Xiao Yan trembled all over. Compared with the cold rain hitting her body, Jing Yirong's words made her more confused.
Nalan Zhenqi couldn't bear to say, "Master, Sister Xiao has already realized her mistake, please forgive her this time."
"You want to leave too?" Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi.
Nalan Zhenqi was stunned and did not dare to speak anymore.
"Princess, please forgive me this time. I can do whatever you want. As long as you can forgive me, let me stay with you." Xiao Yan said in a panic.
"Anything is okay?" Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows.
"Yes." Xiao Yan replied calmly.
Jing Yirong chuckled, "I will give you a month when you leave the palace tomorrow. Within a month, if you bring me the layout plan of Prince Yubu Junqi's residence, I will let you stay with me, and if you want in the future,
You can mind your own business, even if you are caught or beaten again, I will take care of it for you."
Xiao Yan raised her eyes. Although she didn't understand why Jing Yirong wanted the map of Prince Yubu Junqi's mansion, she still nodded calmly and agreed, "I will definitely do it."
"Jinghou Jiayin." Jing Yirong looked at the three Nalan brothers, "I have given her the opportunity, you still want to stay?"
Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin hurriedly stood up, said "Thank you, master" and walked to their huts.
"Wait a minute." Jing Yirong stopped the two of them, "I saw that you were quite energetic just now. If you continue to be so energetic, we will leave all the servants cleaning the palace to us tomorrow."
"ah."
"No, master."
Jing Yirong walked into the house again, looked at the whining sounds of Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, and closed the door with a cool smile.
Nalan Qingyi glanced at his poor brothers sympathetically, then walked to his little bed in the corridor and said softly, "You asked Xiao Yan to go to Prince Yubu Junqi's Mansion because you wanted her to be with Yang
Young master, do you want to meet?"
Jing Yi was slightly surprised, looking at the figure by the door, he actually knew.
Without answering, Nalan Qingyi spoke again, "Do you want her to follow Mr. Yang so that she has someone to take care of her? In fact, a few days ago, I also felt that Mr. Yang was indeed different from Xiao Yan, but I didn't expect you to be like this.
Do, why don’t you tell her for her sake?”
"Shut up!" Jing Yirong interrupted.
Nalan Qingyi shut her mouth and mustered up the courage to say, "Are you still angry with me?"
Jing Yirong didn't answer.
"The weather is getting colder. I guess I can't sleep outside anymore. Can I sleep in the cabin next to yours?" Nalan Qingyi asked cautiously. There are eight rooms in the small courtyard where Jing Yirong lives.
Of course, the house where Jing Yirong lives is the biggest and best. The remaining one is a study room, and the other is a practice room. Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin each live in one, and Xiao Yan lives in another.
There are two rooms next to Jing Yirong's house.
There was still silence in the room. Nalan Qingyi sighed deeply and did not ask any more questions.
The next day, Xiao Yan left the palace. Jing Yirong did not go to see her off, he just hoped that she would never come back.
When Yu Yingxuan came to see Jing Yirong, Jing Yirong was practicing martial arts in the small courtyard. Yu Yingxuan looked at her with a bit of surprise in her eyes, "Your martial arts has improved a lot."
"Thank you for the compliment," Jing Yirong put away his sword, "General Protector of the Country, did you come to see me for anything?"
Yu Yingxuan asked directly, "Were you the one who shot Bu Xitao with an arrow on the city wall yesterday?"
"So what if it is, so what if it's not?" Jing Yirong neither admitted nor denied.
"Yes, the matter is over and no one can pursue it; no, I think it is impossible." Yu Yingxuan sat down in front of the stone table, poured a cup of tea and started drinking.
Jing Yirong smiled lightly, "Since you already have the answer, why do you still ask me?"
"It's really you!" Yu Yingxuan stood up in shock, "What else are you afraid of doing?"
"He touched my people and he should pay the price." Jing Yirong said bluntly.
Yu Yingxuan felt that she had overreacted, so she sat down again and maintained a calm attitude, "If one day it is the king who touches you, will you care about it?"
"If you don't answer the hypothetical question, General Protector, I have already answered your question. Do you have any other questions?"
"No more." Yu Yingxuan shook her head.
Jing Yirong smiled and took out a knife from the weapon rack behind him and threw it to Yu Yingxuan, "I heard that you are good at using a knife, so let's come and learn from each other today."
"The general cannot bear the responsibility of injuring the princess." Although Yu Yingxuan said this, she had already stood up.
Jing Yirong's eyes were sharp, and he swung his sword at Yu Yingxuan, "It's not certain who hurt whom."
The sword energy was strong and his moves were fast, ruthless and accurate. Jing Yirong's martial arts progress had exceeded Yu Yingxuan's expectations. He hurriedly swung his sword to counterattack with a serious look on his face, using all his abilities with every move.
There is nothing perfunctory about it. There is nothing about Jing Yirong’s swordsmanship that he can be perfunctory about.
The two of them were in the small courtyard, one sword at a time, and the fallen leaves flew up and hovered in the air due to their movements, unable to fall down. Both of them unanimously removed the murderous intent from their swords, which also showed their satisfaction.
They wanted to compete with each other, so their moves were very beautiful. You attacked and I defended, you retreated and I advanced. It was basically two masters who respected each other and still had a little bit of talent.
When Nalan Qingyi walked into the small courtyard, what he saw was the scene of Yu Yingxuan and Jing Yirong facing each other with swords. He originally thought that there was a conflict between the two, but after looking at it for a while, even he, who did not understand martial arts,
Everyone understood that the two were practicing martial arts with each other rather than fighting.
Although he didn't understand martial arts, the gorgeous moves and tacit cooperation between the two made Nalan Qingyi's face become more and more stiff. They didn't look like two unfamiliar people. They were just like brothers and sisters in the same sect.
Use martial arts to express feelings.
Nalan Qingyi, who had always thought he was gentle and temperless, looked a little ugly, and the jealousy in his heart was opened. Just because he knew in his heart that Jing Yirong would look at strong men differently, but he hated a gentle and elegant man like himself.
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The two people in the courtyard were so focused that they didn't realize Nalan Qingyi was standing outside the courtyard.
They were all so excited and serious!
The opponent that a master likes to meet the most is someone with the same martial arts skills as him. Because he hasn't met him for a long time, it makes him more excited. The two of them had been practicing for who knows how long before they slowly fell behind in unison.
Jing Yirong's long sword was behind her back, and Yu Ying's saber was hanging in his hand. The two of them looked at each other and smiled at a distance of less than two meters.
Nalan Qingyi felt a little bit hairy in her heart.
Yu Yingxuan praised without hesitation, "You have progressed so fast. It won't be long before I will no longer be your opponent."
"It's an honor to hear your words." Jing Yirong accepted the compliment generously, but she knew in her heart that in fact, Yu Yingxuan was no longer her opponent, because she only used eight points of martial arts.
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"You are a martial arts prodigy." Yu Yingxuan praised from the bottom of his heart, "You are also a woman that no one dares to mess with."
Jing Yi Rong smiled, "Do you dare to provoke me?"
Yu Yingxuan was startled, this was clearly trying to seduce him!
"Yi Rong," came a soft voice, which seemed to be mixed with a little anger. Jing Yi Rong asked softly, "What's the matter?"
In the past, Jing Yirong was obviously the same cold person, but now he feels that Jing Yirong dislikes him, and naturally he has a angry tone, "Can't I come to you if nothing happens?"
When Yu Yingxuan saw Nalan Qingyi, he immediately saluted, "I have seen the prince."
Nalan Qingyi was reluctant at all costs and said in a stiff tone, "Get up."
"If the prince is fine, I will get married first." Yu Yingxuan is famous for his wisdom and bravery. How could he not feel Nalan Qingyi's obvious emotions.
Nalan Qingyi nodded slightly in agreement. After Yu Yingxuan left, he looked at Jing Yirong who was cleaning his sword and said, "You really like to practice martial arts."
"This is the most basic weapon to protect yourself." Jing Yirong didn't even raise his head.
Nalan Qingyi opened his mouth and was about to say, 'I will protect you', but suddenly he couldn't say it. What could he do to protect Jing Yirong? Maybe he would have to ask Jing Yirong to protect him if he was really in danger?
Jing Yirong looked up at Nalan Qingyi's silence and felt strange, "What's wrong with you?"
"Yirong, what kind of man is useful in your eyes?" Nalan Qingyi suddenly asked, "What about someone like General Yu?"
"Yu Yingxuan?" Jing Yirong thought for a while and said realistically, "He is useful."
A faint pain flashed in Nalan Qingyi's eyes, "I understand."
"Understand what?" Jing Yirong was puzzled, "Why are you so crazy?"
Nalan Qingyi shook her head, "Nothing, I'll leave first while you're busy."
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi's eagerly leaving figure and felt confused, but did not delve into it deeply.
After Nalan Qingyi left Jing Yirong's courtyard, she went to find Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin who were assigned to sweep the floor today.
"What?" The broom in Nalan Zhenqi's hand fell to the ground, "Brother, do you want to learn martial arts?"
"Yes, I want to learn martial arts." Nalan Qingyi said seriously and vowed.
Nalan Zhijin also widened his eyes, expressing disbelief, "Brother, are you sick?"
"I didn't," Nalan Qingyi looked helplessly at his two younger brothers, "I'm serious."
"Why?" Nalan Zhenqi put down what he was doing, "Didn't you say before that you hated fighting and killing? You even feel uncomfortable when you see people occasionally fighting in the palace."
Nalan Qingyi sighed, "I hate it, but Yi Rong likes people with strong martial arts skills. If I don't work harder, I'm afraid she won't even look at me in the future."
Nalan Zhijin walked towards Nalan Qingyi, "Brother, it turns out that you practice martial arts for the sake of the master. But if you want to learn martial arts, you can ask the master to teach you. The master's martial arts is very high, and we have only learned a little bit."
"I want to give her a surprise." Nalan Qingyi's eyes immediately showed excitement, "Teach me all the martial arts Yi Rong taught you. One day I will become a master and help your master when he is in danger.
Save, your master will definitely treat me differently."
"This is a good idea," Nalan Zhenqi looked at Nalan Qingyi suspiciously, "But brother, can you practice martial arts?"
"Of course, you can, so why can't I? Do you think I'm not as good as you?" Nalan Qingyi patted his arm, "My body is also OK."