After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Bai Jinxi glanced out and was amazed at the grandeur of the building.

But why are there so many guards here?

It's not accurate to say it's a guard.

This level of training, coupled with the configuration of equipment, is not something that the guards trained by the giants can have.

Bai Jinxi was a little nervous, but he was sure that Jiang Shuihan did not lie to her.

It must be some kind of hidden family!

Thinking of this, Bai Jinxi became excited, she quickly got out of the car, tidied up her clothes, and followed Jiang Shuihan.

Young people in uniforms on both sides saw Jiang Shuihan and saluted him respectfully: "Team Jiang."

Jiang Shuihan returned the salute one by one with a smile.

"Madam." Jiang Shuihan bowed slightly, "The person has already brought it."

Bai Jinxi looked up carefully and found that it was the couple she photographed last night.

Now that we are close, we can get a glimpse of the true face of this man and woman.

The appearance of the two is outstanding, and their temperament can only be cultivated after being nurtured by a big family.

Bai Jin has never been so uneasy when facing Mr. Li in the past.

"It's okay, what are you talking about." Seeing her unease, Mu Qingmeng smiled lightly, "Don't worry, I didn't say a word, he didn't dare to jump out."

Xiao Wenjiao: "..."

Bai Jinxi breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately began to add fuel to jealousy: "Madam, don't you know that after you entered the banquet hall yesterday, that Si Fuqing pestered your husband to ask for a bank card, and your husband did not Here, she's still making trouble."

"I had to give it to her in the end. The two went in behind you, and their bodies were pressed together. Intimacy... poof!"

Before the words were finished, Bai Jinxi only felt an invisible pressure covering her body from above and pressing it violently on her body.

Her legs softened in an instant, and there was a bitter taste in her throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Presumptuous!" Mu Qingmeng said coldly, "You're still talking nonsense in front of me, you're really brave!"

Xiao Wenjian's forehead jumped, and he clearly saw that the handle of the chair held by Mu Qingmeng was cracked again.

I have to admit that after Si Fuqing's conditioning of Mu Qingmeng's body, the force value has increased a lot.

After a while, he was afraid that he would not be able to protect himself.

Xiao Wenjian sighed for his painful life in the future

"Husband, madam, poof—" Bai Jinxi only felt the qi and blood in his chest surging, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he spit out another mouthful of blood, "Madam, I-I'm telling the truth, madam..."

Dizzy, she saw Si Fuqing's face, and was stunned for another moment.

"Xiao Fuqing is here." Mu Qingmeng ignored Bai Jinxi and stood up, "Did your Uncle Xiao pay enough for your consultation yesterday? If not, I'll ask him to pay more."

"Enough." Si Fuqing rolled his eyes, "Thank you, Auntie Mu."

"Don't be polite with me, my life was saved by you." Mu Qingmeng held her hand and sighed again, "If only I had a daughter like you."

Bai Jinxi's brain was buzzing.

What Mu Qingmeng said later, she couldn't hear it anymore.

Her hands and feet were cold and her limbs were numb.

There were only two words left in my mind.

Done.

At this time, Bai Jinxi's thoughts became much clearer.

What the hell was she doing yesterday!

How could he have lost his mind because he hated Si Fuqing so much?

Bai Jinxi's face was pale and his body was cold.

"By the way, I asked you to come here because someone slandered you." Mu Qingmeng glanced at Bai Jinxi lightly, "I don't know where your eyes are, you are so smart and beautiful, how could you possibly like your Uncle Xiao? That elm."

Xiao Wenjiao: "..."

After a pause, he spoke slowly and protested in a low voice, "Madam, there are others here, save me some face."

"Fuqing and Shui Han are both family members, so what are you thinking about?" Mu Qingmeng said, "As for this Miss Bai, I will sue you for violating our reputation."

Jiang Shuihan smiled: "Then this crime is really big enough."

Mu Qingmeng and Xiao Wenjian represent the Qianjun League.

The reputation of the Qianjun League is also the reputation of Daxia.

When Bai Jinxi heard the word "prosecution", he panicked.

She looked up: "No...you can't sue me, you..."

Her gaze was fixed above, where a plaque hung.

Three big characters with dragon flying and phoenix dancing came into view.

Thousand Army Alliance!

These three words have their own momentum, leaving Bai Jinxi's brain blank.

As if a sledgehammer slammed down on her chest, she spit out blood again, and she started to see gold stars in her eyes.

Seeing that Si Fuqing also raised his head and looked over, Xiao Wen remonstrated, his expression softened, and he explained patiently: "This plaque is a few years old, it was handed down during the reign of Emperor Yin, and it was handwritten by Emperor Yin himself, and it will be renovated every year. ."

Si Fuqing thought thoughtfully: "No wonder."

After a pause, she asked politely, "Uncle Xiao, can I take a picture?"

Xiao Wen admonished for a moment: "Take a photo?"

Mu Qingmeng smiled: "Xiao Fuqing is a history buff, and his favorite is His Majesty."

"It turns out that it is." Xiao Wenjian nodded, very relieved, "Miss Si casually shoots."

Si Fuqing took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures and saved them.

Only once I have seen that history, can I know what a world of great contention it was.

It was a love-hate era.

What I hate is that the barbarians invaded Beizhou, and the soldiers were killed and injured countless times.

What I love is that there are countless people who have come forward to defend their home and country.

"Okay." Mu Qingmeng waved, "Shuihan, Miss Si has to rush to Mocheng to record a variety show. You can send her off, and she doesn't have to worry about the rest."

Jiang Shuihan nodded: "Miss Si, please."

"Right." Mu Qing dreamed of something, and smiled again, "When your variety show is going to the Western Continent, I said hello to my boy, if you encounter anything, you can ask him for help, and I will take you I pushed it to him on WeChat, and let him add you back."

Si Fuqing also smiled: "Thank you Auntie Mu."

Bai Jinxi was still paralyzed on the ground, and the last string in his mind was also broken.

She could not forget the three words she saw.

Thousand Army Alliance!

It turned out to be the Qianjun League!

That can be called "lady", isn't it the wife of the alliance leader?

Bai Jinxi's face turned even paler.

How could she do such a stupid thing?

Moreover, the relationship between Si Fuqing and Qianjunmeng was so close that she didn't even mention it?

If it was her, she had already hyped it up.

What is Si Fuqing doing so low-key?

Harm her on purpose?

What Bai Jinxian thought, what appeared on his face, could not escape Mu Qingmeng's eyes.

"I don't know how to repent." Mu Qingmeng's voice sank, "Everything is done according to the law, come here and take it out."

**

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Jiang Shuihan took Si Fuqing all the way to the nearest parking lot, and then turned back to Qianjunmeng.

Feng San has sharp eyes and waved his hand: "Miss Si, here."

"Boss, did you have any holiday with Qianjunmeng?" Si Fuqing opened the car door and got in the car, "You are hiding far away."

Yu Xiheng also had a headache when she thought of the Dragon Sparrow Sword that had been enshrined in the arsenal.

The saying that weapons have spirits is not false.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword is because he has followed him for many years and has bathed in too much blood, which is why he has aura.

If you meet him within 50 meters, there will be a slight vibration.

His time was over, and he didn't want to disturb others.

Yu Xiheng sighed and said lightly, "That's it."

"Boss, I secretly took a picture for you." Si Fuqing took out his mobile phone and showed him the picture of the plaque, "You must have practiced Yinhuang's post before when you practiced calligraphy? Although it doesn't look like it, you also Style it yourself."

Yu Xiheng frowned and smiled: "Very smart."

He was left-handed in his previous life.

After rebirth, habits are hard to change, but you have to be cautious.

So he now writes with his right hand.

Yu Xiheng looked at the plaque he once wrote, and his eyes were long and deep.

"Take a break." Si Fuqing stretched, "The migrant workers are going to be resurrected again."

"Yeah." Yu Xiheng came back to her senses, "Sleep for a while, I'll get on the plane soon."

**

Four hours later, the plane arrived in Mexico City.

Si Fuqing had regained his vigor and went straight to the Tiandi Alliance with his suitcase in hand.

Tiandimeng arranged hotels for the program team and the interns.

Gu Huiyan originally wanted to book a presidential suite, but Si Fuqing refused to do anything special and only chose the standard room.

As soon as she put down her luggage, Director Qin came to knock on the door.

"Come on." Si Fuqing wiped his hands, "Director Qin, I'll go over immediately."

"Don't worry, there are still people who haven't arrived yet." Director Qin coughed twice, "I have already discussed with your agent, and decided on your next variety show, "Daxia National Treasure", are you interested?"

"Interview show?" Si Fuqing thought for a while, "I've watched a few episodes, it's about antiques."

"Yes." Director Qin nodded, "But the latest issue will change its format. In a dialogue spanning thousands of years, we will find actors to play some well-known ancient people, and then the host and guests will have a dialogue with them."

"No problem." Si Fuqing said OK, "I like it very much. I'll go after the filming of "Girls of the Town"."

"Do you really want to film "The Lady of the Town"?" Director Qin was surprised, "You are incredible."

How many stars are afraid of being scolded, and they hide in their comfort zone and refuse to go out.

Si Fu is good at dumping, and only picks challenging ones.

"After all, you have to surpass yourself." Si Fuqing said lazily, "Let's go."

Practice room.

The interns are here.

As soon as Si Fuqing came in, all eyes were on her.

She is without makeup, but the real person is five points more beautiful than the camera, which makes it difficult to take your eyes off.

"Mr. Si." Song Wenhua stepped forward first, "Hello Mr. Si, I'm Song Wenhua, I will take the college entrance examination with you this year."

Si Fuqing shook hands with her: "Hello."

Song Wenhua does have to admit that Si Fuqing has both acting skills and aura.

If Si Fuqing hadn't pushed the script of "Lone Walk", the play would not have reached her.

She would also like to thank Si Fuqing for giving up the position behind the Yunding Award in the coming year.

"Girls of the Town" is also a true drama, and it is an adaptation of real history, and the audience's plate is not small.

But also because it is real history, it is difficult to shoot.

Thinking of this, Song Wenhua's smile became a little more sincere.

Si Fuqing sat down in his seat.

The teachers leading the team are all senior members of the Heaven and Earth Alliance.

Two men and two women, began to ask each intern what area of ​​art they were good at.

When it was Si Fuqing's turn, she thought about it: "I know a little painting and embroidery."

embroidery?

As soon as these two words came out, several teachers who led the team were surprised.

Embroidery is one of the traditional and ancient cultures of Daxia, but few people are willing to learn it.

But because theatrical performance is also a kind of art, the teachers who led the team thought that Si Fuqing could talk about acting, but unexpectedly she could talk about embroidery.

"Do you know a little embroidery?" a female teacher asked with a smile, "Can you tell us what stitches are in embroidery?"

Si Fuqing's brows and eyes are calm, and he is not in a hurry: "Random needles, straight needles, coiled needles, trocars, Chuhe needles..."

She didn't stop in one breath, and finished all the needles.

All the interns' eyes had already fallen on her, some in surprise and some incredulous.

The female teacher nodded again and again, and the topic had been passed to the next intern.

"Wow, I didn't see it, Si Fuqing has also studied hard." A male intern whispered, "But the person who can embroider is really good. As long as she does embroidery casually, she will be able to attract a lot of fans."

"You can memorize the needle technique with just one back." Song Wenhua nodded, "Her memory is indeed terrifying, but with her age, it is estimated that she will not."

"It's really impossible to be able to embroider at this age." Duan Jingtao shrugged, "But my junior sister is different. Not only does she know these stitches, but she is eighteen years old this year."

Eighteen years old, one year younger than Si Fuqing

This sentence aroused everyone's curiosity.

Song Wenhua asked first, "Who is Mr. Duan's junior sister?"

"Qingwei is my junior sister, she is Ji's family, I am not as good as her." Duan Jingtao smiled, "She is not in good health, otherwise she would be able to participate in this show."

But if Ji Qingwei really came to the show "The Birth of a Staff", it would be a dimensionality reduction blow to everyone present.

See you tomorrow~~