During dinner, Lianchenxuan and his family of five rarely gathered together. Concubine Jing was in a good mood and prepared a table of delicious food in the kitchen. Yi Chenjing was very busy for several days and was in a bad mood to eat. Bai Qige was overexercising and was exhausted. Seeing that
If it is greasy, it loses appetite. The two of them are with each other on the left and right but rarely move their chopsticks.
"Jing'er, it's windy at night, the road is slippery, and I'll go back to the imperial study tomorrow morning." Concubine Jing put down her chopsticks and said with a heartache, "How long has it been since you've been resting well? Even if you're a stubborn person, Su Yan Surao and Xiao Yingge can't always be with you like this.
You are troubled, and they have never been put out early when you are not here. I will take a good night's sleep tonight. Those who go to war and lead troops will not be in a hurry to this day."
The plan to go to the battle has been decided, and going to the imperial study room is just to deal with the emperor's increasing anxiety and worries, and nothing important is. Yi Chenjing nodded, and his eyes intentionally or unintentionally passed by Bai Qige's indifferent and boring face.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Bai Qige asked bluntly.
Everyone in Lian Chenxuan knew that Bai Qige was straightforward, but this sentence without any background was really interesting. Su Yan looked at Yi Chenjing, who was slightly embarrassed, and chuckled: "Your Highness is because you don't see enough, for fear of getting busy again.
If I can't see you for a few days, I'll just take a look."
Bai Qige looked at the side without commenting. She thought that Yi Chenjing had touched her thoughts thoroughly. In this life, there was probably nothing that could make him worry about except for the country and the woman who had been dead for three years. However, he recently
His performance is worthy of praise. Not only did he not treat each other rudely, he gave Bai Qige a lot of freedom in his actions. When talking about the strategy of going to war and deploying troops, he also showed that a normal person should be in a state, at least in her eyes, he seemed to be madman and perverted.
The distance has been widened.
"What did you scold me secretly at the dinner table just now?" After the meal, Yi Chenjing took the initiative to invite him for the first time and led Bai Qige out of Lianchenxuan on the grounds of relaxing. The two of them walked slowly along the sparsely populated path in the back garden.
"When did I scold you? It's a good thing to be self-aware, but don't always think of others as dark. Not everyone is like you."
Yi Chenxuan glanced at Bai Qige who was calm and composed, and broke a dead branch from the peach tree on the roadside, and slapped it on his thin back with neat movements: "If you want to learn kung fu, be honest. Although Zhan Ting Kung fu is good, it is not.
I know how to teach people, but in the end I have to work hard.”
He grabbed the branch and held it in his hand, Bai Qige's face glared back without changing his expression.
Everything Yi Chenjing said is true. After a day of teaching, it is easy to find that Zhan Ting is not a qualified master. Zhan Ting is better than Yi Chenjing in Kung Fu, but in commentary and guidance, Zhan Ting is not as safe as Yi Chenjing.
The same move, Zhanting, had to be demonstrated repeatedly dozens of times before she could understand it, and Yi Chenjing only needed a few words, and it was the essence condensed.
He danced on the dead branches and studied the sword skills of the school. After a while, his body began to get hot. Bai Qige took off his cloak and threw it aside. While the dusk was gone, his body was slimming and jumping in the empty back garden.
Although the body does not have that kind of sensitivity and strength, the experience of fighting is still remembered in my mind. When Bai Qige held the weapon, it seemed as if she had returned to her previous life, and when she was envious and admired by her proud achievements in the special forces.
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The weather is clear, and pieces of white snow are flying in the approaching sunset. The agile woman in the snow is like dancing a dance that combines hardness and softness. Her soft waist contains infinite power. Every move, every stab, every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, every time, and serious
The expression was particularly beautiful against the background of the snow, and even the hideous scars on the cheeks seemed terrifying.
Yi Chenjing stood there silently, his eyes never left Bai Qige who was intoxicated with it. The closer he got, the more he couldn't see who the woman in front of him was.
Is it Xiao Yingge who always lowers his head in his memory to be shy and shy? Is it the third lady of the Bai family who hugged him and expressed his love and pity? Is it the poor woman who has just experienced life and death at the lakeside of Zhaoguo who has just been looking at him in confusion? Or is it
He was insulted but gritted his teeth and kept marrying the princess without saying a word?
The one who remembers the deepest is her unintentional frown and smile, and her cold eyes pressing on his chest, making her stronger and more determined than a man.
Silently approaching the elegant figure, Yi Chenjing reached out and held Bai Qige's wrist and raised it upwards: "The sword and the arm are in line, and then take action after seeing it. The center of gravity falls between the two feet. When the move changes, he drives it with waist force.
Don’t dodge backwards, it’s too late.”
After the warm palm was pressed against her waist, Bai Qige subconsciously avoided it. Her excessive vigilance and too many unbearable memories made her extremely sensitive to Yi Chenjing's touch every time she touched it.
"Hide and stand up." Yi Chenjing frowned and pulled the person back without saying a word. "If you want to learn martial arts, don't be so much. I don't have any spare time to consider teaching you Kung Fu while obeying the teachings of men and women. Do not be close to each other.
The ancient sayings.”
"Don't you know what you have done? If I poked a hundred holes on you, try to hide next time if I see me." The singer Bai Qi pushed back three steps, and pulled the distance from Yi Chenjing again.
open.
The words are jokes, but Bai Qige said it very seriously.
Yi Chenjing looked calm: "Are you still afraid of me?"
"Gradually, I won't be afraid anymore. You and I will be redirected in a while." The dead branch suddenly raised its head in Yi Chenjing's heart. Bai Qige looked at the deep eyes, with a questioning voice, "Teaching me so carefully to do martial arts skills.
, aren't you afraid that I will find an opportunity to kill you?"
The Zhanting repeatedly sent to follow and monitor her, and because of her contact with Yi Chenxuan several times, Bai Qige knew that Yi Chenjing had been guarding against her. Since that was the case, why did she teach her sword skills personally? She met almost every day.
People are the ones who succeeded in two "secret attacks" again. Yi Chenjing should be more careful about her. You should know that it is really too simple to kill him at such a close distance. After all, he is not inseparable from the bronze and iron bones.
This question is not only Bai Qige is confused, but even Yi Chenjing herself couldn't figure it out. Looking at Bai Qige who used a branch as a sword for a long time, I couldn't tell the reason.
A chuckle seemed to be a bitter smile. After sighing softly, Yi Chenjing broke the dead branches and stepped forward two steps to stand in front of Bai Qige and bowed his head slightly.
"I seem to have forgotten who you are."
The second half of the sentence was not said, and Yi Chenjing didn't want him to hear the half sentence, so she would definitely laugh at him.
I just don't want you to be hurt.
The atmosphere was extremely awkward. Bai Qige couldn't figure out what the inexplicable answer meant. Suddenly, a thud sound came from above his head. Looking up, a large area of black swooped down from the high branches of the back garden.
"Flat-haired beast, it's you again!" Bai Qige couldn't help laughing after seeing what the black piece was. Her bright eyes and white teeth were like any bright girl, no different.
Obviously Yi Chenjing also knew the eagle that broke the strange situation. With his long arms stretched out, the ferocious bird that had made the fifth prince escape from Huixiju spiral and fell down obediently, and croaked and rubbed the handsome face.
"Have you seen Xiao Tiao?" Yi Chenjing caressed the gray and black fur lovingly, with the same gentleness as when facing Su Yan Surao, and his slender fingers kept teasing the clumsy-looking goshawk.
"It's called Xiao Tiao?" Bai Qige boldly reached out to touch the warm wings. The eagle did not resist, but obediently spread its wings and wrapped Bai Qige's hand under its wings. The freshness and curiosity made Bai Qige forget the embarrassment just now, paying attention to it.
All his strength was placed on Xiao Tiao: "Is Zhan Ting always feeding it? I think Zhan Ting is directing it with a silver flute."
Yi Chenjing nodded: "Xiao Tiao is a lonely eagle. When Zhan Ting picked it up, the two old eagles were lying beside him, probably the arrows shot by the hunter. After that, Xiao Ting kept following Zhan Ting, counting it
It has been more than ten years, and it has been longer than when I met Zhan Ting."
"Silly people raise stupid eagles." Bai Qige couldn't help laughing, "This stupid bird always stayed in the trees outside my room. It couldn't be driven away or knocked away. As soon as it chased it, it lowered its head and kept cooing, and started
Dailai is eighty-sixth-similar to Zhan Ting.”
With his eyes gloomy, Yi Chenjing hugged Xiao Tiao in his arms and looked at Bai Qige: "Even if Zhan Ting doesn't care, don't say that in front of him. Apart from his sister, he only has Xiao Tiao, a relative."
Zhan Ting is loyal to Yi Chenjing. Everyone knows that Yi Chenjing is sincere in his only confidant. However, as the master, he is really concerned about his subordinates, and it is beyond Bai Qige's expectations. In her eyes, Yi Chenjing is like this.
People with deep scheming, cruel and coldness should be difficult to get along with, let alone treat each other sincerely - except Hongxiao and Jingfei.
"Where are Zhan Ting's parents and relatives? I have never heard of him mentioning family matters. Even he has a sister for the first time."
Xiao Tiao's sudden appearance briefly resolved the alienation between the two. Yi Chenjing took the dead branches and threw them in the snow. He picked up the cloak hanging on the tree and handed it to Bai Qige: "There is naturally a reason why Zhan Ting doesn't tell you this.
, He is not like me, and his most feared is to cause trouble for others."
"It's not just a trouble, you're just a mess."
"... Sometimes I would rather you talk less like Zhan Ting." Yi Chenjing seemed very helpless when he mocked Bai Qige that he didn't know when. He pointed to the pavilion in front of him, Yaoguo Qi, who was in a rare good mood.
The prince took the corner of his clothes and stepped onto the steps, turned around and reached out to Bai Qige: "Slide the ground, be careful."
Bai Qige wanted to hesitate before making a decision, but who would have thought that his hand was handed over as if it was uncontrollable and was tightly wrapped in the warm palm.
No, it's just this body habitual reaction, it has nothing to do with the intention. Bai Qige secretly comforted herself. She was sure that she could not accept Yi Chenjing's kindness from the bottom of her heart. How could she believe it even though she knew it was fake?
The same goes for him.
Distrust, insist on pretending to be unreserved.
There was no cold wind howling in the pavilion, and it seemed to be much warmer. Xiao Tiao cooed twice and flew to Bai Qige's shoulders, gently pecked at the snowflakes stained at the end of his hair when he was dancing the sword just now, and then leaned his head comfortably
On Bai Qige's bun tied up.
"What ecstasy medicine did you give Xiao Tiao? It took me more than a year to get close to it." Yi Chenjing raised his eyebrows and tapped Xiao Tiao's head in disbelief.
Bai Qige did not answer, but faced the pavilion with a vast white earth, and his voice was as peaceful as falling snow.
"Tell me about yours, yours, Zhan Ting, I want to know more."