Ranguang Treasure Mirror

The old pedant was busy taking notes with a pen and paper.

"Miss Zhou, can you tell me specifically how to distinguish the minerals on the surface of the wool?" the young man asked again.

Zhou Xiru was in a dilemma. She didn't want to talk about this topic. Zhao Hui hurriedly walked over and said with a smile, "Miss Ah Ru, come here, come here—look, this is my nephew..." As he spoke, he put his mobile phone Open it, call out a photo, and ask, "Isn't it handsome?"

Zhou Xiru understood that Zhao Hui was just trying to help her out. These people surrounded her asking questions, and they didn't even give her a teacher apprentice gift, and didn't even give her a red envelope. Why should she teach and solve doubts?

Xu Zhijie stared at the man on Zhao Hui's phone screen, feeling jealous.

"Uncle Zhao, are you his nephew?" Xu Zhijun asked sourly, "Why didn't I know that Cao Zimo still has a nephew like you?"

Zhao Hui was stunned for a moment, he just found a small fresh meat in the film and television industry to rescue Zhou Xiru, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Xu, do you know him?"

"Cao Zimo!" Xu Zhiyu said, "Ah Ru won't like him."

"Miss Ah Ru doesn't even like him, why are you so sour?" Zhao Hui smiled, "Mr. Xu, I can smell the vinegar on your body, it's so sour."

"Also, Mr. Xu, he is my nephew, and I am his uncle, can't he?" Just now he was dazed, and Xu Zhipeng almost led him into the ditch.

"Mr. Xu, do you really know him?" Zhao Hui asked, "Can you get me a signed poster?"

Both Xu Zhixuan and Zhou Xiru looked dull, looking at Zhao Hui, an old man who was three-year-old and five-year-old, how could he still have a crush on him?

"My wife is a fan of him!" Looking at their expressions, Zhao Hui knew they had misunderstood, and said with a smile, "If you know each other well, let me get a set of signed posters for his new drama?"

"Let me ask for you!" Xu Zhijie smiled, "It's not difficult, just don't introduce a boyfriend to my family Ah Ru. I've been worried every day these days."

"Mr. Xu, can you have some confidence in yourself?" Zhao Hui said with a smile, "You are good-looking, and you have money. You are a domineering president. What are you talking about?"

Xu Zhijie sighed, glanced at Zhou Xiru secretly, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Zhao, let me tell you, I was quite confident at first, even if I was facing the eldest son of the Shen family, such a beautiful man with dimples, I would not I'm not cowardly, but I really can't do it recently... I feel a little inferior."

Zhao Hui was a little surprised, and asked, "Mr. Xu, could it be that Miss A Ru has been secretly looking at other men?"

"What is sneaking around? She looked at it openly, and the point is, that old man is so good-looking..." Xu Zhijie said with emotion, "I don't even know how a man can be so good-looking, handsome, and beautiful. Like a jade tree facing the wind."

"Isn't you the one who faces the wind in Yushu?" Zhao Hui wondered, he had basically seen all the children from the aristocratic families in Jieyang, even if they were good-looking, he had never seen anyone like Xu Zhige said. This kind of person?

As for ordinary people, it is impossible to cultivate this kind of temperament.

"Old man?" Zhao Hui asked with a sudden twitch in his heart, "Ranger?"

Xu Zhixuan nodded and said: "Yes, it's You Xia. He's getting old, why doesn't he look old at all, he looks like a young man, Uncle Zhao, you don't know, every time Ah Ru sees him, his eyes water. Light!"

Zhou Xiru didn't hold back, reached out, pinched his ear, and cursed in a low voice: "Xu Zhipeng, what are you talking about?"

Xu Zhijie was pulled by her ears for a while, and he didn't care at all, and said loudly: "Ah Ru, every time you look at him, you have weird eyes, do you think I don't know? That's how it's written in all romance books. Yep, feuds—you feel it when you're in love, like Romeo and Juliet."

Zhou Xiru was so angry that he wanted to beat him violently.

Next to him, came He Seng's chuckle: "Female Bodhisattva, the ranger just looks young, he is one year older than the poor monk!"

Hearing He Seng's words, Zhou Xiru hurriedly let go, and said with a smile, "Master, you came too early."

"It's never too early to watch the excitement!" Seng He said with a smile.

"Master, this way!" Zhou Xiru greeted He Seng and walked towards the rest area.

"Master, is he... really injured?" Zhou Xiru asked tentatively.

He Seng nodded slightly and said, "It's absolutely true."

"How did you get hurt?" Zhou Xiru asked after pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

He Seng shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know, but... this is a bit strange..."

Seeing He Seng hesitating, Zhou Xiru frowned and asked, "Why is it so strange, master, don't use the meditation machine, just speak directly."

"He didn't get hurt by fighting with others. The wounds on his body are like torture wounds. Most of them were caused by whips or other hard objects." He Seng said in a low voice.

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"However, as far as I guess, even if he has special hobbies, he won't be ungrateful at such a time?" He said with a smile, "Bodhisattva, you should be happy, at least he can't do anything today."

For some reason, Zhou Xiru suddenly felt a little worried.

She couldn't find out why the ranger was injured, so the situation was a bit out of control.

No, she has to be fully prepared.

"Female Bodhisattva, the poor monk asked a personal question?" Seng He suddenly laughed.

"Eh?" Zhou Xiru was a little confused, and asked, "What personal question?"

He Seng thought for a while, and then slowly said: "In "Journey to the West", Zhu Bajie often asked the question when he saw a beautiful girl?"

Zhou Xiru was a little confused and couldn't help looking at Xu Zhipeng.

Xu Zhijie clenched his fist and said angrily, "Monk He, do you believe that I will beat you?"

Zhou Xiru suddenly recalled it, and asked, "How old are you? Are you married?"

"Ha..." He Seng laughed, "Female Bodhisattva, you are 21 years old, and your birthday is July 25th? Right? As for marriage, I don't care. That's not something I care about as a monk."

"My birthday this year has passed, if you want to give me a gift, wait until next year, it's too early!" Zhou Xiru said angrily.

"20 years ago, when Princess Baoxiang went to the East China Sea, she was pregnant." He Seng said lightly, "According to what Zang Yiran said, Li Yinghong once brought back a baby girl from the sacrificial god boat. Based on her age, it should be you. .”

Zhou Xiru was dumbfounded and couldn't recover for a long time. Xu Mi once reminded her that she might not be Zhou Xu's child, so Zhou Xu used his death to fulfill Lu Yiwen.

Now, He Seng actually told her that her grandfather once brought back a baby girl from the sacrificial ship?

This baby girl might be Princess Baoxiang's child. Based on this calculation, what the hell—is You Xia her real father?