Chapter 119 Late Night Tasting

Ye Qingyu couldn't wait for Qingyi to come, and he couldn't sleep. He just felt that the bedroom was stuffy. He put on an outer coat and walked out of the bedroom quietly. His movements were light and light, so as not to wake Ruyi who was keeping watch in the outer room.

Since he couldn't sleep, Ye Qingyu decided to "disturb" Qingyi. He used his Qinggong skills and his body moved as fast as lightning, and in an instant he ran to the guest room where Qingyi was. When he got inside, he found that the bed was empty. "Where did he go so late at night?"

Ye Qingyu looked around the room carefully. Qing Yi's sword was still quietly placed on the table, indicating that he had not left the palace. Ye Qingyu's mind moved, and he walked towards the palace's back garden. By the pond in the back garden, he indeed found a figure sitting cross-legged, with his hands hanging naturally on his knees. A white mist was rising from his head, and he had already entered a state of meditation. "So he is practicing martial arts!"

Breathing and meditation are crucial ways to enhance internal strength, and Ye Qingyu was well aware of this. On the path of martial arts, no one can become a martial arts master casually. No matter how brilliant, one must practice diligently to achieve success. Talent is merely one advantage. Not wanting to disturb Qingyi, Ye Qingyu quietly withdrew.

He had intended to return to his own bedroom, but after walking for a while, he somehow found himself back in Qing Yi's guest room. He took off his coat and lay down on Qing Yi's bed, quietly waiting for the person who had been practicing late at night to return.

Qing Yi was unaware that someone was waiting for him. Despite his unruly nature, he had never been perfunctory in his martial arts studies. Becoming a martial arts master and protecting Xiao Ye was no empty promise. While his martial arts skills were not weak, the martial arts world was vast, with many masters. There were always those who could surpass you, and there were always those who could surpass you. He knew he had a lot of room for improvement, especially in his internal strength.

Mo Qitian had once told Qing Yi that every two weeks, he should circulate the internal energy of Taixuan Tiandun and Baidu Mogong through his body to slowly break through the barriers of his meridians. This kind of impact would always cause severe pain in the meridians, but it was also the only way to improve his internal energy.

Qing Yi gritted his teeth, endured the waves of severe pain coming from his meridians, and continued to guide his internal energy to circulate in his body. He knew that only by constantly challenging his limits could he become stronger and better protect the most important person in his heart.

Tonight was the time for Qing Yi to cultivate his inner strength. He sat upright, eyes slightly closed, guiding his Qi through his meridians with steady and precise guidance. His breathing was steady, blending seamlessly with the quiet night. He felt the Qi surge through his body, growing stronger like a tide, constantly gathering invisible power.

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, he took a deep breath, slowly finished his meditation, and ended this satisfying meditation.

Qing Yi stood up, satisfied. Nourished by the zhenqi, he felt his body grow lighter. He looked around. Although the moonlight was shining brightly, it was already late at night, and all was silent, a stillness so eerie that it made him feel uneasy. Without pausing, he quickly returned to his room, deciding not to disturb Xiao Ye tonight.

Qing Yi returned to his room, poured himself a cup of warm tea, and drank it all in one gulp. He turned around and prepared to undress and go to bed to rest. However, the moment he turned around, he saw a vague shadow on the bed, which startled him so much that he almost cried out.

However, he took a closer look and immediately recognized her. It was Xiaoye! "Hey, Xiaoye, why are you here?" Qingyi's voice was filled with uncontrollable joy.

"Well, I wanted to see when you would come back." Ye Qingyu was not actually asleep. The moment Qing Yi stepped into the room, he deliberately held his breath, fearing that Qing Yi would find him lying on the bed.

"Hahaha, I went to practice my internal strength for a while. If I had known you were waiting for me here, I would have come back earlier." Qing Yi flew onto the bed in an instant and approached the person on the bed intimately.

"How's the practice going?" Ye Qingyu turned his head slightly and looked at Qing Yi, who was looking happy and energetic in front of him.

"Not bad. I feel my body is light now, my inner energy is flowing very smoothly, and I feel like I have endless energy." Qing Yi felt very refreshed.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Hero Qingyi. I will give you some nutritious food tomorrow." Ye Qingyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and reached out to gently pat Qingyi's shoulder to show his approval.

"Why tomorrow? Today isn't over yet." Qing Yi smiled cunningly.

"Hungry? Want to eat now?" Ye Qingyu asked, wondering in his heart whether he should call the servants to prepare food for Qingyi. After all, after practicing martial arts for most of the night, it was natural to be hungry.

"Yeah, I'm hungry." Qing Yi nodded quickly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Then I'll have someone prepare some food for you. Wait a moment, it'll be brought to you soon." Ye Qingyu said as he was about to get out of bed. Even if it disturbed someone else's peace and quiet late at night, so what? He couldn't let Qingyi go to bed hungry, could he? After all, he was the master of the palace, so he just did this little thing.

"Hey, Xiaoye, where are you going?" Qing Yi saw Ye Qingyu was about to get up and quickly reached out to stop him.

"I'll have someone prepare some food. Please wait a moment and someone will bring it over soon."

"Hahaha, I mean, I'm hungry here." Qing Yi said, and pounced on Ye Qingyu like a hungry tiger. Ye Qingyu was completely unprepared and fell on his back on the bed.

"Hey, Qingyi!" Ye Qingyu didn't expect that the "hungry" this kid meant was not the same as what he understood as "hungry".

"Xiao Ye, whether I can eat my fill depends entirely on you." Qing Yi said as he began to undress the person under him, his movements skillful and eager.

"You eat so much, I can't make sure you're full." Ye Qingyu tilted her head to avoid Qingyi's affection, a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Then I'll chew it slowly, okay?" Qing Yi was chasing the "food" in his mouth. At this time, the little prince of the Northwest had completely become a meal on the plate of the hero Qing Yi, allowing him to "taste" it at will.