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Chapter 28 Come and Stay

"Young Master Wei, Young Master Wei, I've finally waited for you."

As soon as Wei Xian got home, he saw Miss Xiaotao. Wei Xian couldn't help but curiously said, "Miss Xiaotao, why are you here? But what's wrong with me?"

Xiaotao said with a smile: "Mr. Wei, no, now I have to change my words "Wei Jieyuan". The princess knows that Mr. Wei's high school Jieyuan, so she specially asked Mr. Wei to tell Mr. Wei that he would hold a banquet for Mr. Wei in the evening at the 'Mingyue Villa' to congratulate Mr. Wei on Mr. Wei's high school Jieyuan. He also hopes that Mr. Wei will definitely arrive."

Wei Xian couldn't help but see the princess's beautiful face, and a strange thought flashed in his heart. The princess gave her sachets and held a banquet for herself to celebrate her high school Jie Yuan. I think she must be interested in her.

Wei Xian also had a good impression of the princess. If he could marry her, he would be a good match. Wei Xian hurriedly said, "I would like to ask Miss Xiaotao to tell the princess that I will arrive in the evening."

"Young Master Wei doesn't want other dull Confucian scholars." Xiao Tao said with a smile before leaving, and then ran away.

Wei Xian smiled. He was not a Confucian scholar who was full of words. He was essentially a man from the world and a modern person. How could he be dull?

There was no way to be a house slave in the past life, it was too crap. The high housing prices looked down on all living beings. Even being a house slave is a great achievement that can be shown off. Ordinary people are not qualified to be a house slave. They can't make up the down payment alone. There is no way, so they can only choose to lie flat.

In this life, we naturally choose to live a happy life, have a beautiful wife, play in the world, be chivalrous and righteous, stand up for injustice, and be happy to revenge!

Wei Xian hummed a song, opened the lock, entered the courtyard, exerted his strength, and the sword sheath flew out, and penetrated into the tree. Wei Xian danced his sword, sometimes it was Huashan sword technique, and sometimes it was Xiyi sword technique. What kind of sword technique flashed in his heart, and what he used was the sword technique, as he wanted, and was not bound by his body.

As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when they are happy. Wei Xian just feels that he is extremely energetic and overflows with his energy, and constantly vents his energy through swordsmanship.

After a long time, seeing that it was getting dark, Wei Xian put his sword away and returned the sword to the sheath. He used a little force to the scabbard that had penetrated into the tree and came out.

Wei Xian washed up well. Seeing that it was already dark and the darkness was coming, Wei Xian held a sword in his left hand and a folding fan in his right hand, with a smile on his face, left the courtyard and looked at the "Mingyue Villa".

This "Mingyue Villa" is a manor, but it is not outside the city, but is located in the city, but it covers a large area, making it have rockery and lakes inside.

When Wei Xian arrived, he was stopped by the guards. After Wei Xian negotiated, the guards went in to report and soon they saw Xiao Tao.

"Young Master Wei, you are here!" Xiao Tao said happily, then led Wei Xian into it, passed through the long corridor, and came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. There was white gauze around the pavilion, blocking the view. The sound of the piano in the pavilion rose up like jade beads falling on the plate, crisp and pleasant.

The sound of the piano is jingling, just like spring snow melting into a stream and flowing out of the valley. Flowers bloom in the valleys, the sun is full of the sky, and birds are singing, making people feel happy. Wei Xian closed his eyes and listened quietly, and unconsciously a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It was not until the sound of the piano stopped that Wei Xian opened his eyes and felt very emotional. It was not that he had heard others play the piano, but he had never heard such a good sound. This person who plays the piano really deserves a master of piano skills.

"Mr. Wei, this song is specially played for Master Wei's high school Jie Yuan. If you don't play it well, I hope you will forgive me." At this time, a pleasant and crisp female voice came from the pavilion, which was the princess's voice.

"The princess's piano skills are great, and Wei admires it!" Wei Xian praised: "We are lucky to have a song from the princess!"

"Since Mr. Wei is here, let's go to the pavilion and talk!" said the princess.

Wei Xian walked into the pavilion, but saw that there were already delicious wine and food on the stone table in the pavilion. Goodbye, there was Zhang Qin next to it, and on the soft collapse, he saw the princess in palace clothes, who looked as elegant and luxurious as peonies, and was really beautiful and unbeautiful.

"Princess~~" Wei Xian bowed.

"Young Master Wei calls me Wanrong!" said the princess.

Until today, Wei Xian learned that the princess was Zhu Wanrong, which was a good name.

"This party invites Mr. Wei to celebrate Mr. Wei's high school education, and to give a title to the list of the gold medal; the second is to thank Mr. Wei for his previous life-saving kindness. If Mr. Wei had not saved him, the consequences would be unimaginable." Zhu Wanrong said, his face slightly blushing, and he dared not look directly at Wei Xian.

"Wanrong, since you asked me to call you Wanrong, then you would be a little disagreeable when you call me Mr. Wei. Why not call me Anzhi?" Wei Xian said.

Anzhi is the word Wei Xian gave him, which means that since you come to this world, you must be at peace with it now.

"Anzhi." Zhu Wanrong's face turned red and she shouted crisply.

Wei Xian sat down and enjoyed the delicious wine and delicacies with Zhu Wanrong. I have to say that Zhu Wanrong is worthy of being the princess. Each of the five dishes on this table was made of top ingredients. The chef was asked to make them. Wei Xian had never eaten them before.

"Anzhi, I wonder how you learned martial arts?" Zhu Wanrong said with curiosity in her eyes.

"Wanrong doesn't know that my family opened an inn at the Yellow River Ferry. One day, the head of the Huashan Sect passed by the inn, so I became a disciple and followed his master to Huashan. I practiced martial arts in Huashan for six years. It was not until I was 12 that I went down to Huashan and returned to my hometown to participate in the college entrance examination." Wei Xian said without hiding it.

"The head of Huashan Sect, is Mr. Yue, the 'Gentleman Sword'?" Zhu Wanrong said curiously: "It is said that Mr. Yue is excellent in swordsmanship and martial arts. He ranks among the top ten masters of the righteous path, second only to the three great masters of the righteous path. Even the worship invited by my father, he is not his opponent."

Wei Xian's heart moved. Doesn't this mean that there are two top experts in the Qin Palace in the world? Thinking of this, Wei Xian couldn't help but sigh that he is worthy of being the world's number one vassal king, and his background cannot be underestimated. At that time, he was really ignorant and fearless, and did not know that the world was high. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have died of the Qin Palace.

"My master is the leader of Huashan, and he practices the unique skill of Huashan Town School "Zixia Secret Book". Naturally, he has profound internal skills and high martial arts skills. At least if Tian Boguang met my master, he would probably be stabbed to death by my master with less than fifty moves." Wei Xian said.

"When it comes to the flower-picking thief, my palace has offered a reward from the world and asked for his head for ten thousand taels of silver." Zhu Wanrong said. It was obvious that the incident did not go like this. Zhu Wanrong looked at Wei Xian: "Anzhi, are you willing to teach me martial arts?"

Wei Xian hesitated for a moment and smiled bitterly, "Wanrong, you don't know that this martial arts practice started at the age of seven or eight. Now you are 15 years old, and it is much later than others to practice martial arts. I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything. Moreover, practicing martial arts is boring and hard, and I'm afraid you won't be able to endure this hardship."
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