Chapter 117: Getting off the vest (two in one)

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 117: Getting off the vest (two in one)

Mr. He... Mr. He...

In the banquet hall, there was magnificent magnificent. When Gao Mingjing jumped out, he suddenly made this question, and everyone present was stunned.

The three words "Young Master He" echoed in his ears, and he looked at each other.

Obviously, I am not unfamiliar with this name that had swept across the three stages of Molin within half a day, turning the tide and continuing the decent name for the court.

But on this occasion, it is still surprising that it is spit out from the mouth of Gao Mingjing, the "divorce master".

And from the meaning of this great painter, it seems that he is sure that Mr. He’s true identity is Si Chen from the Imperial Heavenly Prison?

This joke is a bit unfunny.

But the question is, will Gao Mingjing make such a charge without evidence?

In an instant, many eyes suddenly turned to the direction of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, as if they wanted to find an answer.

But they found that the prison guards led by Li Guofeng were also surprised and confused, and seemed confused and shocked.

"Shi Gao..." Qu Chuchen, dressed in a humble gentleman, lost his voice and looked at his teacher in confusion.

He is very sure that the two have differences in appearance, figure and voice.

Beside him, the little fat man Ke Qiao pursed his lips and stared at the center of the hall, standing on the luxurious carpet, and in the focus of everyone's attention.

His breathing was a little rapid, and the two figures in front of him tried to overlap.

What a joke... Saint Yu Yu was stunned for a moment, looked at Gao Mingjing strangely, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Although Ji Ping'an does have some tricks, he has no connection with the mysterious people who are famous in the Shendu. The only thing that is similar is probably age...

But if it has nothing to do with it, why did Gao Mingjing say that?

With infinite doubts in mind, the girl couldn't help looking at the man and woman in the middle of the field.

Her gaze first looked at Ji Ping'an, and was surprised to find that facing Gao Mingjing's burning gaze, the boy's face was still calm.

Wait, why are you so calm?

Shouldn't you be dumbfounded, confused or confused?

The girl's heart pounded, and suspicion and a hint of uneasiness appeared on her white porcelain-like little face. She looked at her master like help.

But see:

She was wearing a feathered cloak, a lotus jade crown on her head, and a whisk in her hand. There was no surprise on her face with a stunning female leader who was wearing a feathered dress.

Instead, he looked at Ji Ping'an with interest, as if looking forward to how he responded.

Yu Yu instantly had a bad premonition. With her understanding of her master, how could she not taste it?

Ji Ping'an, who was the focus of his attention, was also helpless, and he did not expect Gao Mingjing to choose to question him in person.

In fact, he was somewhat prepared for such things as losing his vest.

After all, with the opening of the God Capital Award, I am destined to walk to the front.

As long as he attracts enough sight, it is not surprising to arouse suspicion. The only difference lies in the time.

As for worry and tension, there is really no one.

It’s not that my reincarnation vest has fallen off, it’s just Mr. He’s skin, and it’s no big deal.

The reason why he pretended to be a big part was that it was still a while before the Gods Award.

He needs to practice quietly and not want to be disturbed.

But now... it will fall.

It’s not that I can’t explain it. Anyway, there is a very suitable Xin Yaoguang around me who wipes her butt, so I’ll just give her any questions.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly and said:

"Mr. Gao knows it well, so why bother to point it out."

His voice was very light, but when it fell into everyone's ears, it was like a big rock, falling into the lake, causing huge waves.

Gao Mingjing leaned forward, his eyes were complicated, and his heart felt like he had knocked over the Five Flavors Bottle:

"It's really you..."

Although I am sure, I really admit it and feel different after all.

As the two of them talked, the originally quiet banquet hall blew up and almost boiled, and almost everyone showed a shocked look.

What did they hear?

Ji Ping'an admitted that he was indeed the "Young Master He", and Xin Yaoguang beside him did not deny it.

When the news was revealed, the impact on the minds of hundreds of monks present was no less than the assassination just now, or even greater.

"It's him..."

Li Guofeng, wearing an official robe and deep eyes, suddenly shrank his pupils and he was slightly lost.

Even though I have had too many similar experiences, I have repeatedly raised my expectations for this "little junior brother" who has no title.

But at this moment, the Grand Marshal was still hit by this news.

"Junior sister, you didn't say this last time." Huang Chen, who was honest and unspeakable, turned his head and looked at the female supervisor beside him, with a quiet tone.

But he found that Xu Xiurong's simple white face was biting with plump lips, and he was also staring at the figure in the field, looking silly and sweet.

OK... It seems that he was also hidden...

"No wonder, no wonder."

In the crowd, Huang He suddenly realized:

"I just said that I didn't find the young master that day, and the bamboo in the yard was also marked by the cut down. I wonder what it had carved."

The foodie Mu Yaoyao stood there in a daze, her mouth was so swaying that she couldn't even hold the crystal elbow in her hand, and she felt a sense of excitement that a big star was by my side.

She even began to think about whether to go back and ask Ji Ping'an to write more autographs and sell them out...

You know, before, female prison students in the Imperial Heaven Prison asked for their signatures.

This time it is famous in the Shendu, and it will definitely be a sales outlet.

Luo Huaizhu, who had a thin figure and a slightly messy hair, woke up the screams beside him from daze.

She didn't listen to assassination at all, but was immersed in her own world and thought about the problems of her practice.

This time he tilted his head blankly and looked at the Tianbang team next to him:

"what happened?"

The team members were speechless, thinking that this level of distraction was really "Luo Huaizhu".

After Jian Zhuang explained, Luo Huaizhu was also stunned.

"It's really him..."

The little fat man Ke Qiao breathed a deep breath, as if he had relieved his doubts in his heart, and he felt relieved.

He turned his head and looked at the "golden boy and jade girl" beside him, and saw the shock on Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun's face with relief.

Obviously, compared with the rest of the people, as real "defeated generals", the two were the most shocked.

Therefore, being able to play "Time" so well is also related to the teaching of the national teacher... Zhong Tongjun suddenly realized.

Finally found Ya... Qu Chuchen's eyes lit up after being shocked, and he felt the urge to talk to him for a long time and learn about his painting skills again.

"Master, is this true?"

The scholars of Huaiyuan were slightly shocked and even a little happy.

How can I describe that feeling...Ji Ping'an mentioned the literary meeting just now, which made them feel like they were tortured.

Hey, guess what, Molin is the one who was tortured the most.

"We just lost to the national teacher's poems, which is really normal, but Molin really lost to the Imperial Heavenly Prison."

Qin Leyou and Han Qingsong had this idea at the same time, and the brothers and sisters all showed gloating smiles on their faces.

"That person is also him?"

Zhao Yuanji, who was like a little lion, was stunned for a moment. He was not very interested in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but was just surprised.

He turned his head to look at Luan Yu next to him, and the girl who was frightened by the female monk's arms.

I hope she can make a few remarks.

As a result, he found that Zhao Yuanyang, who was introverted and was timid when he met everyone, leaned against Luan Yu's swollen chest and looked at the boy in the field with bright eyes.

“…”

Zhao Yuanji suddenly felt a little sour.
To be continued...