Chapter 408 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (19)

The faint morning light filtered through the mist and shone on the palace lanterns on both sides of the palace road that had not yet been extinguished, making the dark dragon scale pattern on Qingwu's plain brocade robe flicker.

He Liming deliberately walked half a step behind Qing Wu, and the handle of the scarlet shark silk knife swayed slightly with his steps, startling the jackdaws roosting in the corridor.

From the distant martial arts arena came the faint sound of metal clashing. The sound was particularly clear in the silence of the early morning, like the low roar of a giant beast grinding its teeth, which made people feel awe.

As He Liming expected, when they arrived at the martial arts training ground, they saw a group of soldiers in armor surrounding the training ground like a solid wall, with majestic momentum and mighty voice.

He Liming had anticipated that Chi Yunjian would definitely make things difficult for him.

And He Liming was indeed stopped.

"Lord He," Chi Yunjian's guards said expressionlessly, their voices neither humble nor arrogant. "The general has ordered that since Your Majesty wishes to learn martial arts, he must be prepared to endure hardships."

"The martial arts arena is under the general's jurisdiction. The general only allows Your Majesty to enter. I hope Lord He will stay." Although the guards did not dare to look up at all due to He Liming's cold gaze, they also knew that the general's orders must not be disobeyed.

They can still distinguish this clearly.

Qing Wu looked at He Liming, his expression was extremely ugly.

Qing Wu suddenly raised her hand and gently pressed his trembling wrist. Through his wide sleeves, a hint of warmth came from Qing Wu's fingertips, and this warmth made He Liming's tense back relax a little.

The girl looked up at He Liming. Her clear eyes were like a mirror, reflecting the cold light of the armor. She smiled slightly and said softly, "Don't worry, Master He. I will return to the palace after I finish my studies. I will be fine."

The sand in the center of the training ground had turned dark brown after being trampled countless times, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and a faint smell of sweat.

Qingwu suddenly heard a burst of rapid horse hooves sounds, coming from far away and getting closer, like thunder in her ears.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a pitch-black Arabian horse flying through the air like an arrow.

The horse was extremely fast and reached the center of the training ground in the blink of an eye.

The man on horseback still had his black armor on, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the Cloud-Breaking Sword hanging from his waist let out a dragon's roar as the horse was shaken.

Chi Yunjian half-closed his eyes and casually put the arrow on the string, the white feathers at the tail of the arrow rustling in the wind.

"Buzz--" As the bowstring vibrated, the sharp arrow streaked through the morning mist like a meteor and flew straight towards the target a hundred steps away.

There was only a crisp sound of impact, and the sharp arrow accurately penetrated the red heart of the target. The remaining force actually created spider-web-like cracks in the bluestone behind the center of the target.

In terms of personal martial arts skills and military strategies, no one can compare to Chi Yunjian.

In just a few minutes, Qingwu could see Chi Yunjian's courage and ability to conquer the world on horseback.

Not to mention her fragile body, she had to pretend to learn two lessons.

Even those men who have learned martial arts since childhood may not be able to match Chi Yunjian in their entire lives.

But she wasn't here to fight.

Facing such a mighty lion, if you want to make it submit wholeheartedly, you can't just use force to confront it head-on.

Realizing that the person he had been waiting for for half a day had finally arrived, Chi Yunjian sneered, glanced at him coldly, and rode his horse towards the entrance of the martial arts field.

The warhorse seemed to sense its master's emotions and stood up, its mane dancing wildly in the wind like a wild beast.

Chi Yunjian looked down from above, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

When his eyes fell on Qingwu's thin figure, his pupils shrank slightly.

"What's the matter? Your Majesty, are you still not weaned? You need a guardian to watch over you when you come to learn martial arts?" His voice was cold and teasing, which made people feel cold.

The man was already tall, and now riding on the horse, he looked even more majestic, exuding an aura of looking down on everyone.

However, his gaze did not fall on the annoying He Liming standing aside, but he stared directly at the weak new monarch without any hesitation.

Chi Yunjian looked at Qingwu, and after observing her carefully, his expression relaxed slightly.

He thought to himself: Well, the little emperor looks better than before. He no longer looks like he will fall down at the slightest gust of wind.

but......

Chi Yunjian's gaze fell on the person in front of him, revealing a hint of disgust without any concealment.

Still a little lamb.

You came so late and made him wait for so long. When Wen Xingzhi came here yesterday, didn't you see him start studying so late?

When it comes to him, he is partial to some and disparages others?

Why?

And looking at it this way, the little lamb looked even smaller, as if he could just use a little effort to catch it and put it on the horse's back like a chicken.

This is what Chi Yunjian thought and did.

He lowered his head slightly, and suddenly exerted force with his right arm, tightly wrapping around Qingwu's slender waist like an iron clamp.

His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation, he easily lifted Qingwu onto the horse's back.

Qing Wu was completely unprepared for this sudden change and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

The plain brocade robe she was wearing was blown up by the wind, revealing a section of her fair and slender ankles, which looked particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

It all happened so fast that even He Liming who was standing by didn't have time to react.

He watched helplessly as the treasures around him were tightly embraced by the evil lion and then placed steadily on the horse's back.

Qingwu was obviously very frightened. She held the reins tightly and did not dare to relax at all, as if she was afraid that she would fall off the horse.

He Liming was shocked and angry. He widened his eyes and shouted at Chi Yunjian with a face full of anger: "Chi Yunjian, what are you doing?!"

"How can you treat His Majesty like this?!" He Liming was furious, and his originally beautiful face turned red with extreme anger.

He gripped the scarlet shark silk knife handle tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, and he almost pulled the knife handle out with force.

He Liming looked at Qingwu who was grabbing the reins in fear, with bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes.

In sharp contrast to He Liming was Chi Yunjian, who seemed to have not yet come to his senses and looked a little dazed.

But his arms seemed to have a consciousness of their own and subconsciously tightened.

Such a thin waist...

And it's so soft.

How come this little lamb really looks like a sheep, seemingly without any bones and so soft everywhere?

Are you stuffing yourself with cotton?

Chi Yunjian's hand unconsciously touched Qingwu's waist a few more times.