In the backyard of the inn, the "ding-ding" sound of weapons was heard from time to time. Under the setting sun, the two people in fancy clothes were agile and agile.
Beigong Tengxiao sat on the stone chair, raised his glass and took a sip of Longjing. The doting smile was already on his handsome face, and the agile look of Chu Jiaoli reflected in his eyes.
During the martial arts competition, Beigong Tengxiao made a request. He and Beigong Qianqiu were at odds with each other, and when he saw her using the water-bending magical skill, he would be reminded of Beigong Qianqiu, so she was not allowed to use it.
Except for the magical power of water-bending, every move she is currently doing was taught to her by that person.
Half an hour later, the sunset gradually set, and Chu Jiaoli's stomach let out a protest.
She frowned slightly, then ran to Beigong Tengxiao with a smile, grabbed his arm with both hands and shook it, sweetly saying: "Brother Tengxiao, I'm hungry."
Beigong Tengxiao smiled lightly. Even when he was close, he could still hear her deliberately suppressed breathing. He raised his eyes to look at her who was dripping with sweat, and a trace of sweat-soaked temple hair stuck to his cheek.
He raised his hand to help her clean it up. When Chu Jiaoli saw him approaching, she suddenly took a step back warily. She quickly took out a clean handkerchief from her arms and wiped the sweat on her face, smiling.
Beigong Tengxiao was slightly stunned, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "What's wrong?"
Chu Jiaoli smiled awkwardly, bit her lip and said, "It's dirty, don't touch it."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao was amused. He raised his hand to catch her and put her in his arms, saying that he didn't mind the sweat all over her body at all, but she was so frightened that she backed away, turned around and trotted back to the room, throwing her head back.
He said: "I'm going to take a bath first!"
Beigong Tengxiao was stunned for a moment and said: "Aren't you hungry? Eat first!"
"No, wait until I finish taking a shower before eating!"
As if afraid of him chasing after him, the panicked voice ran farther and farther away.
Beigong Tengxiao sighed helplessly, still sitting where he was, looking at the direction she was leaving, with a doting smile in his eyes.
It's not that she can't be caught, but that she is eager to make a good impression in front of her. This is a good start.
This reminded him of the time when she was in the Imperial College, when Xiang Yini became her female tutor. Her eyes were red from crying because she was afraid of missing out on her homework, which was a cherishment he would never forget.
She has her own pride and strives to do her best in everything, striving for perfection, thus gaining great satisfaction. Only in this way does she become more and more confident.
She is becoming more and more like her former self.
"Your Highness." Jingyue's voice brought him back to reality.
Beigong Tengxiao suppressed his smile, regained his solemn expression, and said in a lower voice, "Did you see it?"
Jing Yue frowned, her expression a little complicated, and said: "Your Highness, I am not sure... If I am wrong, I hope your Highness will forgive me..."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao's heart skipped a beat. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Just say it."
"When the Yousheng Sect invaded the imperial capital last year, my subordinates fought against the members of the Yousheng Sect. That special palm technique... was very similar to the empress..."
With a "pop" sound, the tea cup in Beigong Tengxiao's hand fell to the ground. He frowned, his heartbeat suddenly became a little erratic, and he became uneasy.
Yousheng Sect... Was Chu Jiaoli rescued by people from Yousheng Sect?
"How does her skill compare to those of the Yousheng Cult members?" Beigong Tengxiao was a little uneasy and spoke a little softly.
"Compared to her, ordinary believers are just minions, and the slightly older leaders are not as good as her. They should be the upper level of Yousheng Cult." Jingyue answered truthfully.
Who has the ability to train her to the advanced level of the Yousheng Cult, which is frightened by the news...
Could it be...
He clenched his fists unconsciously and muttered: "No...what reason does he have for doing this..."
Seeing Beigong Tengxiao indulged in talking to himself, Jingyue hesitated to speak. After he calmed down for a moment, he said again: "Your Highness, if the empress is really a member of the Yousheng Cult, I'm afraid that if she gets close to Your Highness, she will have other reasons."
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"She will not harm me." Beigong Tengxiao said firmly.
"Your Highness, Mo Wuyou has always been on the lookout and will go to any lengths to lurk in the imperial capital. If someone were to place a person next to His Highness and wait for an opportunity to do something, His Highness... would be hard-pressed to guard against..."
"She will not harm me." Beigong Tengxiao repeated Shenyin.
Jingyue has been with him for many years, so she can see the impatience and anger in his eyes. He is loyal and does not hesitate to say things she does not want to hear and reminds her: "But... what if she is threatened?"
Beigong Tengxiao was startled, and immediately thought of the medicine in the bottle. Seeing her panic and fear when he took the medicine that night, his heart throbbed hard.
After a long silence, he suddenly showed a faint smile and said: "If she wants to kill me, I am willing to die in her hands."
Jingyue was suddenly shocked. Beigong Tengxiao, who had always been calm, had never said such irresponsible words. It seemed that for her, he was worth abandoning everything. As the prince, he killed him, his people, and the entire prince.
The whole family would be buried with him, not to mention the meaning of killing him, the royal family he was implicated in, and even the entire Beigong family...
Jingyue frowned and said anxiously: "Your Highness! You must not do this!"
Beigong Tengxiao seemed to know his concerns, looked up at him, and said: "Without me and Beigong Qianqiu, I will handle everything before I let go."
Jingyue was stunned for a moment and then said: "Your Highness, if you die, what will your Majesty do?"
Beigong Tengxiao was stunned, yes, if he died, she would lose her value, and she would also be unable to live...
He pondered for a long time and then said: "Zhonggong Tang Luo, she wrote to me last time to tell me that she was rescued. Will she... protect her?"
"Your Highness, according to my understanding, Princess Tang Luo is moody and unpredictable. If she really loves this sister, how could she send her into the tiger's mouth?"
This tiger's mouth is naturally the Yousheng Sect.
Hearing the sound of "tapping tapping" footsteps in the distance, Beigong Tengxiao raised his head, and his eyebrows were suddenly touched by two tender fingertips. What entered his nose was the fragrance of roses, mixed with the refreshing water vapor.<
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"Brother Tengxiao, why are you frowning again?" A gentle inquiry made Beigong Tengxiao's heart palpitate.
He raised his hand and grabbed her hand, gently caressing his face. He looked up and saw her confused and worried look. He immediately put on a doting smile and pulled her into his arms. After bathing, she
She changed into a set of elegant light green chest-length undershirt.
He leaned over and sniffed her neck lovingly, feeling much relieved.
He pinched her cheek and said, "How about we just eat here?"
"Okay." Chu Jiaoli smiled sweetly and hugged his neck affectionately.
Beigong Tengxiao looked at her cheerful smile. She had just finished bathing and dressing up, and she seemed to have put on her good side. She was not as distant as before, and her mood was much happier.
