The two of them stayed up almost all night. Before dawn, Ziyi brought over a woman who looked like a girl but looked like a boy. She was dressed in neat and elegant clothes. She was strong and tall, like a serious killer.
Jun Ci is a kind of heroic beauty who cannot tell the difference between male and female. Because of her strength and sharpness, even if she only wears simple clothes to facilitate the use of force and never really dresses towards men, she will be subconsciously recognized as a man.
At first glance, Jun Ci thought the man brought by Ying Wuchen was a man.
"I will give her to you so that she can serve you in the future. She is very skilled in martial arts."
"I don't want guards." Jun Ci refused.
It wasn't that she was worried that Ying Wuchen would arrange someone to spy on her. If she really dared to act like this, no one would be able to help her. She not only killed Xizuo, but also severely punished the mastermind. But she didn't like being around too many people, and she was alone.
I'm used to it.
"She is a woman, and you need a woman by your side." Ying Wuchen said in a tone that could not be refused, "I will give you her body bond. From now on, she will have nothing to do with me and will only obey your orders."
Jun Ci thought about what happened last night again. She didn't feel embarrassed until now, but she was still a little uncomfortable.
After thinking about it, it seems that she really needs a maid. To follow her, you have to know some martial arts. It's not that you can't find her if you search outside, but you don't know the root of it, and you can't use it easily.
Since Ying Wuchen generously gave the gift, and the man's appearance pleased her, "Thank you so much, brother Ying."
After sending the person to Jun Ci, Ying Wuchen left, and asked Jun Ci to tell him how to deal with the day when Kuishui came.
He doesn’t understand this either!
"Jiulang Jun, Lin Silang is here and wants to see the general." As soon as Ying Wuchen set up camp, Chen Fu came running up and said.
"Invite him to the guest tent." Ying Wuchen ordered calmly.
Chen Xiao did not move and looked inside the main tent: "He wants to see the general."
"Zi Yi, tell the kitchen to make some secret chicken legs." Ying Wuchen ignored Chen Xiu, left these words and went to the guest room.
Chen Xing watched Zi Yi walking towards the kitchen holding back his laughter. He was distressed, entangled, and struggling. In the end, he still did not step into the main tent. He comforted himself: "Jiulang Jun is so good to A Ci. He will definitely not miss A Ci's affairs.
I... I can eat a few chicken legs so that Aci can save money. Aci is so poor, so I should save money for Aci!"
In this way, Chen Xin convinced herself, held her chest and raised her head high, strode outside, and brought Lin Zhihuan to the guest account.
The guest account in the army is the place where guests are entertained. Lin Zhihuan did not expect to see Ying Wuchen here.
Both of them are princes of aristocratic families, but their status is very different. Ying Wuchen is the old son of the prince of the Ying family, and the treasure in the palm of the whole Ying family. When he was young, he had a weak character and was not easy to survive, so he was raised in a temple.
He was taken home when he was sixteen years old.
No one has ever heard of his talents and deeds, and he rarely goes out. Because of his good looks, people from Gan Ling can come and go. He is a man who is famous all over the world for his handsomeness.
Later, he went out for banquets a few times, and it was said that he was polite, behaved with decorum, was a gentleman like jade, and was uniquely elegant.
This was the first time Lin Zhihuan met Ying Wuchen. He was just an inconspicuous concubine of the Lin family.
He is dressed in plain clothes, standing upright, with a slender figure and his hands behind his back. Even if it is just a back view, it gives people the sense of oppression of a towering mountain standing in front of him for no reason.
He seemed to have heard the sound and turned around. His pure and unparalleled handsomeness shone as brightly as the bright moon, with a kind of aloofness that would make people feel ashamed.
"Jiulang Jun." Lin Zhihuan bowed as an equal.
Ying Wuchen also replied: "Brother Shi."
"I have an appointment with the captain to go to Jincheng today. I wonder if the general is busy with business and has other arrangements?" Lin Zhihuan and Ying Wuchen didn't have much to say to each other, so he went straight to the topic.
One is the legitimate son of an aristocratic family who is upright and untainted by worldly things, and the other is an outcast who is full of copper odor. They are not a person on the stage at all.
"She drank too much yesterday and feels a little unwell today. She should not run around in vain." Ying Wuchen said quietly, "Brother, please come back. I will inform you in time when she is well."
Lin Zhihuan raised his eyebrows after hearing this: "Jiulang Jun, does he know what the captain is doing? This matter should not be delayed, otherwise things will change. Yesterday, I persuaded the captain to drink too much. If the captain is not feeling well because of this, it must be because I did not entertain him well.
I should apologize face to face and ask Mr. Jiulang to be accommodating."
"She won't see any guests today." Ying Wuchen's tone gradually became colder.
"Jiulang Jun really can make the decision?" There was obvious doubt in Lin Zhihuan's eyes.
Ying Wuchen twitched the corners of his lips slightly, and showed a cold smile: "Whether I can make the decision, why don't you go and hear it yourself."
Ying Wuchen took Lin Zhihuan outside the main tent and said to Gao Yi, who was guarding the tent: "You informed the general, Lin Silang asked to see him, but I didn't allow her to see him."
These words not only confused Gao Yi, but also Lin Zhihuan was surprised.
Didn't it mean that Jiulang Yingshi was not a dignified person and respected the virtuous and courteous people?
this……
After Gao Yi reacted, he entered the account and conveyed Ying Wuchen's words.
When Jun Ci heard Ying Wuchen's words, he had already stood up and walked to the center of the main tent. He was suddenly stopped when he heard the second half of Ying Wuchen's sentence.
When he said he wouldn't allow her to see him, she didn't have to take his words seriously, but this would be a disgrace to him in front of others.
No matter how close or distant he was, or how he interacted with her, Lin Zhihuan was naturally inferior to Ying Wuchen.
Although Jun Ci didn't know why Ying Wuchen didn't allow her to see him, he still took care of his face at this moment and coughed twice: "Lin Silang, I feel unwell today, so I won't go with you. You go ahead, I'll be two days late."
The sun is coming."
In fact, she didn't really want to meet outsiders. People who practiced martial arts were very sensitive to the smell of blood. She didn't want to stand with others and let others smell their scent.
In any case, everyone had already arrived outside the tent, and it was still a bit rude for her not to see her. But Ying Wuchen set up a ladder for her, and outsiders just thought it was her doing it to save Ying Wuchen's face, rather than her being rude to others.
Lin Zhihuan was not angry. He looked meaningfully at Ying Wuchen, who had a dull expression and was not even the slightest bit happy because Jun Ci did not see him. Then he saluted to the tent: "In that case, Shiro will not disturb you."
The captain rests and waits for the captain at the meeting place."
After saying that, he said goodbye to Wuchen, and then left the military camp without any haste.
Ying Wuchen glanced at Lin Zhehuan's back, then opened the tent and went inside.
Jun Ci looked miserable. She didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but the thought of a woman in such trouble made her whole body feel uncomfortable!
"Why don't you allow me to see people?" Jun Ci asked in a muffled voice.
"Lin Silang is also a martial arts practitioner." Ying Wuchen said.
Jun Ci became interested: "According to what you said, he seems to be very skilled. Since he can learn martial arts, why don't you practice martial arts?"
Ying Wuchen's black eyes froze, his face slightly condensed, his body tensed up instantly, and his breathing became a little heavier, but after a moment his expression remained as usual, and he uttered two words coldly: "Not happy!"
I’ll write six thousand words today. Whenever I sit for a long time, the soles of my feet get cold. I still have a cold and can’t concentrate. I’ll write more when I get better.