Si Wushang has a plan for the next step, and he is bringing Murong Yingluo into the plan step by step.
Listening to Murong Yingluo's inquiry, the matter was not urgent. She kept staring at the silver heart bell and said, "You will know soon whether you are interested in learning archery from King Gen."
When Yingluo saw that he didn't say anything, she was actually trying to be mysterious. However, Yingluo was interested in how he could shoot through the Silver Heart Bell. She felt very uncomfortable when she thought that he had to teach her archery step by step.
"I thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. No need!"
Every look on Murong Yingluo's face could not escape his eyes, "The princess is smart, so naturally she doesn't need my professor." Si Wushang stroked his clothes gently, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
It was still early, so Yingluo didn't follow him back to the bedroom. Being in the same room with Qingtian Bairi felt indescribably awkward, and she couldn't explain the feeling clearly.
Looking at the arrow embedded in the door panel, he walked over slowly, and with great effort, he pulled the arrow out of the door panel.
Looking at the pierced silver heart bell, it seems that if you want to shoot through the bell, you need to have enough speed and strength. She is a girl, and her strength is always inferior to that of a man.
Amai stood beside her, looking at Yingluo as she saw the arrows coming out, "As long as you change the bow and arrows you train to heavy arrows, you can do it too."
Yingluo stood up and looked at Amai. She understood what Amai meant. Just like if a person wants to practice Qing Gong, he should put sandbags on his legs. Over time, he can walk as fast as flying.
"Ah Mai, since you can say it, you can definitely do it."
A trace of suddenness flashed across Amai's eyes, but he shook his head, "Amai is just an ordinary guard. He has undergone special training, and he just speaks out what is on his mind."
Yingluo saw that Amai denied it. If what King Zheng said was true, there was something fishy about the housekeeper, but what about Amai? Why did he leave without saying goodbye in his previous life?
Yingluo still believes that Amai is not a bad person, and he will not do anything to harm herself or the Murong family.
The clear and beautiful pupils stared into his clear eyes, "Ah Mai, can you promise me one thing? If one day, I mean if you want to leave, don't leave without saying goodbye, then I will be very worried.
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But Amai's body stood still, inexplicable emotions surged in his heart, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay! If one day comes, Amai will never leave without saying goodbye."
In the room, Si Wushang looked at the two people inexplicably, as if they were talking in code. He had always felt that Amai was suspicious. He had once suspected that the man in black was him, but he could never find any evidence to prove it.
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If he was able to avoid the detection of the secret guards, that person must be someone from the palace. Who could he be?
Zhen'er squatted on the bluestone steps in the courtyard, watching the young lady practicing archery in the courtyard accompanied by Amai, while the prince stayed in the room and didn't know what he was doing. The husband and wife each had their own way of doing things, and they had to give in to each other.
People are anxious.
The sky gradually darkened, and Murong Yingluo just put away her bow and arrows. It seemed that this heavy arrow could not be mastered overnight.
Yingluo walked into the room slowly and saw Si Wushang immersed in painting. He was quite leisurely.
"What are you still standing for? Come here quickly."
After hearing this, Yingluo walked over slowly and said in a loud voice, "I wonder what your prince's orders are?"
Si Wushang put down the scroll in his hand. Hearing her words seemed a little lively. He felt embarrassed that he had been painting for her all afternoon. He stretched out his hand and handed the heavy scroll into her hand.
Yingluo took the scroll he handed over with a stunned expression and spread it flat on the desk. The woman painted on it was dressed in golden clothes and dancing gracefully. The image of the woman was so lifelike that she was herself.
He always thought that he would not leave a single impression in his heart. Looking at the detailed description, his eyes felt a little sore. I am afraid that no mother in this world has ever observed her in such detail.
But she knew in her heart that even Si Wushang, a woman like Dieyi, was very observant, not to mention that she, the "person next to her," would not be sentimental.
The voice was indeed a little hoarse as he said: "The prince wants me to dance a dance with flying sleeves."
"You have Qing Gong, so it shouldn't be difficult for you to do these difficult movements."
Yingluo smiled unconsciously, "Your Majesty asked me to practice archery all afternoon, just to train my arm strength so that I can dance these several feet long water sleeves."
His birthday will be in seven or eight days, and time is tight. In addition to these, Si Wushang also took two books from the bookshelf and handed them over, "I will start practicing dance from tomorrow, and study these two books at night."
, if there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask.”
Yingluo took the book he handed over, and it turned out to be a classic on strategy. "Aren't you afraid that I will deal with you if I learn it?"
He raised the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "You will never fight me in this life."
Yingluo frowned with annoyance, and the good feeling that had just arisen in her heart suddenly disappeared, "Your Majesty, you can't speak too highly. Murong Yingluo will definitely win you one day."
Si Wushang was not angry when he heard her declaration of war. He was just using provoking methods again. It was best for her to grow up as quickly as possible in order to use it for him.
After dinner, Si Wushang was explaining the essentials of Feitian Wu to Yingluo. Zhen'er began to make the bed for the two of them. The two of them looked really anxious. They did some tricks in secret, and then quietly left and closed the door.
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Si Wushang explained to her, smelling the faint fragrance in the room, he calmly came to the couch, picked up the aphrodisiac sachet next to the jade pillow, and caught a glimpse of the unsuspecting Yingluo beside the bookcase.
The Murong family thought it was not enough to have an heir, so they decided to take action on themselves. They pushed the sachet to the corner, picked up the brocade quilt on the bed, and spread it flat on the ground.
"The weather is so hot, it's really uncomfortable to squeeze two people on the bed. From today on, you can sleep on the floor."
Yingluo originally planned to study the booklet all night long, but she felt uncomfortable sharing the same bed with him. It was good to sleep in separate beds like this. However, it was a bit excessive for a man to let a woman sleep on the floor.
Yingluo closed the book and came to the bedside. Why did she have to study all night long while he was sleeping peacefully on the bed?
If the rumors hadn't been dispelled, the two would have moved back to their bedrooms long ago, pretending to be a loving couple.
Si Wushang saw that she was getting ready to go to bed and "put out the candle."
The moonlight shone faintly in, and the mottled moonlight shone on the gauze curtain. Neither of them slept.
Originally, Yingluo still harbored resentment towards Si Wushang, but it was a blessing in disguise that it was cooler to sleep on the ground in such a hot summer.
Wushang, the superior of the couch, heard the sinking of Yingluo's breathing, and the slightly raised corners of his lips drew a graceful arc, "This way, both of them can sleep more peacefully."