Jian Xin still practices the Ten Puyuan Styles every day. Prince Ling never forgets to remind her to come back every ten days and a half to check on the progress, and Shao Kefan also urges her to practice more in her free time.
The Liuzi Pavilion next to Yiwei Hall is her special place for martial arts training. There are a total of twelve large stoves placed around the hall. When practicing Puyuan Ten Styles, the stoves need to be lit to melt away the cold air. Otherwise, the surrounding things will
They were all frozen, and the slaves and maids who passed by were not spared, and their lives were even in danger.
"Pu Yuan's ten postures, practiced to the extreme, kill people like breaking ice."
I had just finished practicing when I suddenly heard a familiar eerie sound. I turned around and saw that it was King Ling.
Jian Xin stuck out his tongue playfully and clasped his fists, "See Master."
"Hey - I shouldn't take this seriously. Yes, I have made great progress in more than a year."
"Killing is like breaking ice. It means freezing the person completely. When you swing the sword, the body of the person killed will crack like ice?"
"That's right. The victim's whole body is numb and he doesn't feel any pain when he is killed. Killing someone like this is considered as a sign of merit."
Prince Ling's tone seemed dissatisfied.
"You don't want the person who was killed to die a more painful death, do you?" Jian Xin asked in an incredulous tone.
"Of course not. I am happy that the person who was killed died happily."
Only then did Jian Xin notice a small dimple near the corner of Prince Ling's mouth. He couldn't help but laugh and pointed at the corner of his mouth, "A small dimple."
Prince Ling was stunned and touched the corner of his mouth, "Really? I never knew."
"Isn't it? I don't know if I have dimples, so I went to Yiwei Palace to take a picture." Jian Xin reached out and pulled Prince Ling's sleeves, and stepped out of the door. However, he was dragged back by Prince Ling who was standing still.
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He stared at her dumbfounded, "I'd better go back to the mausoleum to take care of her."
"You don't even know you have dimples, which means you don't care about yourself."
Prince Ling was stunned again, and the temperature of his unenthusiastic eyes dropped suddenly, "I'll tell you a fact, I care about myself more than anyone else."
"Then why don't you even know you have dimples on your face?" Jian Xin asked back without fear.
"Why...why do you always care about this thing on my face?" Prince Ling walked toward the door impatiently.
Jian Xin stood there, not knowing what he had done wrong.
When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at her who was in a daze in the middle of the hall, "Practice the Ten Forms of Puyuan diligently."
"Okay." Jian Xin nodded, but she didn't fully react yet.
The figure of King Ling quickly disappeared without a trace.
Why are they so concerned about the Ten Styles of Puyuan? She has thought about this problem for a long time, but she never understands it.
The only thing she understood was that she didn't know many things.
The King of Cang Teng, the King of Ling, the Protector, Zhao Lian...
From the look in their eyes, she knew she knew too little about them.
She does not belong to the abyss of wilderness, even if Shao Kefan proves with sincerity that she belongs to him, she still belongs here.
She suddenly felt a kind of loneliness, like a vast wilderness.
It took me a long time to remember telling Zhaolian that I would go see her today.
Three months ago, Zhao Lian gave birth to a son, who was named Ziyuan by the guardian. It is up to the child to decide whether he will take his father's surname or his mother's surname when he grows up.
After committing suicide, she stayed in Fuhan Hall and never entered Jieliu Hall, which was only thirty steps away.
After giving birth to Ziyuan, although Qin Weiluo gave her more care, she was always in fear and panic all day long.
"Jian Xin." Zhao Lian was hugging Zi Yuan, hooking his slender index finger on his chubby little finger, teasing him with a smile, when she saw Jian Xin walking in the door.
The guardian was reading in the study and came out.
"Come on, sister, give me a hug." Jian Xin took the baby and shook it gently.
When Jian Xin's little Zhaolian was one year old, Ziyuan should have called her aunt, but she was too old and insisted on calling her sister first, and then aunt when she was older.
No, when she grows up, she should be called queen.
Xiao Ziyuan's soft face and a pair of bright black eyes were like gems.
"Jian Xin, it seems that you will occupy Ziyuan for a long time again." The protector who became a father has a happy face every day, making it difficult for people to imagine that he is actually the king of a subjugated country.
However, the pain of losing a country and killing a sister is like an undercurrent suppressed in the deep sea of pain.
"I only come here every few days. Unlike you parents, you can stay with him day and night." Jian Xin lightly touched Zi Yuan's face with his fingers, "Smile."
Zi Yuan really grinned and chuckled.
He was already familiar with Jian Xin's arms, and his eyes showed his affection for her.
There were two cute little dimples on Ziyuan's mouth. Jian Xin felt that the dimples were familiar. She raised her head and glanced at Zhaolian. Zhaolian didn't have dimples on her face, so the guardian must have them. She was surprised.
It's true, the Protector doesn't have dimples either.
Jian Xin suddenly froze - dimples are a dominant inheritance, and children born to parents without dimples are unlikely to have dimples.
Not only does Ziyuan have dimples, he also looks like... King Ling.
It's not born in the cheeks, but at the corners of the mouth.
She stared at Zi Yuan's face in disbelief. Those eyes clearly gave her the feeling of Prince Ling's childhood.
Seeing that she was unhappy, the child lost his energy, looked sad, and kicked his feet in the air.
"Jian Xin, what's wrong with you?" The guardian noticed her strangeness first and was puzzled.
"You..." Jian Xin stared at the protector for a while, then shifted his gaze to Zhao Lian's face, unable to say a word.
The couple looked at each other, not sure why.
"Jian Xin, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Lian also asked anxiously and hugged the child.
"Nothing, I'm leaving first." Jian Xin calmed down, managed a smile, and walked out.
The guardian hurriedly caught up with her, "Jian Xin, what happened?"
"It's okay. The Protector just needs to take good care of Ziyuan." After saying that, he used Qinggong and headed towards Yiwei Hall.
The protector stretched out his hand to pull her, but only touched a corner of her clothes, which quickly slipped through his fingertips.
In the air, Jian Xin turned around and gave him a complicated look.
If she hadn't witnessed the difference between Zi Yuan's appearance and the Protector's, she would never have believed this fact.
In the back garden of the mausoleum, the mausoleum king was drinking alone. Ever since the day Zhaolian gave birth to his child, a hypothesis lingered in his mind.
He went to Fu Han Palace for an excuse, and felt that Zi Yuan was somewhat similar to him, which made it even more difficult to calm down.
If the Guardian knew about this...
Prince Ling suddenly threw the cup to the ground. He should not have planned to scatter the money to her in the first place. He originally thought that after killing Shao Kefan, he would directly take possession of the woman from a foreign land, but he unexpectedly caused such a big trouble.
There was a rustling sound of flowers and branches being pulled out, and a beautiful woman in yellow clothes walked from the path that was gradually widening between the pots, forming a beautiful scene.
King Ling looked a little crazy.
However, I found her expression gloomy.
Jian Xin walked to the Taiyi Yuliang stone table and sat down. He saw the broken cup on the ground and the fragrance of Qingyin still filled the air.
"You rarely come here, what happened?" King Ling made a gesture, and the servant who was guarding the garden gate from a distance understood, turned and left.
Before, at his invitation, she came once. In front of him, she told where she was from and talked about everything about the Xilin Gol Prairie.
"Am I the one who should ask King Ling what happened?" Jian Xin glanced at the broken cup again.
"I accidentally dropped it by mistake. Why, it ruined your fun?" King Ling stretched out his hand and covered the broken cup in the air. The broken cup instantly turned into powder and was quickly blown away by a gust of wind. The spilled wine disappeared.
It disappeared without a trace, leaving a burst of hot fragrance.
The servant walked to the pavilion carrying two cups, respectfully placed one in front of each of them, and poured wine for them.
"Jian Xin is not an elegant person, how can he spoil the fun?" Jian Xin picked up the wine glass and was startled when she saw the color of the wine. It was like jasper turning into water. After taking a sip, a feeling of comfort suddenly spread throughout her body. However, when she thought of that incident