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"alright."

Song Jin suddenly raised his head and looked into his eyes unexpectedly, the lust in his eyes was clearly visible.

A flash of panic passed through my heart.

She retreated in panic, but fell straight into his arms. The burning sensation on her waist was hard to ignore.

Cui Huaiji looked into her surprised and shy eyes, restrained his big hand on her soft waist, and then calmly withdrew his hand.

"careful."

Song Jin didn't dare to look up at him. She thought her face must be very red.

[Song Jin! Don't let your imagination run wild! ]

She exhaled, trying to calm her restless heartbeat, "I've measured it, and will send it to the Marquis in a few days."

Cui Huaiji recalled the touch of his palm just now. It was just like the time in Qingzhou, soft and delicate, and it tasted so good.

"Did Miss Song send it to me?"

“Ah… okay, okay…”

Their eyes met, and it was like an electric shock.

Song Jin felt like he was scalded.

"It's getting late, I won't bother the Lord of Junning County any more."

Song Jin:?

Why did you suddenly call her the mayor of Junning County?

It seems that no one has called her like this since she was given the title...

Qing Wu came back from boiling water and saw her red cheeks. He asked curiously, "Why is your face so red?"

Song Jin touched his face and pretended to be calm: "Maybe it's because the room is stuffy... Is the hot water ready? I'll go purify myself first."

Qing Wu looked at the wide-open window, then at his wife's back, feeling confused.

The window is open, why is it stuffy?

*

A few days later, Song Jin came to General Dingguo's mansion with a sword box.

The servant led her to Yu Dingnan's yard.

She arrived early and happened to run into Yu Dingnan's daily sword practice in the morning. He had probably just finished practicing and returned to his room to clean himself and change clothes.

"What is this?"

Yu Dingnan sat down with his half-dried long hair loose, looking at the box on the table, and he understood everything in his heart.

Song Jin opened the sword box.

The sword lay quietly in the box, the sparkling light slid across the blade, and the snow-white and sharp light shot out and shone into her surprised eyes.

It is a fine sword.

Yu Dingnan's eyes lit up slightly and he reached out to touch the sword.

She could feel the thrill of the sword's edge, and the resonance from the bottom of her heart at the moment of contact.

"Not bad!" Yu Dingnan praised generously, and was tempted to buy the sword. "Ms. Song, can you sell this sword to me? I'll pay you whatever the price is!"

Sometimes, the resonance between soldiers and swords does not require any words.

Song Jin shook his head and looked at her with a faint smile: "Song Jin is willing to give this sword to the general."

Yu Dingnan could see that she said this sincerely.

He said no more, took the sword, twisted his waist, and danced with the sword.

The light and shadow are intertwined, and the beautiful woman dances with a sword.

Buzz!

The sword emitted a low humming sound.

Yu Dingnan was extremely happy, the blood in her body was boiling, she wanted to take this sword and fight bloody battles on the battlefield!

"good!"

Song Jin couldn't help but applaud.

The warm sunlight poured down on her body, her facial features were so deep and charming, and her white gown fluttered in the air like the sword dance of the mysterious lady.

Yu Dingnan expressed his gratitude with respect: "Thank you Miss Song for giving me this sword!"

Song Jinxu lifted her hand and finally explained the purpose of their visit today: "This sword was made by the craftsman shop under the name of Zhaiyue Tower. It is their treasure. If this sword can win the favor of young General Yu, I promise to give it to him."

Yu Dingnan couldn't let go of the sword. "If they can forge this, I am willing to believe that they can forge the weapon I want!"

In this way, cooperation is achieved.

The two sat down and chatted for a while.

Yu Dingnan stroked the sword with his palm and asked casually, "Does this sword have a scabbard?"

“Not yet.”

Yu Dingnan decided to find a scabbard for the sword herself. As for the name, she needed to think about it carefully.

But then again, she suddenly remembered something.

"Miss Song seems to have a good relationship with Lord Hou?"

The topic suddenly changed direction.

Song Jin was caught off guard by the question and asked in confusion: "What?"

Yu Dingnan asked someone to take the sword away, picked up a handkerchief to wipe his palm, and there was the same mockery in his eyes as Tai Mianmian.

"Well, the Marquis told me not to tell you, but I think you should know."

Know what?

Song Jin didn't understand why Cui Huaiji was involved. She remembered that she had never mentioned this matter to Cui Huaiji!

Yu Dingnan drank a sip of hot tea calmly, smiling ambiguously: "This story starts from seven days ago..."

*

The Yu family and the Cui family have a hundred-year-old friendship.

The previous emperor was jealous of the Cui family. At that time, the Yu family was still stationed at the border, and the two families had very few contacts. Yu Dingnan had never met Cui Huaiji.

The two families resumed their relations after King Suli rebelled.

It's a life-long friendship.

Yu Dingnan had been back in Sheng'an for some time, and was quite surprised to hear that Marquis Quling had come to visit him.

"I've been back for so long, but the Marquis has never come to see me once. Why did he suddenly come today?"

Cui Huaiji glanced at her, and she immediately understood what he meant.

I secretly thought that he would never come to see her unless there was something wrong.

So she leaned back and sighed, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Song Jin will come to see you with the sword box in a few days. You are worried about this recently. I will give you a solution."

Yu Dingnan:?

She asked Song Jin to help her find out about the blacksmith shop under the name of Zhaiyue Tower. Just one day later, Cui Huaiji came to her and opened a back door for Song Jin.

Thinking of those unpopular rumors in the street, she became more and more convinced that the relationship between the two was unusual.

Yu Dingnan crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin to look at him: "When the Marquis of Quling asks for help, you still say that you have nothing to do with Miss Song?"

From the moment Song Jin entered Sheng'an, Cui Huaiji had been protecting them openly and secretly. He said that they were innocent, but everything they did was not innocent.

Yu Dingnan instantly had a lot of love, hate, and vengeance in his mind.

Cui Huaijiliang glared at him, "When did I admit it? Get rid of this mess in your head!"

Yu Dingnan was not afraid of him and continued to talk nonsense: "Tsk, is it difficult to admit that you like someone? I really don't know what Miss Song will think when she knows that those scripts outside are based on the plots provided by you..."

Cui Huaiji sneered and said slowly: "Don't you want to know what happens next?"

!

Yu Dingnan immediately shut up and looked at him flatteringly, "I'm sorry, Lord Hou, I will definitely do whatever you ask!"

She did not question the person Cui Huaiji recommended at all.

After all, Cui Huaiji's recommendation only gave her another opportunity. Whether it would succeed or not would depend on the quality of the finished sword.

The matter was settled, and Yu Dingnan smiled flatteringly, "Then Lord Hou... can you tell me the latest plot?"

Cui Huaiji said nothing.

Yu Dingnan was unsure of his current attitude.

Although she originally wrote this storybook to tease Cui Huaiji, she knew she couldn't hide it from him, so she simply ran over to him and asked for the follow-up. She thought he would not agree, but who knew that this guy was more interested than her and read her new storybook with gusto.

He was watching with great interest, but Yu Dingnan felt uneasy.

But this incident still surprised her.

Cui Huaiji actually allowed her to continue writing. Not only that, he also sent her letters every day, telling her all the details of their development.

Yu Dingnan expressed that he was somewhat flattered.

"Why, have you finished writing again?"

Cui Huaiji raised his eyelids and saw her touching her nose guiltily, as if she didn't understand something.

The vernacular novels popular in Sheng'an were written by him, half of them.

Yu Dingnan chuckled: "The plot you gave me was too short. I wrote the rest of it in my dreams..."

She was suddenly stuck and her eyes widened.

"You, you, you—you didn't read every single one of them?!"

The absurd stories she wrote in her dreams were completely based on her own preferences, satisfying both the readers and herself.

Recalling the explicit descriptions in the storybook.

Yu Dingnan looked numb.

Forget it, just don’t let her father find out.

Cui Huaiji didn't comment, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Well written... You can write the latest plot now."

Yu Dingnan glared: "I'm making this up? How long has Miss Song lived in your house? I don't believe that nothing happened between you two! If you don't tell me, don't expect me to open a backdoor for her!"

Cui Huaiji lowered his eyes to hide the smile that was flashing across his face, and said lightly, "Well...then just write about being drunk, and you can make up the details as you like, and add some dreaming."

Yu Dingnan was full of questions.

What's the difference between saying this and not saying it?

Drunk...

Yu Dingnan reacted belatedly and looked up to catch him, but Cui Huaiji was nowhere to be seen.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You run really fast!"

Since he mentioned being drunk, something must have happened!

No, let Mianmian go and try it with Miss Song!

*

Yu Dingnan avoided the main point and talked about what happened that day.

He glanced at the young lady whose expression was slightly moved and sighed in his heart.

The author's identity must not be known to Song Jin, so I will just do this as a favor to Cui Huaiji to improve her impression in front of Song Jin.

Song Jin was indeed somewhat touched.

She seemed to owe Cui Huaiji more and more.

While he was distracted, a maid came in with a storybook. She didn't notice Song Jin and thought she was a young lady from some family.

"Madam, Miss Tai told you to finish writing the rest of the story quickly, or she will come over with a knife and stare at you while you write..."

!

Yu Dingnan looked frightened.

The maid walked up to the two of them and only then could she see Song Jin's face clearly.

The voice stopped abruptly.

She knew that her wife was writing the story of the Lord of Junning County and the Marquis of Quling.

Song Jin was confused, "Plot? What plot? Young General Yu..."

"I have met the Lord of Junning County!"

The maid interrupted her hastily with a loud voice, and hid the script behind her with a flick of her wrist.

"Ha, yes, it's the book on sword practice written by my wife. Miss Tai has been bothered by swordsmanship recently, so she asked my wife to write this book... hehe."

Yu Dingnan gave her a look of appreciation for her quick response.

"Oh, yes! Mianmian came to me to discuss things a few days ago, and I was thinking of writing down my thoughts, thinking that it might be able to help her a little, hahaha..."

Song Jin was half-believing and half-doubting.

Why do the master and servant have such strange expressions?

Yu Dingnan wished that this matter would be put to rest immediately, so he pulled her aside to discuss the forging of military weapons, and as expected, he managed to divert her attention.

While Song Jin was not paying attention, he winked at the maid.

The maid retreated without making a sound.

Phew! I was almost discovered!