Chu Feige looked at Pei Donglang for help. His Highness, whom he had loyally followed for many years, put down his book and looked like he was watching a good show. Chu Feige reluctantly pulled out the sword from his waist, cupped his fists and said, "Please enlighten me."
Su Zhiyu also returned the gift. The two of them got into a posture. Chu Feige was determined not to hurt her, so he only took a defensive posture. Su Zhiyu jumped over in a vertical step, stood up and jumped, catching sword moves one after another.
Each move is coherent and smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The soft sword in her hand was a gift from Pei Donglang, and it was very easy to use. As the name suggests, the colorful sword moves are like falling flowers all over the ground, which is dizzying. Chu Feige initially wanted not to hurt her, but he soon
She quickly began to fight seriously. Her strength was not very strong, or very small. Although she was skilled and flexible with her sword moves, she was able to stab Chu Feige several times, but she was unable to hurt him at all.
This kind of ease of retracting and releasing can only be achieved by a master, but for Su Zhiyu, he is too weak...
After being tired for a long time, Su Zhiyu panted and held his legs and said, "No...it's not fair...you...you must be wearing armor!"
Chu Feige put away his sword and crossed his arms and looked at her, "I'm only wearing ordinary clothes."
"I don't believe it! Take it off and show me!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Chu Feige's seven-foot-long man actually blushed. Su Zhiyu refused, "You must be angry because of embarrassment. You must be wearing soft hedgehog armor! Otherwise, take it off and show me!"
Chu Feige gritted his teeth and said, "Please respect yourself, Madam."
"Don't do this. Eight hundred years ago, I didn't believe in this trick of deliberately pretending to be shy. Take it off!" Su Zhiyu was full of confidence and his voice was loud. The maids and attendants guarding the door couldn't help but look inside.
Chu Feige looked at Pei Donglang as if asking for help. His Highness, the Third Highness, still looked like he was watching a good show. Chu Feige gritted his teeth and walked away. Su Zhiyu suddenly realized when he looked at his expression of grief after being teased.
Pei Donglang saw that there was no fun to watch, so he silently picked up the book and continued reading. Su Zhiyu jumped in front of Pei Donglang and said, "Your Highness, you definitely don't think Xiao Chu is too thin-skinned."
"He hasn't gotten married yet."
"What!!" Su Zhiyu's eyes widened, "He's already in his twenties, and he hasn't even gotten married yet!"
"In recent years, the wars in the north and south have delayed this matter."
Su Zhiyu slapped his thigh and said, "This is an easy matter. Leave it to Ling Zhenfei. He is good at everything from matchmaking to blind dates and pimping." Pei Donglang sneered in his heart. He was good at it. If he hadn't stopped him midway, I don't think Su Zhiyu would have been killed like this one day.
The boy was arranged to get married.
Chu Feige sat depressed in the pavilion of the mansion. His behavior just now was too embarrassing. It seemed that he was a shy little daughter-in-law. The same was true for His Highness, who actually didn’t care about his wife. Just when Chu Feige thought about it, he suddenly
I feel something is wrong. This woman is obviously just an outsider, so why do I assume that she is His Highness’s woman by default?
He shook his head involuntarily to get rid of the idea, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a person walking hurriedly not far away. Logically speaking, it was very unusual to see Wu Zhaoxun in the residence of His Highness the Third Prince, but seeing him again today felt a bit annoying. Chu Feige
In a daze, I forgot that there were so many concubines in the residence of His Highness the Third Prince.
Wu Zhaoxun came over furtively, and after checking that no one was around, he walked towards a small door.