After marrying the vegetative prince, the doctor concubine killed people randomly

Chapter 319 Seeing the Night King

Because of his special physique, he has been extremely sensitive since childhood and can often smell things that others cannot.

This thing may not necessarily be a physical object, it may also be a feeling, or a kind of telepathy.

When the sensation is particularly strong, he can capture it keenly.

In simple terms, it is what people often call a "dog nose."

Xie Liuzheng felt that the sour smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger, as if dozens of jars of vinegar had been overturned and the sour smell was wafting out.

He glanced around but didn't see anything suspicious. Finally, his eyes fell on the food Ji Yuntang was eating.

Xie Liuzheng frowned and said, "Maybe the food you ate was sour. Let me try it."

After he said that, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a yam cake.

Coincidentally, Ji Yuntang also picked up a piece of yam cake, and they both put it into their mouths at the same time.

The yam cake is sweet, soft and glutinous, with a dense texture and no sour taste.

Xie Liuzheng took a few more bites of other food with his chopsticks, but didn't taste any sourness.

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly felt a sharp and cold gaze falling directly on him.

Xie Liuzheng felt a piercing chill sweeping through his entire body from the soles of his feet. He turned his head, but only saw a figure in black flashing past the window.

Xie Liuzheng rubbed his eyes. Was he dazzled?

Otherwise, why did he feel like he had just seen His Majesty the Night King?

But His Royal Highness the Night King is in the Night King’s Mansion, there is no way he would appear here, right?

Xie Liuzheng put down his chopsticks and patted his face.

He muttered to himself: "It's an illusion, it must be an illusion."

Ji Yuntang noticed that he was acting very strangely, so he asked him, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Liuzheng was a person who could not keep things to himself. Even though he thought he had seen it wrong, he still told Ji Yuntang about it.

"Sister, guess who I just saw?"

"Who?"

"Your husband."

Ji Yuntang: "..."

She spat out a mouthful of tea.

Suddenly thinking of something, Ji Yuntang lowered his voice and asked him, "Where did you see Ah He?"

"It's in the teahouse over there."

Ji Yuntang followed Xie Liuzheng's gaze, but only saw two closed windows. Her eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Could the gentle look she felt today be from Luo Junhe?

After thinking about this question in his mind, Ji Yuntang soon came up with the answer.

Regardless of whether the person in the teahouse was him, she couldn't admit it now.

If people really knew that Luo Junhe was able to get out of bed and sit in a wheelchair and leave the house, there would definitely be more trouble in the future.

What she has to do now is to help him keep it secret.

Thinking of this, Ji Yuntang smiled and said: "Brother, people's eyes can sometimes deceive us. Ah He's injuries have not healed yet and he is still lying in bed. How could he leave the Night Palace? You must have seen it wrong!"

Xie Liuzheng also agreed: "I also think I was mistaken. I just felt that the aura of that person just now was very similar to His Royal Highness the Night King. In fact, I didn't see his face clearly."

"Sister, I'm sorry for scaring you!"

Ji Yuntang raised his lips slightly, "It's okay, everyone has a time when they are dazzled by their eyes."

In fact, Ji Yuntang felt that the possibility of Xie Liuzheng seeing things was very small.

There was a reason why she thought so.

The fact that Xie Liuzheng could point to that room meant that there was definitely someone there.

When she looked over, the window was closed, which meant someone had discovered them and immediately closed the window.

There were a lot of people coming to watch the Canglang Poetry Talk today, and the teahouse room was facing the competition stage, making it an excellent viewing spot.

If she had felt a gentle gaze falling on her while she was doing the questions.

Then, from the moment she started eating the food prepared by Xie Liuzheng, that gaze disappeared!

She did not sense any ill will from this person.

From this point of view, it is very likely that this person is Luo Junhe.

However, Ji Yuntang is unable to confirm it personally now.

Luo Junhe was in the teahouse, sitting in a wheelchair with his back turned.

His breathing became heavier and his heart beat faster involuntarily.

It was a close call. I was almost discovered by Ji Yuntang.

Xie Liuzheng and Ji Yuntang's reactions were extremely sharp.

Luo Junhe was once again glad that he was wearing a mask on his face.

He retracted the aura that was leaking out of him, but did not choose to leave now.

He really wanted to know what Ji Yuntang had planned for the second round that would shock Dean Cheng and Master Mei.

At this time, the voice of the invigilator sounded and the last bit of incense was burned out.

"Time is up. All candidates are prohibited from answering questions. The papers will be collected."

After collecting the answer sheets, there is another process, which is for the candidates to introduce their own designs and convince the judges to give them scores.

Ji Yuntang and Ji Zihang also returned to their seats.

Eighty people were eliminated in the first round of arithmetic competition, and now there are only more than 130 people left.

Thinking that Ji Zihang was the first to hand in his paper, Cheng Rushan asked him to stand up and introduce what he designed.

Seeing this, Ji Zihang felt that his design was more outstanding, so he asked Director Cheng to call on him first to introduce it.

He first bowed to everyone, then pointed to the blueprint and said, "This thing I designed is called a folding bed."

"As the name suggests, a folding bed can be folded up using the joints of mortise and tenon, thus reducing the space it occupies."

"There is also a small idea here, that is, the folded bed can also be used as a chair, which is equivalent to using one thing for two purposes."

"For families with many people and limited space, they can buy this folding bed and just unfold it when they go to sleep."

As soon as Ji Zihang finished speaking, a referee stood up.

"The folding bed designed by Third Master Ji is ingenious and quite good. It not only solves the problem of many people having too few rooms at home, but also makes the best use of it. It is quite remarkable."

After saying that, he gave Ji Zihang a high score of ninety-eight.

This score was very impressive for the first candidate who stood up to introduce himself, and Ji Zihang was instantly filled with confidence.

He looked at the referee behind him with joy as he watched him score.

But unfortunately, Ji Zihang reached his peak as soon as he debuted. Except for the first judge who gave him a high score of 98, the following scores were all around 90 points.

This inevitably made Ji Zihang feel a little resentful.

The things he designed are so good, are these people blind and can’t see it?

Even Cheng Rushan and Mei Zhuyu only gave him 91 points.

The scores kept getting lower and lower.

Murong Yue saw the embarrassment on Ji Zihang's face. After hesitating for a while, she stood up and asked:

"The folding bed designed by Third Young Master Ji is so practical, why did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince only give him an 85-point score?"