Chapter 54: What on earth does Youlong want? Is he after her cold face and scolding him...
Jiang Yueying listened carefully, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.
It turns out that Xie Yuting had such an experience when he was young. He almost gave up his position as the crown prince, but returned to Kyoto because he could not bear to see the people suffer.
Perhaps, he was born to be an emperor.
The two chatted for a while. Old Madam Pang liked Jiang Yueying very much. She praised her and laughed at her, which made Jiang Yueying's face flushed and she felt very embarrassed.
When Madam Pang calmed down completely, Jiang Yueying breathed a sigh of relief. However, her old body could not support too much of the old lady's energy, so she had to lie down and rest more.
After Madam Pang fell asleep, Jiang Yueying came out and closed the door gently. Xie Yuting was standing in the courtyard and asked her if she wanted to go together to the burial place of Tutor Du.
Madam Pang said that Grand Tutor Du was buried in the Western Forest, a quiet and peaceful place rarely visited by people. When Grand Tutor Du was alive, he often said that he wanted to be buried under a tree after his death, where he could sleep in peace, listening to the sound of pine trees and leaving behind a refined ghost.
Jiang Yueying nodded in agreement, and the two of them went to the West Mountain Forest together.
In the quiet green forest, under a sturdy century-old tree, we found the burial place of the old master.
The stone tablet of Grand Tutor Du was erected by Old Madam Pang. According to his will, there are only four characters "dragons flying and phoenixes dancing" on the stone tablet.
"Peace on earth."
Jiang Yueying silently guessed that although she had never seen Old Tutor Du in person, he must be a very free and unrestrained person.
Xie Yuting sat alone in front of the stele for half an hour, with the pine wind blowing on his face from time to time, three times colder than deep winter. Finally, he kowtowed to thank his teacher, stood up and looked behind him.
The girl was wearing a cloak and a hood, and had been looking at him quietly for a long time.
She didn't recognize Master Du, but she felt unbearable heartache for no reason, as if she had understood Xie Yuting's feelings, and couldn't help but shed tears.
When she learned that her wet nurse had passed away, she was also so quiet and sad. Fortunately, there were not many people who cared about her. At that time, she felt that no one could disturb her mind anymore, and she valued her very much.
Now she can't help but sigh at the fickleness of fate. She thought she would live a lonely life in the cold palace, but who would have thought that at this moment, she is standing in Liuzhou, Liang State, thousands of miles away from Jiang State, paying homage to the Grand Tutor with her husband.
A year ago, she couldn't even imagine it.
"Why are you standing there like an idiot?" He walked over and tapped her forehead.
Jiang Yueying covered her forehead and muttered, "Madam Pang has something for me to give you. She said it was left for you by Tutor Du." After that, she took out a stack of letters from under her cloak. The top one was addressed to Mingyi himself.
A letter? Xie Yuting took it quickly, his eyes fixed on the familiar handwriting, a moment of trance forming.
"Who is Mingyi?" Jiang Yueying blinked.
Xie Yuting opened the letter, lowered his eyes and said, "My courtesy name."
Jiang Yueying was surprised. It was the first time she knew Xie Yuting's courtesy name. She thought this guy didn't have one.
A secret joy flashed through her heart. Since coming to Liuzhou, her understanding of Xie Yuting has become clearer and clearer.
"What did the Master write in the letter?" She poked her head out curiously.
"The teacher said he had written letters to all his students serving as officials in the imperial court. If I like anyone, I can hand the letter to him, and they will follow the Eastern Palace and serve me."
Oh my god.
Jiang Yueying's eyes suddenly widened. Isn't this what the Third Prince has been longing for? Tutor Du had actually left all the chips to Xie Yuting a long time ago.
"The Grand Tutor has high hopes for you." Jiang Yueying sighed.
"I will never let my teacher down, and I will never let go of the person who killed him."
After putting away the letter, Xie Yuting looked deeply at the tombstone. The wind blew the treetops, and the tombstone was cast with shadows.
After paying homage to Master Du, the two of them headed back.
When Jiang Yueying asked if she wanted to go back to Kyoto, Xie Yuting shook his head and said she was silly.
Why are you so stupid? She was quite unconvinced and insisted on being explained.
Xie Yuting chuckled helplessly: "Little Princess, have you forgotten what our excuse for coming to Liuzhou was?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yueying was stunned. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly realized that they were "quarrelling" because of the Thousand Lantern Festival.
There are still ten days until the Thousand Lantern Festival. If I go back early, won’t I be exposed?
So they had to stay in Liuzhou for another ten days.
"Liuzhou has countless forests, making it a great place to practice swordsmanship," Xie Yuting said, pointing to the lush greenery. "I'll teach you my unique swordsmanship over the next ten days. Do you want to?"
Jiang Yueying's eyes lit up. Xie Yuting actually had a unique sword technique. Then she thought again, Master Du did not practice martial arts. Who did Xie Yuting learn the sword technique from?
I have seen Xie Yuting's sword-drawing speed before. It was steady, accurate and ruthless. The sword flowers were beautiful, dangerous and deadly. Each sword style was extraordinary, and it was definitely not the fancy moves he had shown before.
It would be too far-fetched to say that he was self-taught.
"Who is your master?"
Xie Yuting pretended to be sad, his eyebrows drooping instantly: "I clearly told you who my master is."
"Nonsense, when did you tell me?" Jiang Yueying thought her memory wouldn't be that bad.
"The former leader of the Wulin, Li Nanfeng," Xie Yuting pondered, "I told you when we were at Mingquan Temple."
“……?”
That's not a joke.
Is Xie Yuting really Li Nanfeng's apprentice?!
How could he, a prince of the palace, get involved with people from the underworld?
Jiang Yueying blinked, looking extremely surprised.
Xie Yuting rubbed her head and said, "There's nothing surprising about it. I was walking on the road when a strange man rushed up to me and said that I was extraordinary and insisted on taking me as his disciple."
"I thought he was a charlatan and almost handed him over to the government. Later he became my master. It's that simple."
Jiang Yueying: "..."
It's not simple at all, every word is not simple, okay? Everything that happened to Xie Yuting was outrageous.
Suddenly she thought of a sword master she knew, the Hanyi Swordsman. That guy had been wandering around the world for many years, and he might also recognize the former leader of the martial arts world, Li Nanfeng.
Speaking of which, Han Yi Swordsman or Xie Yuting, whose swordsmanship was better? She couldn't help but feel a little curious.
However, these two people probably don't have the opportunity to meet and compete with each other.
The next day, Xie Yuting began to formally teach his unique sword technique.
In the pine and cypress forest, a gentle breeze blows.
The sunlight was slanting, and Xie Yuting was wearing a moon-white robe with golden arrow sleeves, a red hairband to tie up his long black hair, and holding a sword in his right hand, he broke through the morning light with one sword and dispersed the fog in the forest.
After starting, he demonstrated each move to Jiang Yueying.
The steps are as fast as the wind, slow and measured.
The sword light passed across his handsome face, and the pines and cypresses above his head rustled, casting mottled golden sunlight. The sounds of wind, swaying leaves, and swords intertwined, carrying the fallen leaves all over the ground.
As the movements became faster and faster, the figure almost turned into an afterimage.
The moves rise and fall, and the momentum is as powerful as a rainbow.
Jiang Yueying sat on the stone steps beside her, holding her chin with one hand, staring at Xie Yuting's sword dance intently.
The other party wasn't exaggerating; this sword technique was truly stunning and unforgettable. Since she had little knowledge, she couldn't find the right words to praise it. She could only say in her heart: So fast! So cool! So imposing!
Until Xie Yuting sheathed his sword, Jiang Yueying's gaze remained fixed on him, her round eyes sparkling as if hiding the Milky Way.
Very simple admiration and envy.
Xie Yuting turned his head and looked at her, and was dazzled by those bright eyes.
How can you make such a cute expression?
He raised his hand to lift up the hairband that had flown to the front, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it look good?"
It looks good, it looks especially good.
Jiang Yueying was screaming in her heart, but she had to pretend to be calm on the surface. She was almost going crazy.
"Even when dancing with a sword, one has to spread out their tails like a peacock. Is this also what your master taught you?"
Xie Yuting smiled heartily: "What peacock spreading its tail? My sword technique is not a peacock. I gave it a more interesting name, called Wandering Dragon."
Dragon Sword Technique.
Thinking of the man's sword-dancing posture just now, Jiang Yueying couldn't help but nod. It was a very suitable name.
but……
Jiang Yueying frowned slightly, as if she had encountered some difficulties: "Although this sword technique looks very powerful, your speed just now was too fast."
It's not that Jiang Yueying looked down on her, but Xie Yuting's swordsmanship was very mature, not the basic sword moves she had practiced before. For someone who had practiced swordsmanship for less than a year, it would be extremely difficult to fully master it.
She couldn't learn it even if she practiced vomiting.
If you only learn a few moves, it's okay.
"Swordsmanship must be learned coherently to unleash its maximum lethality, otherwise it will only be for show." Xie Yuting saw through her thoughts and explained.
What to do? Practice for eight or nine years first?
Jiang Yueying smiled and suddenly felt that it was not impossible.
Xie Yuting walked forward, flicked her forehead, and smiled proudly: "What are you thinking about? This sword technique can be suitable for you with a slight modification."
"Each move is modified according to your own sword-wielding habits. It's like breaking up and reorganizing this set of Wandering Dragon Sword Technique, but the sword intent remains unchanged. It's like the form changes but the spirit remains the same. The bones remain the same, and you can fill in the flesh and blood as you wish."
Jiang Yueying was stunned and stammered: "But I don't know how to change..."
Xie Yuting laughed in anger: "Does your husband just eat dry food?"
Oh, Jiang Yueying was slow to react. Only then did she realize that she was not asked to change it herself, but just had to learn from Xie Yuting.
Doesn't that mean... that she has her own unique sword technique?
Realizing this, Jiang Yueying felt vaguely excited, and at the same time extremely grateful to Xie Yuting, and even had the urge to rush over and hug him.
But she was just thinking about it.
Jiang Yueying suddenly felt a little aggrieved. Why did she have to pretend to be Princess Anyi all the time and do some awkward things that were inconsistent with her words and deeds and went against her true feelings?
She couldn't show her joy on the surface, and even had to restrain herself from hugging Xie Yuting.
However, she is not as heartless as her sister.
If someone was kind to her, she would want to repay them double. She used to be very generous with her gratitude and smile. Even if a passing palace maid helped her pick up her handkerchief, she would happily help her draw water from the well.
But now, Xie Yuting always thinks about her, but not only can she not show excitement, she also has to yell at him from time to time.
It's simply sick.
Xie Yuting is the same, how can he not be angry?
What does this guy want? Does he think she is cute when she scolds people with a cold face?
It's so uncomfortable.
The depression in her heart was suddenly magnified, and she felt bored after a long time.
"Why are you unhappy?" Xie Yuting lowered his head and reached out to pinch her little face.
Jiang Yueying said casually: "Huh, do you have excessive conditions again, so you will teach me."
"Tsk, originally there wasn't one," Xie Yuting said with a mischievous smile, like a fox. "Since the little princess is asking for it so actively, why not give me a kiss?"
Her cheeks flushed. "I didn't ask for it...don't make wild assumptions."
Xie Yuting didn't care. He just put his arms around her waist, bit her lower lip like a rogue, and gently bit it.
After biting it, he sucked it again.
The numbing sensation spread from her lips all the way, burning her cheeks, neck, and ears red, like blooming rouge, spreading over her body arrogantly and domineeringly.
Caught off guard by the kiss, Jiang Yueying stood there stupidly, her feet rusted and unable to move a step.
"It's not too much to ask for a small reward first, right?" Xie Yuting spoke almost close to her lips, his mouth opening and closing, their lips rubbing up and down.
Jiang Yueying's heart was pounding, and she said in embarrassment: "Why didn't you say anything before kissing me...!"
She tried to distance herself a little, but Xie Yuting pulled her back. He smiled lazily, "Excuse me, little Princess Ying, can I kiss you?"
“…………”
An arrogant scoundrel, hooligan, pervert and bastard.
She opened her mouth in anger and bit his lips.
The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the pine forest suddenly became quiet.
After a long time, the man whose lip was almost bitten started to laugh, looking smug as if he had gotten a huge advantage.
Jiang Yueying was completely ashamed to face anyone. She was so angry that she lost her mind. What had she done?
What’s the difference between this and offering a kiss!
Pa pa pa.
Suddenly, applause broke out in the quiet pine forest.
Jiang Yueying’s eyes widened. What’s going on? Is there someone here?
He looked around in panic, but didn't see any human figure.
Is it haunted?
Just when Jiang Yueying thought she had seen a ghost in broad daylight, the pine tree above her head suddenly swayed violently. She looked up and saw a handsome man in a dark black robe sitting on the treetop with one knee bent, looking at them with interest.
Jiang Yueying was shocked. Who was this person and when did he come? He shouldn't be an assassin.
The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he looked very energetic. He smiled and teased: "Just practice swordsmanship, why are you sticking your mouth together? Are you practicing serious swordsmanship?"
After being told that, Jiang Yueying almost fainted from embarrassment. Normally, it didn't matter how she and Xie Yuting fooled around, but being seen clearly by others was really embarrassing...
Jiang Yueying was about to smoke, Xie Yuting rubbed her cheek to cool her down, and said to the man in the tree: "Brother, don't scare my wife."
Her eyes widened. What the hell, Senior Brother? So this was the Senior Brother Xie Yuting was talking about. Even if he was a Senior Brother, he couldn't peek at others kissing, right?
Xie Yuting leaned over and whispered in her ear: "This is my senior brother, Zhou Luan."
"Senior Brother Zhou." Jiang Yueying was embarrassed and at a loss.
Zhou Luan jumped down from the tree, touching the ground with his toes without raising any dust.
Seeing this, Jiang Yueying exclaimed, what an amazing Qinggong.
"Junior brother, I didn't realize you were such a pervert. You didn't practice sword much, but you were busy kissing the young lady. I really underestimated you before." Zhou Luan stood there lazily with his arms folded.
"..." Although it was clearly not her, Jiang Yueying felt ashamed.
As Xie Yuting's senior brother, the other party must know his identity as the prince, but he seemed to completely disregard his status and position, and was merciless when teasing Xie Yuting.
Xie Yuting rolled his eyes: "This is the Crown Princess I married officially, so what's wrong with a couple of kisses? You're just jealous of me because you don't have a mouth to kiss."
"What do you mean I don't have a mouth to kiss? Do you know how many beauties in the world are fond of me? You disrespectful little bastard, how dare you play tricks on your senior brother?" Zhou Luan said.
"Zhou Luan, who are you calling a little bastard?"
Zhou Luan chuckled nonchalantly: "Hey, isn't it time to ask Senior Brother to help you develop frostbite cream?"
Jiang Yueying was slightly stunned. Frostbite cream... Didn't Xie Yuting say that it was the medicine for wounds in the military camp?
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