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Xuanyuan Jingcheng bowed and said: "Since we are discussing music theory, Mr. Chen can do whatever she wants, as long as she is willing."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Madam Leng Yan's eyes, "Yes, of course I am willing. I will not only talk to Mr. Chen for one night, but also play for two and three nights until Mr. Chen gets tired of it."

"Mother! No." Xuanyuan Qingfeng was furious, glaring at Chen Jun with cold eyes. His palms were bleeding, which was caused by his nails.

"Qingfeng, please leave me alone, this is not just once or twice." The cold woman sneered.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng held Xuanyuan Qingfeng's hand as he tried to rush over, "Qingfeng, don't go over."

"Go away, don't touch me." Xuanyuan Qingfeng slapped Xuanyuan Jingcheng's arm away and said coldly: "How could my father be such an incompetent loser?"

"You can't even protect your own woman, but you still give it to her with your own hands. You indulge in the lies you create every day. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly let go of his hand, and slowly and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on Xuanyuan Qingfeng's fine clothes. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he did not look angry.

"You can still laugh?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng burst into tears and ran out of the door crazily, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Xuanyuan Jingcheng shook his head imperceptibly, then bowed to Chen Jun again and walked away.

Chen Jun: "Mr. Shouzhuo, wait a moment?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng: "What can I do, sir?"

Chen Jun: "In three days, I hope that sir can take your wife away on the snow plain."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng trembled, "Yes."

In a blink of an eye, the back garden of the house returned to calm. The breeze drifted slowly over the pond inside, shaking the graceful lotus flowers in the water, and a dozen plump red carps swam leisurely in it. It was early winter, and among the red walls and green tiles, there were yellow flowers.

Leaves covered the bluestone floor tiles under the eaves, giving it a deserted feel.

The cold and charming woman a few steps away in front of her has a plump figure, and there is absolutely no compromise in the graceful and graceful parts. Her temperament is graceful and cold and arrogant, exactly like the temperament cultivated by a wealthy family for more than ten years.

Originally, when she was invited to play the piano, she was as quiet as water and the ancient well was calm, which made Chen Jun mistakenly believe that she would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of her eyes. But now that he took two steps towards him, she immediately shrank and walked towards him.

Then exit two steps.

"Is he scary?"

Chen Jun stopped paying attention to her, picked up the book on the desk, and read it quietly. There was an aura of tranquility and indifference all over his body. Mrs. Xuanyuan's expression softened, and after thinking for a while, she started to play the long piano, and the beautiful sound of the piano flowed out gracefully in the air.

People are quiet.

After reading until dusk and playing the piano until dusk, Chen Jun walked towards the east wing of the house. Mrs. Xuanyuan finally lost her composure and asked, "What does Mr. Chen want?"

"Finish a grudge and cause and effect."

Mrs. Xuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it Qingfeng? I once heard her say that her husband promised her something."

"This is just one of them. Among them, I can't stand the dirt under the vast white snow on Hui Mountain."

Mrs. Xuanyuan thought about it, bowed and said: "Thank you sir, but I don't know why you asked me to come here?"

"I know, you want to ask me why I don't deal with Xuanyuan Dapan directly? But how can you tell what kind of person your husband-in-law Xuanyuan Jingcheng is?"

The woman calmly looked at the pond blown by the evening breeze and said with a smile: "Sir, you think too highly of him."

"Really? It's not that I think highly of him, but that you think too low of him. What kind of person is Xuanyuan Jingcheng? You will know the answer in a few days." Chen Jun strode into the room and closed the door.

A voice came from inside: "In three days, dress up to look more beautiful. Let's see if he can really do it in front of him?"

Three days passed quickly, and on this day, Chen Jun was invited to discuss Taoism with Xuanyuan Dapan on Guniu Dagang in Huishan Mountain. At noon, Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Qingfeng came slowly.

"Old ancestor, hello Mr. Chen." Xuanyuan Jingcheng paid homage with Confucian pious etiquette.

Xuanyuan Dapan didn't raise his eyebrows. He didn't have any emotion towards this eldest grandson who had accomplished nothing and spent all his time immersed in the articles of corrupt sages. His expression was indifferent, and his tiger eyes lingered on Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had a stunning appearance.

"Mr. Shouzhuo, are you here to pick up Mrs. Xuanyuan?" Chen Jun signaled with his eyes, "Come out."

Mrs. Xuanyuan stood up gracefully, with a smile on her face. Her complexion was rosy and extremely lustrous, as gorgeous as a peach or plum, glowing with the radiance of life like water bursting from a dry spring.

"Mother you?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng screamed, showing undisguised hatred towards Chen Junshi, while Xuanyuan Jingcheng glanced at him lightly and said, "Come back."

"Go back? Why go back?"

Mrs. Xuanyuan slid down and leaned on Chen Jun's shoulder, "How can I be as happy staying with you as I am with my husband? I have enjoyed endless happiness in the past three days, and how can you compare to your husband?

"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng was silent, standing calmly, like a strong pine in the wind, neither humble nor arrogant, without any ripples.

"Hmph~"

Mrs. Xuanyuan snorted coldly, and the sarcastic smile on her lips became more and more obvious. Her eyes fell on Xuanyuan Jingcheng, and there was nothing more sad than a heartbroken look in her eyes.

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly fell silent.

Chen Jun had to admire Xuanyuan Jingcheng's Qi-nurturing skills. He was indeed able to endure it. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the best practitioner of the magical skill of enduring humiliation. His wife's betrayal and provocation alone could not push Xuanyuan Jingcheng's actions at all.

"Xuanyuan Jingcheng?" Chen Jun said.

"What do you want, sir?" Xuanyuan Jingcheng asked.

"In the past three days, Mrs. Xuanyuan and I did a lot of things, including playing the piano and talking about life and ideals." Chen Jun changed the subject, "Don't you feel angry and furious?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng responded with silence. Xuanyuan Qingfeng beside him could not suppress his anger and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Chen, you promised to release my mother after three days."

Chen Jun didn't look at her, he looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng and said, "The price is enough, but it still doesn't touch your bottom line, right? Your daughter Xuanyuan Qingfeng is still here."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng suddenly raised his head, flashed a heart-stopping look, and suddenly smiled warmly, "Mr. Chen is really good at joking."

"It's a joke, do you think it's a joke? How long do you think it will be before Xuanyuan Qingfeng falls into the fate of Xuanyuan Dapan's dual-cultivation furnace? If you let your wife become a furnace, are you going to watch your daughter fall into the clutches of the devil?"

As soon as Chen Jun said this, the eyes of Xuanyuan Dapan, who was sitting opposite Chen Jun, were stunned, and instantly became sharp and cold. At the same time, Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Xuanyuan Jingcheng were shocked.

Chen Jun said calmly: "Xuanyuan Dapan is by your side now? Do you dare to kill him?

"You only have this chance. How long will you hide your Celestial Realm strength before you choose to expose it? It's time for a showdown.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, if we don’t take action now, when will we wait?”