Miss Biao is Always Busy! [Quick Transmigration]

As the weather gradually cooled down, Jun Zishu was about to go to Hangzhou.

"Do you really want to go?"

Qianxing stood at the door of the teaching, looking at the gentleman's book.

"Really going."

"Do you really regret taking that path?"

"It hasn't started yet, how can I regret it? I won't regret it in my whole life."

Jun Zi Shu picked up a strand of his own hair, curled the end of the hair, and said playfully, but the sound was decisive.

"Let's go, call me back if you have something to do."

"When are you going to confess with her."

"This is my business with her."

The gentleman waved his hand and turned on his horse.

"Hey, Yanxi!"

Qian Xing's voice was amplified, and Jun Zi Shu turned his head back.

"what's up?"

"Remember to come back if you have been bullied. The devil teaches you a saint, more than enough."

"Know it."

Jun Zi Shu glanced at Qian Xing, who was dressed in black, seemed to blend in with the background behind him.

Qianxing prefers to wear black clothes more and more, and has given up all his vitality, becoming more and more mature.

The gentleman book hadn't left yet, so she asked Qianxing a question.

"Qianxing, if one day, you fall in love with a woman, but that woman has other people who can't let go, would you like to share her with others?"

"Huh? Am I such a generous person?"

Qian Xing expressed his intention to hit someone on this question. What kind of problem is this?

"That only means that the woman doesn't love me enough, can I commit it?"

Qian Xing held his chin high and looked proud.

Brother, you really can.

Jun Zishu laughed, and rode away.

Qianxing looked at the red-clothed girl who was going away, with insignificant envy on her face.

He really likes Yanxi's self-confidence, as if he can cut all the blades and move forward.

Even if she hits a wall, she won't regret it.

Qianxing sighed, turned around and entered the teaching.

By the time Junzishu arrived at the agreed destination, it was already winter.

The winter in Hangzhou seems to be gentle, but the cold air can penetrate into the bones of people.

When Junzishu appeared in front of Shen Zheyan trembling, Shen Zheyan suddenly thought it was an illusion.

"Sister Zheyan, don't you ask me to go in and sit down?"

Jun Zi Shu sucked his nose, his face was pale with cold.

"Why do you wear such a little dress?"

Shen Zheyan frowned, as if waking up from a dream, hurriedly pulled the gentleman book in.

"It wasn't very cold at first."

Jun Zishu defended himself, then put his arms around Shen Zheyan, and rubbed her arms in her arms like a spoiled child.

"Did you bring your luggage?"

"I brought it, I didn't bring much. I found it bothersome. I just sent my things to Yunsheng. I didn't bring the dirty clothes. I left them in the inn where I stayed last time."

Jun Zi Shu followed Shen Zheyan into the room, rubbing his hands while talking.

"Go find her first when you come back?"

Shen Zheyan raised his eyebrows, little conscientious, the first thing he came here was not to see her, but to send something. It seemed that he was not in a hurry to see her.

"Give her something, I have to run again for the province."

The gentleman said naturally, and quickly entered the room.

When she gave the things to Yunsheng just now, Yunsheng's expression was unprecedentedly excited.

Before leaving, Yun Sheng stopped her and asked her when to confess with Shen Zheyan. If you don't say it early, the longer it will be, the greater the harm will be.

How did Jun Zishu tell her? She said that she hoped that Shen Zheyan could like her more when she didn't know her identity.

Yun Sheng hesitated to speak, but finally sighed.

"Is there anything to eat? Are you hungry?"

Shen Zheyan held Jun Zishu's hand and gave her internal strength to warm up Jun Zishu's body quickly.

"Fortunately, not particularly hungry."

The gentleman smiled, the abacus in his heart crackled.

Of course she knew that the sooner she said it, the less harmful it would be.

But that was not what she wanted, she was seeking more than that.

If you have known it a long time ago, wouldn't the scene be unsightly?

The air quieted down, revealing a warm touch.

Shen Zheyan thought a lot in these two or three months, and there were many words flowing in his mind, but when he saw the book of gentlemen, all the words that were suppressed in his heart and lingering on the tip of the tongue disappeared.

Shen Zheyan was not a very talkative person at first, and she seemed extremely clumsy at this time, so she still kept her mouth shut, just looking at the gentleman's book with a pair of eyes.

The two stayed quietly for a while, Jun Zishu touched his stomach, smiled a little embarrassedly, his eyes were bright, and he hooked his fingers.

"Sister, I seem to be hungry."

"I'll cook for you."

"I'm going to eat out. On such a cold day, my sister doesn't have to cook specially for me."

"It's okay."

Shen Zheyan shook his head and walked out the door.

Jun Zishu followed, leaning against the door, watching Shen Zheyan start to light a fire.

"Come here and sit here later, and warm your hands."

"Yes."

Jun Zi Shu looked at Shen Zheyan's earnestly cooking eyebrows, and felt a little bit unbearable.

Shen Zheyan was very good to her, she had always been more spoiled, but she had to calculate her, it was really too bad, bad water.

[If the host can't bear it, then use another plan. 】

Jun Zishu did not respond, still intending to stick to his plan.

This is the most hateful. It's not that she doesn't know that she will hurt others, but she knows that she will hurt, but she still has to do it.

The plan laid down by Jun Zishu cannot be changed. Only in this way can she better choose Shen Zheyan at that time.

In the original plot, there is a part of Qianxing.

Now Qian Xing has been taken aside by her, and the male lead role has also been robbed by her, so Jun Zishu does not know if that event will come, but according to the general trend, that event will come, so she We must plan early now.

[Host, your thoughts are so contradictory, you obviously want to be good for the mission goal, why do you feel unbearable and guilty? 】

Some things, although the starting point is good, can not conceal the harm and essence it brings. There is no contradiction between the two.

Ying's robbing the rich and helping the poor in this way can't conceal the fact that his stealing is an improper matter, just like she decided to make Shen Zheyan sad for that purpose.

The smoke from the stove, the sizzling sound of the pot, drenched the smell of fireworks in the world.

Jun Zishu and Shen Zheyan lived a peaceful life in Hangzhou. They were very close to each other, but none of them broke the words, maintaining a tacit ambiguity.

It was too cold in the winter, and it was uncomfortable to sleep alone. It was because it was warmer for two people to sleep together. He and Shen Zheyan squatted on the same bed. Of course, Shen Zheyan had no objection, and he happily opened his arms to welcome.

Two people have different minds and don't pierce each other.

"Chinese New Year is coming soon, won't my sister return to martial arts?"

"Not going back, I have already repaired a book and returned to the teacher."

"Well, then you just want to stay with me?"

The gentleman book stuck to Shen Zheyan's body, lazily motionless.

"Yep."

Shen Zheyan combed Jun Zishu's hair with his hands, and patiently braided her pigtails.

Gentleman's book is with her, she doesn't have too many requirements for her hairstyle, just not ugly.

Maybe it's because he has broadened his mind, or he has gotten what he wanted. Shen Zheyan's martial arts has improved very quickly. Although it can't be called a rapid progress, it is also much more diligent than before.

Junzishu was not idle either. After all, Kungfu was a thing that would go to waste without practicing. She was too blatant. When Shen Zheyan didn't pay attention, she smashed a tree with a stone to practice.

Hidden weapon kung fu is at home, let alone a stone, a light leaf can also kill.

Two people spent a more atmospheric New Year together, in fact, there are not many differences, that is, the decoration at home is a little more festive, and they always stick together on weekdays, and the New Year is the same.

When the spring begins, the two are ready to continue walking.

It's still a long time, and they have only been trekking along the rivers and lakes.

After saying goodbye to Yunsheng, the two continued to travel west.

Along the way, I have seen a lot of people and many things, some of the absurd, everyone is happy, and there are also sorrows.

Shen Zheyan is a hero, but not a kind-hearted hero. Otherwise, she would not kill a village alone to avenge her hatred. She acted decisively and clearly distinguished right from wrong, and her reputation in the minds of Jianghu people is getting better and better.

Anyone who saw Shen Zheyan later knew that there was a little girl in red next to her, and where she was there, Shen Zheyan must be there.

Going around, when another winter is approaching, Junzishu ushered in the plot point he wanted.

On the 60th birthday of Yunjian Villa, the owner of Yunjian Villa advertised hero posts and invited all heroes to participate.

Shen Zheyan also received such an invitation, and on the way to Yunjian Villa, he heard many people talking about it.

"I heard that the owner of Yunjian Villa has invited the heroes of the world to Yunjian Villa this time, not only for his longevity, but also to show off his peerless sword."

"Really? I really want to go and see, what does that number one sword in the world look like, tut tut."

"It's you? Yellow-mouthed kid, let's go back to wash and sleep."

The speaker made a ridiculous sound, and the ridiculed boy blushed and responded gruffly.

"Do you know that I can't enter?"

"Go in for a hero post, do you have it? You don't have it. Although you don't have it, you can win, but with your three-legged cat's kung fu, who can you win? All those who can go are those who are on the top of the rivers and lakes, you Ah, let's rest your mind as soon as possible."

Shen Zheyan and Jun Zishu, who were passing by, heard a gleam of light in Shen Zheyan's eyes, and looked quite expectant.

"I don't know if what these people are telling me is true, but if I can see the sword, that's fine."

Shen Zheyan is a swordsman. There is no swordsman who doesn't love swords. Her sword is good enough, but it is nothing compared to the peerless sword in Yunjian Villa.

"I think it's mostly true, just go and see."

Gentleman said with a smile, but inexplicable colors flashed across his face.