Xie Lian, who was extremely unlucky in the first half of his life, who rose three times and fell behind three times, and who had the strange experience of going back to when he was one year old.

On a large scale.

For example, the kindergarten students under the Jiang Clan's Jin family.

Lan Xichen was thinking, if he could borrow Miss Chan from Jiang Cheng and bring her back to the Cloud Recesses, Sizhui Jingyi's group of children would probably release their natural instincts and play wildly for a while.

But uncle would definitely be so angry that his beard would straighten. Maybe the dignified Ze Wujun would be punished by the elders to copy the Lan family's rules.

Although, he was already the sect leader.

*

Under the thousand steps of the Lamyeongjin clan, a few meters north was the busiest street in the area.

During the day, the street vendors were endless. Luxurious and rich commoners came and went. At night, the flow of people was even more impressive.

Bright lanterns hung high on both sides of the street. The light was like the sunset on the horizon.

Zhanxi always felt that the people here were all nobles.

The fragrances floating around were not the same. Some were light, some were heavy, but most of them were the fragrances of the daughters of the rich, or the male actors who were more exquisite than the girls.

She temporarily parted with the three sect leaders in front of the teahouse.

This time, Jin Ling took the initiative to follow the two elders of his family, not with her.

Jiang Cheng and Zhanxi looked at each other. The former understood, the latter was suspicious.

But Zhanxi looked at him for a long time, but didn't say anything. She pulled Xue Yang, who was also wearing a white robe, and quickly went into the izakaya opposite the teahouse.

"Really an alcoholic." Jiang Cheng scolded.

He had never seen her abstain from drinking, or patiently drink tea.

Oh, he had forgotten that.

Why did Zhanxi have to be patient?

"Jiang Zongzhu, you're wrong. In my opinion, Miss Chan should be a wine immortal who comes and goes in the wind."

Lan XiChen had a warm smile on his face, but he was the epitome of the saying, "Don't stop until you're shocked to death." At least, that was what Jiang Cheng thought. He'd already been shocked twice by Sect Master Lan today.

"Second brother is right."

"…" Shut up, you groupie!

Wine immortal?

She wasn't Li Taibai from the Tang Dynasty who could spit out half the country.

Li Taibai wrote exceptional poems when he was drunk, and his good name was passed down through the ages. Zhanxi, this fellow …

Jiang Cheng was stunned, as if the dust from the huge rock had covered his face.

F * ck!

This Zhan person can't get drunk at all!

*

Two days later, Jiang Cheng set out to return to Yunmeng.

Zhanxi said, "Mr. Jiang, I'm going to the capital. I won't be going with you."

"The capital?"

"For fun."

"I'm free."

"And money," Zhanxi added.

Jiang Cheng snorted. He flicked his sleeves and got on his sword. He led a few Jiang Clan disciples and left on his sword.

Zhanxi watched as the Jiang Clan's purple light shrunk into a few dots and then disappeared. She raised her eyebrows slightly.

On the side, Lan XiChen was originally preparing to return to Gusu. Hearing the two's concise and comprehensive conversation, he really found it interesting. He paused for a moment and said, "Miss Zhan, have you always communicated with Sect Leader Jiang like this?"

"Yes." Zhanxi tilted her head. "He doesn't say anything good to me. I'm not much different from him."

Jiang Cheng had an extremely poisonous tongue. Just calling her a drunkard was enough to make her grit her teeth in anger.

It was best for the two of them to talk less, so that they wouldn't argue and ruin each other's moods.

"But if you're going to the capital, you can go with me.

I'm going to visit a friend. "

"I see."