"Why did I fall asleep...? You didn't wake me up either?" Yan Bing stood up quickly and started looking for his belt and colorful skirt.
Wen Miao slowly turned over, wrapped in a brocade quilt and looked at Yan Bing with a shy face, and said softly: "Isn't it because you have been too tired recently... Even though the war is coming, you can't be busy day and night.
…”
"Aren't you busy? If you weren't busy, you'd be dead. Two hundred and thirty thousand! Your father gave me this problem!" Yan Bing complained while adjusting the hem of his skirt, then turned to look at Wen Miao and whispered.
Said: "You should put it on quickly, I will wait for you in the handsome tent first."
After saying that, Yan Bing strode back to the handsome tent, raised the curtain, and saw a sullen Luo Qing sitting on a chair and sulking. Next to him stood a low-browed and sullen Wang Wensheng.
scold.
Yan Bing felt the strange atmosphere in the handsome tent, smiled awkwardly, and stepped forward to explain: "I'm sorry, senior sister, military affairs are busy, military affairs are busy...haha."
Luo Qing slowly raised his head and glanced at Yan Bing who was standing at the door of the tent. Then he tilted his head and said "hmm" as if he was too lazy to pay attention.
Vincent on the side secretly glanced at Luo Qing to make sure that the other person was not looking at him, and then hurriedly gave his master an apologetic smile.
Yan Bing smiled and was not angry. After all, he was really "busy" and forgot the time, making people wait here for a long time. It was estimated that the other party's patience was about to be worn out, so he omitted the pleasantries and said straight to the point.
: "I called senior sister here today mainly because I have a happy event that I want to tell senior sister."
"Yeah." Luo Qing replied indifferently.
"This matter is mainly about the status of the princess..." Yan Bing said while secretly observing the changes in Luo Qing's expression. The result was... there was no change at all. He felt a little boring for a moment, so he continued in a deep voice: "
I have already submitted the report to Your Majesty, and I believe there will be a result soon... Oh, yes, Vincent seems to have also revised one, so this matter is probably settled."
"That's why you called me here?" Luo Qing turned to glance at Yan Bing, then sneered, stood up and said, "You make it sound like I'm a rare person," and after saying that, he turned around and walked out of the tent.
…
Vincent quickly grabbed her, and Luo Qing immediately turned around and glared at Vincent. Vincent lowered his head in panic, but still didn't let go...
After a stalemate like this for a while, Luo Qing finally sighed, sat back on the chair, and said loudly: "It doesn't matter to me whether you are a princess or not. Anyway, I am not very lucky. I have slept in broken temples or stables since I was a child. I am used to it."
..." Halfway through, he turned to look at Vincent, and then his tone softened a bit, and he said softly: "As long as we don't separate the two of us, we can talk about anything."
This is what Yan Bing was waiting for! Then he smiled broadly and said loudly: "Of course it can't be opened! It's just... I have to work hard, senior sister, to learn some palace etiquette first, so that it will be easier when meeting the parents-in-law.
Deal with it without being rude."
"Palace etiquette??" Luo Qing turned to look at Yan Bing, his eyebrows wrinkled, and he said in a deep voice: "I still want to practice martial arts! I don't have time to learn those things."
"Practice martial arts... I don't waste time in the morning or evening. It's just enough to take some time out in the afternoon. After all, it's still a few months until I return to Beijing." Yan Bing said,
As he walked closer, he moved a chair, lifted up his skirt and sat down. He looked at Luo Qing and whispered: "Besides, the person who taught you is not an outsider..."
"It doesn't matter, it's the same for everyone. If you don't want to learn, you just don't want to learn. At worst, I won't be the princess anymore. It's good for the two of us to wander around the country and do justice!" After Luo Qing finished speaking, he stood up and was about to pull Vincent away, but at this time
, Yan Bing didn't stop him, he just said something lightly.
"Wandering around the world... Haha, so, senior sister is planning not to even want her master and sect?"
"Who! Who said that!?" Luo Qing was stabbed directly in the heart by these words, his face instantly turned red, and he stood there.
Yan Bing smiled. In her opinion, children of this age are typically naive and rebellious. They must hit the point directly to be most effective. So she continued: "Look, Vincent is a prince after all. Why don't you do it?"
This princess, the emperor definitely has no objection, but if you want to elope with her son, this is your fault.
In order to preserve the reputation of Feixia Sect, the sect will definitely not be able to take you in, nor will they hand you over. Therefore, the final outcome is that you have a home and cannot return, and he also has a home and cannot return. In the final analysis, everything
, just because you don’t want to learn this bit of palace etiquette, is it worth it?”
After saying these words, he looked at Luo Qing and pouted without saying a word...
I am convinced but I am not convinced...
Yan Bing smiled and shook his head. He stood up and gently put his arm around Luo Qing's shoulders, pushing her back to the chair. He then stood up to make tea. At this time, Vincent who was beside him also very obediently stepped forward to give her a hand and said to her.
The master kept giggling and secretly pointed his thumb.
Yan Bing looked at his stupid look and sighed.
Now I'm afraid I'll have to explain everything for the rest of my life...
At this moment, the curtain of the handsome tent was opened, Wen Miao walked in, saw Luo Qing sitting at the door, looked up and down, and said softly: "You must be Luo Qing..."
Luo Qing looked up at her, blinked, and replied directly: "Who are you?"
"I am……"
"She's my sister!" Wen Sheng hurriedly ran back, stood next to Luo Qing and smiled innocently at Wen Miao. He also gently tugged on the corner of Luo Qing's clothes. Luo Qing suddenly understood, stood up quickly, lowered his head and pretended
He put on a well-behaved look and called out: "Sister."
Yan Bing felt as if he had eaten a fly at this moment, cursing in his mind.
You little girl with your elbows turned out! That’s the way you treat me! That’s the way you treat her! What a double standard!
He stepped forward angrily, put the tea cup on the table, and said in a deep voice: "She is the gentleman who specializes in teaching you palace etiquette. Let's talk."
After finishing speaking, he returned to the commander's desk and began to sort out the combat readiness materials compiled over the past two days. As soon as he raised the brush filled with ink, he heard Luo Qing speak first, with a tone and attitude that could be called enthusiastic and well-behaved.
"Sister, I often hear Vincent talking about you and how good you are to him. I finally met my sister today. I never imagined that my sister has a beautiful heart and an even more beautiful person! Oh... why don't we go to your camp to chat? I'm afraid here.
I disturbed my brother-in-law’s business,”
"Well... you are well-behaved and sensible. No wonder Wen Sheng likes you so much..." Wen Miao smiled and nodded.
"No way...sister, please stop laughing at me..."
Yan Bing was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Luo Qing with wide eyes. Several drops of ink came out from the brush in his hand...
"Qihua, then I'll accompany them over there to chat." Wen Miao looked at Yan Bing happily, seeming to be very satisfied with his sister-in-law.
"Ah? Oh! Okay!" Yan Bing responded with a confused look, and then watched Luo Qing take the initiative to lift the curtain for Wen Miao, and the three of them walked out of the tent talking and laughing...
…
After a few seconds... Yan Bing suddenly came to his senses, lowered his head, piled up the letter paper that had been stained by ink, and threw it angrily toward the door of the tent.
