The last time I visited the palace at night to rescue Anya, I was in a hurry along the way and didn't have time to see more.
At this moment, it was daylight and I was not in a hurry. I looked around carefully and couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "The royal family is really rich and powerful. The toilet of one palace is enough to be worth the entire Qin Mansion."
After waiting for a while, the maid who had left returned, bowed slightly and whispered: "Mr. Qin, Your Highness invites you."
Follow the other party deep into the palace, along the cloisters, through the gardens, and listen to the gurgling lake water.
The catkins were flying down, sparkling, and Anya, wearing a light red skirt, stood at the lake pavilion, quietly looking at the lake.
The emperor is the king of a country, and the women he marries will naturally enchant the country and the city.
As the daughter of the queen, Anya's eyebrows are very similar to the beautiful and dignified queen.
If we talk about the difference, it is that it is two points less mature and one point more beautiful.
Even though his impression of Anya was mostly that of an arrogant scholar disguised as a man, Qin Feng had to admit that she was an extremely outstanding beauty.
As the waves reflected, his eyes moved slightly downward, and Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh.
It's just that in one aspect, the other party didn't inherit his mother's bloodline very well.
If I have children in the future, won’t it mean that the children will suffer?
"She shouldn't be called Anya, she should be called Taiping..." Qin Feng said to himself.
As the footsteps approached, Anya, who had been deliberately trying not to look, straightened her waist and raised her chest subconsciously, although it was of little use.
"Your Highness, Mr. Qin has arrived." The maid said softly.
"I know, please go down now."
The maid bowed and left, leaving only two people in the lake pavilion. Anya turned around and looked at him, hiding the joy in her eyes, and said lightly: "What kind of wind brought Mr. Qin here.
I thought that Mr. Qin was busier than my father and had so many things to do that he didn't even remember me as a friend."
Qin Feng's expression froze: "Can you speak properly?"
Seeing his expression as if he had eaten a fly, Anya raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but quickly restrained it.
She was in a good mood, and her speech returned to her usual tone: "Tell me, why did you come to see me?"
A normal man would naturally say some nice words here to please a woman.
And Qin Feng has always treated Anya as a relative and friend, and would not consider anything like this unless he thought about things between men and women.
He immediately blurted out: "You think I want to come?"
As soon as these words came out, Anya's eyelids jumped and she clenched her fists under her wide cuffs.
Although there was still a dignified smile on his face, the tooth socket in his mouth felt a little overwhelmed.
Qin Feng naturally did not notice that he said something wrong, but instead explained the reason to himself - "It's not you...well, it's mainly because Your Majesty entrusted me with something."
After some narration, Anya also understood the cause and effect of the matter, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.
How could my father take it upon himself to guide me in the cultivation of the Holy Way? I started earlier than he did. If I still ask him to teach me, wouldn’t it be a joke in vain?
This was something she, with her proud temperament, would never tolerate.
Coupled with what the other party said just now, Anya, who was still angry, said in a bad tone: "No need, I'm just too busy with trivial matters to focus on my practice.
Otherwise, how can my cultivation progress be slower than yours?
You don’t need to pay attention to what my father said, I will explain it to him afterwards.”
Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief immediately after hearing this, looking like he was relieved.
When Anya saw it, an unknown fire ignited in her heart.
And what Qin Feng said next made her grit her teeth.
"Great, I'm really worried that you want me to come over and guide your practice in my spare time. How can I have that spare time?
What's more, if my two wives know that I am staying with you, it cannot be explained in a few words."
Qin Feng glanced at the sky, then smiled and said: "It's getting late, so I'll leave first. Next time I'm free, I'll invite you to Wangyueju for a drink."
After saying this, he wanted to clasp his fists and say goodbye.
Unexpectedly, Anya said in a cold voice: "My father arranged for you to come over to check the shortcomings of my practice and guide me in my cultivation. If you leave like this, are you committing the crime of deceiving me?"
"Huh?" Qin Feng was stunned and said in surprise: "But didn't you just say..."
Anya interrupted directly: "Just now, now is now.
I suddenly realized that you are indeed gifted in the Literary Saint Tradition. Although you started late, you have caught up with Senior Brother Fei Xun, and are even on par with Senior Brother Yang Qian.
What's more, being in the fourth level has caused a heavenly catastrophe. There have been very few people in the past who have accomplished such a feat.
I can reluctantly accept your guidance in practice."
The changes were so fast that Qin Feng didn't react for a while. After a while, he smiled and said: "Brother, don't make trouble!"
Brother... Anya's eyelids twitched with anger, and she immediately said coldly: "Mr. Qin, pay attention to your title. No matter what I say, I am still the princess of the dynasty!"
Could it be that that day of the month has come for this woman, and why does she suddenly feel as if she has taken a shot of gunpowder?
But no matter what the reason was, Qin Feng could see that the other party seemed to be really angry.
"Then Your Highness, when do you want me to guide your practice?" Qin Feng was also a little angry and deliberately addressed himself as Your Highness.
Anya sneered: "Now, immediately, immediately!
It just so happens that I have entered the sixth grade hexagram fate realm, so you teach me the art of looking at the three thousand qi.
Anyway, Mr. Qin once said that if you can learn the art of looking at the Qi in just three thousand steps, it will be easy to teach me.
What does Mr. Qin think?"
No matter how cruel you are... Qin Feng gritted his teeth and said: "I obey, Your Highness."
Time passed by in a hurry, but Anya still couldn't figure it out.
These three thousand energy-seeing techniques are easy for Qin Feng.
That's because his pupils contain innate energy, which is inherently extraordinary.
But no matter how talented Anya is, how can she understand it in a short time?
An hour and a half passed, and even though Qin Feng explained the essentials repeatedly, Anya still could not grasp the essence.
Qin Feng was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head. If he dragged on any longer, it would be dark!
"I thought that her slow progress in cultivation was due to the trivial matters in Jubaozhai, but I didn't expect that it was really because she was too stupid.
Why can’t I understand such a simple thing?
Isn’t the so-called three thousand ways of looking at the qi arousing the qi in the body, pulling the destiny stars in the sky, and opening the pupils to observe the qi?”
After some more guidance, Anya tried to use Sanqian Wangqi.
Qin Feng was full of expectations: "What's wrong, Your Highness, have you seen the energy on my body?"
Anya opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes looked at her, and her tone was neither salty nor cold: "I only saw resentment, nothing else."
Qin Feng's face froze when he heard this: "Your Highness is joking, it is my blessing to teach you, how can I have any resentment.
But now that the matter has come to this, it seems that I can only use that move. Your Highness, please raise your palms."
Anya didn't understand what it meant, but she did it anyway.
Then, her beautiful eyes widened, because Qin Feng actually put his palms up, palms touching!
"Your Highness, I will merge a righteous energy into your body. If you understand it carefully, you may gain something."
Anya lowered her head slightly to cover up the blush on her cheeks.
Under the wing of his nose, he responded softly, like a mosquito.