On the way out of the palace, you will pass by the royal school grounds.
This is usually where the princes and grandsons of the palace practice riding and shooting, and test their martial arts abilities.
After Ning Qingyan said goodbye to Zhao Yun and the empress, she was about to leave the palace and return home.
Who would have thought that as soon as I walked to the school grounds, there was a sound of breaking through the air.
Before she could see what it was, Ning Qingyan felt a cold approaching, not the cold of ice, but the cold of sharp weapons.
The target is her, or... Zhao Yun next to her!
Without any time to think, Ning Qingyan quickly reacted and reached out her hand.
At that moment, she almost forgot that she was no longer the demon ancestor from thousands of years ago who could drag the world with her to be buried with her.
She even forgot that she has no cultivation now and is a waste in the eyes of others.
Ning Qingyan only knows that she can't die yet, and Zhao Yun can't die!
Buzz!
In the midst of the electric light and flint, Ning Qingyan's raised right hand seemed to emit a very faint halo. She noticed it herself and was attracted by this flashing halo, thus missing the gleam in Zhao Yun's eyes next to her.
Passed by thoughtfully.
Snap!
A sharp arrow shot from a distance was firmly grasped by Ning Qingyan, interrupting its trajectory.
Because of the excessive force, the tail feathers of the arrow in her hand were still trembling slightly.
Zhao Yun stared at her hand holding the arrow, his eyes dark and dark.
On the school grounds, seven or eight royal children hurried over. The girl in the middle, who was supported by them, was holding a hard bow. The aura that had just dissipated from it proved that she was a fourth-level martial artist.
And when they saw Ning Qingyan actually catching the arrow with her bare hands, they were stunned and froze on the spot, their eyes filled with disbelief.
How is that possible!!!
How could Ning Qingyan catch Xing Yue's arrow with her bare hands?
Zhao Xingyue, the seventh princess of the current dynasty, is a fourth-level martial arts cultivator!
Ning Qingyan, a useless person who cannot practice martial arts, can actually catch an arrow shot by a fourth-level martial artist?
Things happened so fast, an arrow shot over, and Ning Qingyan reached out to catch it, but just in a split second. They didn't even see how it happened, but they were restrained by the way Ning Qingyan grabbed the arrow.
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Zhao Xingyue's beautiful facial features are filled with royal pride.
But at this time, above this pride, there was a layer of gloom.
She looked at Ning Qingyan who was grabbing the arrow, with a cold look in her eyes.
A good-for-nothing, a down-and-out orphan girl, is she worthy of becoming their royal aunt?
The world felt that Ning Qingyan was wronged when she married Prince Ding. Only people in their royal family felt that Ning Qingyan was wronged when the fairy-like Prince Ding married Ning Qingyan!
It was also because of this that when they were training in the school field, Zhao Xingyue couldn't help but shoot an arrow at Ning Qingyan when he saw the two of them approaching from a distance.
I just didn't expect that this arrow was actually caught by Ning Qingyan with her bare hands!
‘This must be a coincidence! She’s just lucky!’ Zhao Xingyue thought to herself.
Suddenly, she felt an oppressive gaze falling on her. She looked for it subconsciously, but met the dark eyes of her uncle, Prince Ding.
"Uncle Yun Huang."
"Uncle Yun Huang."
The other princes woke up from the shock and hurriedly saluted Zhao Yun.
Zhao Xingyue lowered his eyes, put away the fear in his heart, and saluted along with the others.
In her impression, Uncle Yun's eyes were always gentle and clear. When there would be such strong pressure, it made her feel terrible.
It's like facing a tenth-level martial arts cultivator like the master... No! Uncle Yun Huang is even more terrifying than the master!
Zhao Yun glanced at them lightly and reminded: "Have you forgotten the etiquette of respect and inferiority taught to you?"
The princes were startled and secretly exchanged glances. They all played with the arrows in their hands, and Ning Qingyan, who looked playful, called out: "Auntie Huang."
Only Zhao Xingyue pursed her lips tightly and did not speak.
"Seventh sister." As the prince and the eldest among the brothers and sisters, Zhao Xingke called out in a deep voice.
Zhao Xingyue ignored her, snorted coldly at Ning Qingyan, and walked towards Zhao Yun. Her tone was unique to a young girl, "Uncle Emperor, you haven't entered the palace for a long time. Didn't you say you wanted to go to the palace last time?"
Tell us a story?”
Last time?
That has nothing to do with him.
Zhao Yun thought in his heart.
When Zhao Xingyue approached, he suddenly stepped forward and took the arrow from Ning Qingyan's hand, "Call someone and apologize. Or do you want me to send this arrow to your father?"
Zhao Xingyue is the only princess of the Dahao Dynasty and the only daughter of Zhao Zheng. She has been extremely pampered since she was a child. Neither her parents nor her brothers have ever spoken to her in such a harsh tone.
Now, when Zhao Yun said this, her face changed, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.
Ning Qingyan raised her eyebrows, her eyes moving back and forth between Zhao Yun and the royal children as if they were watching a show.
Zhao Yun would take the initiative to protect her, which surprised her a little, but seemed to be reasonable?
Just like at yesterday's wedding, he used his frail body to carry her into the carriage. Flowers and gold leaves rained down for her in the capital, and fireworks bloomed for her during the day.
Now that Zhao Yun has stepped forward to solve the problem, Ning Qingyan is too lazy to speak.
Of course, if Zhao Yun solved the problem to her dissatisfaction, she wouldn't mind doing it herself.
But now, what Ning Qingyan is more concerned about is that when she caught the arrow just now, the flash of power in her palm seemed to be a sign of getting started in "The Transformation of Immortals and Demons"!
Therefore, she was in no mood to tangle with these brats right now, and just wanted to go back and make sure.
"Huh?" Seeing that Zhao Xingyue was silent, Zhao Yun's tone became more serious.
Zhao Xingyue was under pressure and refused to look at Ning Qingyan. She shouted angrily: "Auntie Huang."
"There is also an apology." Zhao Yun said again.
Zhao Xingyue said in a low voice again: "I'm sorry."
Zhao Yun frowned displeased and stared at her coldly: "Is this your attitude?"
"Uncle!" Zhao Xingyue couldn't bear it anymore. She pointed at Ning Qingyan and screamed at Zhao Yun: "She is nothing but a waste!"
"Zhao Xingyue!" Zhao Yun's gentle voice suddenly became harsh.
A hand suddenly blocked his face.
Zhao Yun looked at Ning Qingyan, nothing could be seen in his deep eyes.
Ning Qingyan stood in front of Zhao Yun, looking at Zhao Xingyue with an angry face and ferocious eyes. "The princess is now a fourth-level martial artist?"
"That's right!" Zhao Xingyue raised her chin proudly.
"Princess, is this arrow a challenge?" Ning Qingyan smiled with amusement.
Zhao Xingyue was stunned.
She didn't think so much at first, she just wanted to teach Ning Qingyan a lesson. But now that she said so... Zhao Xingyue's eyes flashed and she nodded: "That's right!"
challenge?!
The other princes looked at Zhao Xingyue in shock.
Zhao Xingyue wants to challenge Ning Qingyan?
"Xingyue, don't mess around!" Prince Zhao Xingke wanted to stop him.
Zhao Xingyue, however, didn't appreciate it at all, "I'm not messing around!"
"A fourth-level martial artist challenges a waste like me. Princess, you are so courageous." Ning Qingyan smiled brightly, but the word "waste" was used in a very joking way.