The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 135 Jialan (one more)

  "Cousin, sister can help you, so I'm here, and it will depend on your own efforts in the future." Zhao Zhen patted Ran Tengxiao on the shoulder, and said earnestly.

   "Little girl, you think too much." Ran Tengxiao tapped his knees with fingers, and the jade fingers on his thumbs radiated a warm light in the night.

   "Really?" Zhao Zhen hooked his lips, "Just treat it as I think too much."

  The light flashed, Zhao Zhen bit his lip and asked tentatively: "Cousin, have you seen Xi Yu recently?"

  This kid has come and gone without a trace, just as if the world has evaporated, and he can't find a trace after digging three feet in the ground.

   Ran Tengxiao snorted, and looked at Zhao Zhen sideways.

  The neon lights flashing past the car window clearly reflect the worry and entanglement on the girl's charming face.

  "What do you mention him for?"

   "He lost the bet with you, shouldn't he stay by your side and do things? This untrustworthy guy, next time I see him, he will definitely give him a lesson." Zhao Zhen said viciously.

"Are you willing to?"

  Ran Tengxiao's light and fluttering words made Zhao Zhen's face flushed all of a sudden, and her domineering tone was mixed with a bit of sorrow that she could not even notice: "Cousin, what are you talking about."

  Where did Ran Tengxiao have seen Zhao Zhen, who is used to being arrogant and domineering, show such a little daughter's side, and he couldn't help but feel a chill.

   "That kid is not for you, so I died early."

  Zhao Zhen was taken aback, his face turned white, and he muttered, "Why?"

  "Are you admitting this?"

  Zhao Zhen pursed his lips in silence.

   "How many times did you meet him? How much do you know about him?" Ran Tengxiao asked faintly, and the dim car suddenly became a little breathless.

  Zhao Zhen bit her lower lip with her teeth: "I don't care, I just like him."

  Ran Tengxiao sneered: "It seems that Auntie does not have the side you are used to. I can say nothing of this. You can weigh it yourself."

   Thinking of what, Zhao Zhen said: "Cousin, I think Zhu Mingjing should know Xi Yu."

  Ran Tengxiao squinted his eyes, and subconsciously rubbed the jade pull finger on his thumb with his finger, "How do you say?"

Zhao Zhen thoughtfully said: "I smelled Xi Yu's smell on Zhu Mingjing, which is very similar, but I am not sure. Because it is not the smell of perfume, Zhu Mingjing should not spray perfume, it looks like deodorant, that kind of smell. ...."

  Zhao Zhen closed his eyes, "Like plum blossoms melted with ice and snow, mixed with a touch of sandalwood..."

  She has a fresh memory of this smell. She has searched through all major perfume brands in the past and now all the perfumes on sale or collection, but she has not found this smell.

  Ran Tengxiao is not surprised, Zhao Zhen has a particularly sensitive sense of smell since he was a child, and he can smell many smells that ordinary people can't smell.

   "Sandalwood?"

Zhao Zhen nodded: "Actually, I'm not sure. It's not that kind of inferior sandalwood. I tried many kinds of sandalwood to be sure that it should be Jialan sandalwood. This kind of sandalwood is very rare and grows on cliffs. It exudes a strange scent, and there are many toxic strains around it, and it is also highly toxic. Many people are poisoned to death when picking it. Only a single jalan wood can extract sandalwood the size of a fingernail. Because it is so rare that there is no circulation at all on the market, Jialan wood is a very precious psychic wood in Buddhist classics."

  I wish Ming Jing grew up in Buddhism since childhood. All this makes sense.

This is also a point that she is quite jealous of wishing Mingjing. After looking through a lot of information, she found these. Although she has not smelled the smell of Jialan wood, it is clearly recorded in the ancient books that Jialan wood has a strange fragrance and touches it. Long scattered.

  In other words, as long as ordinary people have this kind of incense, they will not get rid of it for a long time.

  The more magical point is that if a person bathes in this fragrance for a long time, he will see something that ordinary people can’t see, that is, the psychic wood.

  I wish Ming Jing had a very weak scent. People with a very sensitive sense of smell could not smell it at all. She should have used this kind of scent.

   And she had also smelled this scent on Xi Yu, although it was even weaker than that on Zhu Mingjing.

  Jia blue sandalwood is so rare and rare, will it appear on two people at the same time?

  Ming Chen and Ming Ti, who also often come into contact with Ming Jing, she also smelled them on them, but it was much lighter than Zhu Ming Jing.

  Ran Tengxiao hooked her lips: "This Miss Zhu, there are more and more mysteries on her body."

  Zhao Zhen thought of a possibility, and suddenly the hairs all over his body stood up.

  No, the person Xiyu likes is also Zhu Mingjing, right?

  Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth and said: "Cousin, I only recognize one cousin in my life, and that is Zhu Mingjing. My sister will give you full support. Come on."

  Ran Tengxiao glanced at her: "Go away."

  ——

  The car drove into the Ran’s mansion.

  It's too late, and Zhao Zhen is not going to go back. She also has a house in Ran's house, and she comes back to live occasionally to show her identity as Miss Ran's family.

   "Master Xiao, you are back." Ye Jian greeted him.

   Seeing Zhao Zhen pleasantly surprised: "Miss, you are here too."

The sound of falling objects came from the    building, and Zhao Zhen "tucked", "What went crazy in the middle of the night?"

  Ye Jian was a little embarrassed. Since the incident happened last time, the second young master has changed his personality.

  Zhao Zhen ran to the second floor with a "thump thump", ready to get down the ground.

  Ran Tengxiao walked into the study, "Has Xi Yu got any news?"

   "No, this kid disappears without a trace every time, our people can't keep up."

Ye Jian thought of something and said: "The entire police force was mobilized a few days ago, and his subordinates felt that something was wrong. They sent people to investigate. It turned out that it was the young master of the Qu family from Beijing who came to Jiangzhou. There was a car accident and the person disappeared. Panic, but fortunately, the person has been found."

   Ran Tengxiao smiled clearly: "It turned out to be him."

   Ye Jian dumbly said: "I have seen him before?"

   "We have dinner together tonight, a little boy." He chuckled.

  Ye Jian's eyes widened, Master Xiao actually had dinner at the same table with Young Master Qu Jia? The spreading has not caused a big wave of rendering.

  Ran Tengxiao squinted his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Is the uncle who tied the wrong child back then?"

   "It seems that Master Xiao already knows."

   Ye Jian turned his head and looked towards the door, "Hall Master Lin."

   Lin Feng walked in with a solemn expression.

   Ye Jian quietly retreated, closed the door, and loyally guarded the entrance of the study.

   "Among the big families in Kyoto, he is the only child of the right age." Ran Tengxiao said lightly.

"After Ji Chang defected, Wen Ye chased after Ji Chang's son and threatened him, but he mistakenly arrested Qu Jia's young master because of an intelligence error. Qu Lan Ting was very concerned about this younger brother and gave Wen Ye a plan. After getting off the net, Master Wen could not escape, and was betrayed by Yu Jiang, and eventually died. But what was the situation at the time? Master Wen was dead and Yu Jiang had been missing for many years. Only Young Master Qu, who had personally experienced the scene, knew about it. Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

"The whereabouts of Yu Jiang may find a breakthrough in this young master Qu, but it is a pity that Qu Lanting has protected this younger brother too well, and is extremely vigilant to us. He has been committed to attacking the Ran family in the past few years, and now it is hard to catch his breath. , If Qu Lanting watched him again for this reason, the gain might not be worth the loss." Lin Feng said worriedly.

  Ran Tengxiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a slender figure was reflected on the glass in front of him. The man's eyes were as deep as deep and unfathomable.

   "Ran Bowen, Yu Jiang, Qu Feitai, Zhu Mingjing, Xi Yu..." There seems to be a thread looming in the traction, but who owns this thread is still unknown.

  "Yunmo came to Jiangzhou to protect Young Master Qu personally. It is not easy for Ran's family to walk up to now. We still have to protect ourselves for the time being. Qu Lanting is crazy and unscrupulous. His bottom line is his brother."

Lin Feng looked at Ran Tengxiao's back and said slowly.

  "Go to check Zhu Mingjing."

  Lin Feng was startled, looking at Ran Tengxiao’s back inexplicably, this Miss Zhu has nothing to do with what happened twelve years ago, right?

  If it is the selfishness of Master Xiao...

  "You forgot about the narcissus basin. I never believe in any coincidence, but there is a possibility..."

  Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes, "Uncle Gong’s daughter, if she is still alive, she will be sixteen years old."

  Lin Feng widened his eyes in shock, "This...isn't it impossible?"

   "The genes of the Zhu family can't give birth to such an excellent child." Ran Tengxiao said mockingly.

   Lin Feng agrees with this point. Apart from other Ran’s family, the genes are good, all of them are handsome men and beautiful women.

  It's just that this guess is too unbelievable. He couldn't react to it for a while, and his brain was about to crash.

   "Everyone knows Miss Zhu, she is the real daughter of the Zhu family who just got it back. Isn't the Zhu family even mistaken about this?"

   Ran Tengxiao glanced at him faintly, “With Zhu Mingjing’s cleverness, I don’t believe she can’t even handle such simple things.”

   Lin Feng was shocked: "Then why did she do this?"

  He can't keep up with Master Xiao's brain circuit anymore.

   "So I ask you to check, don't let any of the people around her."

Lin Feng frowned, turned around and left in a hurry.

  The night is as cool as water, and the garden outside the French windows is peaceful.

   Ran Tengxiao turned around.

  Behind the golden nanmu desk, there is a huge bogu shelf full of antiques.

  He stepped up to the Bogu shelf, and on a grid flush with the line of sight, there was a jade cabbage plant, which was rich in green and rich in greenery.

  Ran Tengxiao held the emerald cabbage in both hands, turned left three times, and then turned right three times. After hearing a mechanical sound of clicking, a magical scene happened.

The   Bogu frame was divided into two from the middle, and slowly retreated to both sides, revealing an iron door.

  There is a password input device next to the iron gate.

  There are only three input opportunities, and it has been used twice. If the other one is entered incorrectly, the entire Ran’s mansion will be razed to the ground in an instant.

  My father had found someone to try to dig a hole in the ground, but the cracks in the underground walls were filled with mercury. It was even more impossible to imitate the design of Qin Shihuang’s Mausoleum.

  The craftsman who designed the secret room has been killed by Ran Bowen.

  Ran Bowen’s cautiousness and viciousness can be seen here.

  "Uncle, uncle, what secrets are hidden in your secret room?"

  ——

  ——Brother Qu and Sister Qu are already asleep, don't worry.

  After sending WeChat, Ming Chen was about to switch to Weibo and was about to go to Chaohua to cheer on Brother Qu. Suddenly the phone was taken away, and Ming Chen got up from the bed: "Mingti, you return the phone to me."

  Mingti said with a cold face, "Sleep."

  Ming Chen curled his mouth aggrievedly, "You...huh, I'm ignoring you, I'm going to sleep with the second sister."

  Hugging the pillow to get out of bed, quickly walked to the door and heard a cold voice: "Xiao Wu already sleeps in a room by herself, are you worse than Xiao Wu?"

  Mingchen paused and snorted: "I'm looking for Xiaowu to sleep."

  The words fell, opened the door and ran away.

  Mingti sighed, not worrying about it day by day.

  Mingjing came out of the shower, wrapped in a soft nightgown and sat in front of the dressing table.

  A figure was reflected in the mirror.

  Ming Jing raised his hand and touched his scalp, a little prickly.

  New hair has grown out.

  When the hair just grows out, it really doesn’t look good.

  But the person in the mirror has a small face, exquisite features, a tall nose, fair skin, and dark pupils. There is a beauty that is indistinguishable from male and female.

  Even if she has a bald head, she can hardly hide her peerless beauty and dusty temperament.

  Ding Jing's fingers flicked the bottles on the table, picked up a bottle of toner, poured it on the palm of his hand, and patted it on his face.

   In silence, a black shadow came in from the window.

   "My dear dear, I haven't seen you in a few days, but I want to die." The visitor walked behind Ming Jing and touched Ming Jing's face with his fingers, his words were frivolous, and his demeanor was Meng Lang.

  In the mirror, the slender body of the man in black wrapped around him is extremely plump and protruding forward and backward.

  Long hair tied a ponytail behind his head, showing exquisite and gorgeous facial features. When he rolls his eyes and raises his eyebrows, he is full of style, enchanting and charming.

  Ming Jing brushed her hand away, walked to the desk, picked up an English book, sat down and looked down.

   "Hey, don't you care about me at all?" Zheng Qing walked around Ming Jing, took away the English book in her hand, glanced at the cover, and frowned subconsciously.

   "Count of Monte Cristo? Why are you looking at this stuff? I can't understand the Chinese version. You still read the English version."

   Ming Jing looked up at her.

  The dark and quiet eyes are like two bottomless pools.

  Zheng Qing shivered, and put the book in her hand: "I have something to tell you, serious."

  Ming Jing opened the page he had seen before, and his eyes dropped, with a faint "um" sound.

  "Qu Feitai...He is the young master of the composer, do you know the composer in Kyoto?" Zheng Qing observed Ming Jing's face.

  The thick, long eyelashes of the girl fell below her eyelids, her brows were calm and gentle.

"Ok."

  Zheng Qing's voice was sharp: "You know?"

  Zheng Qing realized that he was overreacting, coughed, and said inconceivably, "When did you know about it?"

"just."

  Zheng Qing choked, muttered: "Could you please give me some reaction, there is no sense of accomplishment at all."

  Long time, she has gotten used to it.

"Young Master Qu Lanzhou, whose real name is Qu Lanzhou, is the posthumous son of Qu Liuqi. His mother died of dystocia to give birth to him. He was brought up by his half-elder brother Qulanting. Qu Lanting raised this younger brother as a son, Qulan When Zhou was six years old, he ran away from home and was kidnapped. The Qu family concealed it deeply, but there is no information that I can't dig out for what I did."

  Zheng Qing frowned triumphantly.

  "Do you know who kidnapped Qu Lanzhou?"

  Ming Jing said lightly: "Ran Bowen."

   "Fuck..., did your mother even tell you this?"

Zheng Qing frowned, "I can only find out that Ayu was seriously injured when he left, and it took a year of recuperation to gradually get better, but because of this, the root cause of the disease has fallen, otherwise it is impossible to fail to notice Nighthawk's ambush... "

"What happened? Ran Bowen and Ayu are dead. Qu Lanzhou is the only insider alive. I think we should catch this kid and pry open his mouth, otherwise we will never know what happened. What, and the clue of the other half of the Azure Dragon Seal might be on him." Zheng Qing said with a gloomy glow from the bottom of his eyes.

   Thinking of something, she looked at Mingjing and hooked her lips: "That kid is chasing you now. He is tall and handsome, or super high-class. You won't be tempted, right?"

  The mirror dropped her eyes, and said lightly: "No."

  Qufeitai is Qu Lanzhou, the little boy kidnapped by Ran Bowen.

  Twelve years ago, twelve years ago...

  Ming Jing suddenly felt a dull pain in her heart, almost unable to breathe. She suddenly grabbed the arm of the chair with her fingers, and the book in her hand fell to the floor with a muffled sound.

  Zheng Qing was startled, and saw that the finger bones of Ming Jing holding the arm of the chair were sunken, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, making him look skinny and shocking.

  And Ming Jing’s face, which has never been shocked, has tight eyebrows and a pale complexion that seems to be painful.

   "What's wrong with you?" Zheng Qing walked up to her, knelt down and looked at her worriedly.

  Dingjing looked at the English book that fell to the ground. The pages were scattered, and a line of English came into view clearly under the light.

  Allhumanwisdomsarecontainedinthesetwowords:waitandhope.

  All human wisdom is contained in these four words: waiting and hope.

  ——

  "Don't scare me." Zheng Qing hurriedly took out his phone and prepared to call 120.

  A pale and thin hand grabbed her hand that was about to dial.

  Zheng Qing raised his head, and instantly ran into a pair of dark and deep eyes.

   Black is like thick ink, the more pure, the deeper, and there seem to be many stories that cannot be told to others.

  That must be a sad story.

   "No need." Ming Jing spit out two words and let go.

  The face is still pale, but the painful color has disappeared a lot.

  Ming Jing bends over and picks up the scattered pages a little bit. His movements are slow but serious.

  Zheng Qing stared at her strangely, "Ding Spiegel, what else are you hiding from me? Am I still the person you trust the most?"

   "One day, you will know, not now."

   Zheng Qing was frustrated, and turned around anxiously, "Then what do you say now? The clue is broken here, and the Azure Dragon seal is not found. How can we fight against Nighthawk, how can we avenge Ayu?"

   "Don't rush, wait slowly."

  ——

  Zheng Qing left, and the bedroom was quiet again.

  Ding Jing turned off the lights, lying on the bed, staring at the darkness of nothingness.

  The palm falls on my heart.

  In the dark, a slow and powerful heartbeat hit her palm little by little, and then transmitted to the brain along with the nerve endings.

"Sorry……."

  The pistol fell to her feet, and she saw a pair of panicked eyes.

  Such beautiful eyes should not be stained with dust.

   With a sigh, floating in the dark night.

Oh it's you.

  ——

   "Boy, you look at my face, you won't be able to keep you." The man has a pair of eagle-like eyes, holding a pistol, and stepping closer to him.

  The little boy stepped back in fear, with a wall behind him, unable to retreat.

  He relied on shook his head and shouted: "Big Brother, help me."

  The man seemed to be startled, and then he smiled gloomily: "It's useless, Da Luo Jinxian can't save you anymore. To blame, you are the young master of the Qu family."

  The man raised his pistol and aimed the muzzle at his forehead.

  The suffocating feeling so close to death is so clear even in sleep.

  The young man frowned tightly and shook his head anxiously.

"do not want……."

  The crisp sound of finger pulling the trigger seemed to be broken down, falling into the ears so clearly in the dark.

  At the moment of the death, a black shadow suddenly jumped out and kicked the man's gun away, and the gun fell at his feet.

  He stared at the pistol on the ground, bent over and picked it up slowly.

  He saw the man died in her hands, and the woman walked towards him step by step with the blood-stained dagger in her hand.

   "Don't be afraid..."

   With a "bang" gunshot, the gentle smile on the woman's face was frozen forever, and she looked down at her chest.

  A blood hole is bleeding out.

  The "pop" pistol fell to the ground, and the woman looked up and saw a pair of beautiful eyes filled with fear.

   "Don't cry." She said.

   dragging blood on the ground towards him, behind him is a winding blood path.

  It was an unforgettable scene in his life, deeply embedded in his blood.

   "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

  The young man suddenly woke up from his nightmare, dripping with cold sweat, and panting in the dark.

  (End of this chapter)