Chapter 75 What is an unexpected success? (Tactical retreat)

Junlin intended to cultivate Yunyu. He was a good seedling and was discovered by Manlao and Minghe. She personally cultivated and watered him, and he sprouted and grew with her expectations.

The young man was like a frail sapling. Although he was a master of swordsmanship, his strength was only enough to arouse Jun Lin's interest. So she had to cultivate him, weed and fertilize him, and catch insects for him, so that he could grow into a towering tree as soon as possible, and hold up his dense canopy to protect Jing State from wind and rain.

She sheathed the sword neatly, and applause rang out from the side. Jun Lin said bluntly: "Don't just applaud, do you remember the moves just now?"

The young man was honest and kind: "I remember everything."

After saying this, she tilted her eyes and smiled softly, which made Jun Lin full of questions. What happened?

He sighed, "Your Majesty is like my master."

He has been guided and taught with great care, and he can only repay this kindness by serving Jingguo well.

Jun Lin raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and said loudly, "You have no master or sect just because you want to be free. If I really treat you as my master, wouldn't that be putting you in shackles?"

Yu Yu was stunned. She didn't expect that she could see so clearly.

He is like his swordsmanship, like water, which can flow in a trickle or surge in waves. It changes into different shapes when placed in different containers and can seep out as long as there is a gap. It is unrestrained and free. This is the jade.

However, this clear water was scooped up by Emperor Jing, and the man's charming face was reflected on the water surface. From the moment he chose to go into politics, he no longer had freedom.

But--

But despite this——

He bowed sincerely, with the broadness and generosity of a foreign land: "If this shackle is put on me by you..."

"Then I shall be glad to do so."

In the early morning, the bright red sun gradually rose, and the light fell on the young man's slender figure like a jade bamboo. His eyes, which were quenched with starlight, were always serious. Under his warm gaze, there were undercurrents, suppressing a different kind of emotion.

Jun Lin stared at him quietly for a long time, and finally raised his hand to throw the sword to him. Yan Yu caught it subconsciously, but his brain had not yet reacted, and his expression was as confused as a child.

"Then I will accept you as my disciple today."

She stood with her hands behind her back, her posture straight and upright like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, her thin eyebrows and bright eyes exuding heroic spirit, and her voice was full of majestic power, which made Yanyu's spine go numb and he could only look up at her in a daze.

"I am the Lord of Great Jing, the ruler of the empire, Emperor Jing."

"I am a disciple of the Zongheng family. My master is Wen Suili and my senior brother is Gongqing. They are the representatives of 'Heng'. There is no other connection between us. If you do anything that is unworthy of Zongheng and betrays me, then I will personally clean up the family."

She placed the emerald jade pendant with tassels around her waist into Yanyu's hand and continued, "Today, in the name of Junlin, I want to take you as my disciple. Are you willing?"

Are you willing to tie your life completely to her and Dajing?

Would you like someone to take care of you and devote your whole life to you?

The wind is blowing.

The morning chill blew.

But there seemed to be a fire hidden in Yuyu's heart, passionate, unquenchable, and her heart was beating violently.

It seems as if it is eager to convey all its emotions to the person in front of it.

"I do."

I should have thought of it earlier. Such a powerful person should have been rumored in the world.

"I mean, I am willing."

He is the one who is the master of strategy and has never shown up. Everyone knows that the master is a nobleman, but no one knows who the master of strategy is.

It’s Emperor Jing.

That Emperor Jing who stood above millions of lives.

Jun Lin smiled with relief: "From now on, just call yourself me. Come, since you remember my sword moves, let's practice."

She went to the tree again and casually picked a branch of flowers, signaling Yanyu to draw the sword. The young man carefully put the jade pendant in his arms, a faint smile on his lips.

"I understand, Master."

The nickname army now has one more member.

Shen Sinian's brother.

My barbaric Lord.

The head of Minghe's family.

Jin Ge’s husband.

Master of Yuyu.

Of course, there are also junior brothers of dukes and ministers.

Yuyu's current feelings towards Junlin are admiration and a bit of uncontrollable strange emotions, which is different from Minghe.

But there are always people in this group who want to kiss her face and temples, and many of them have rebellious thoughts.

We have to wait a little longer.

Because they wouldn't allow this love to make her feel embarrassed.

Wait until love breaks through and can no longer be controlled.

The morning light was bright, and the two began to dance with swords.

After that, Jun Lin washed up and went to court. He turned back to deploy spies in the palace, waiting for the Empress Dowager to fall into the hunting net.

But Manhuang and Minghe followed her closely and surrounded her. Seeing that they seemed to be hesitant to talk, she couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

Manhuang signaled to Minghe with his eyes and said, after all, you are very talented and have high emotional intelligence.

But Minghe signaled to Manhuang with his eyes and said, after all, you have been together for many years and have a deep relationship.

Jun Lin saw the two of them being hesitant and not speaking for a long time. She frowned, raised her steps and was about to leave, as she still had a lot of things to deal with.

"Master!"

"My Lord!"

They both spoke hastily at the same time, then were stunned and looked at each other awkwardly.

Jun Lin stopped and smiled brilliantly: "It's done, tell me quickly."

Ming He had made up his mind, and he chose his words carefully: "Master, the white belt tied around your chest..."

The smile stopped for a moment, she quickly calmed down and said calmly: "What's wrong?"

Minghe had worked with her for so long that he understood some of her subtle expressions. It turned out that she was injured but wanted to hide it from them.

The man lowered his eyelashes, looking sad and distrustful.

Manhuang took over the conversation: "You fell asleep in the study last night, and Zuo Xiang carried you to the dormitory to rest. Because your collar was open, Zuo Xiang wanted to help you tidy it up, and then he saw the white cloth strip..."

Seeing her narrowed eyes that didn't show whether she was happy or angry, the big guy slowly explained what happened: "So the left prime minister wanted to take apart the white cloth and see..."

But I stopped him.

Before he could finish his words, he saw his master, who was always confident and unhurried, suddenly come over and cover his lips tightly.

Jun Lin covered Manhuang's mouth tightly with his left hand, and raised his right index finger to press against his lips, silently making a "hush" gesture to silence him.

She frowned: "Minghe, close all the doors and windows."

Minghu understood clearly that the other party wanted to confess to him, and he felt much better immediately. Even the action of closing the window seemed light and joyful.

"Master, there is no need to hide this from us. We will keep it a secret for you."

I will never let anyone know that you are injured, thereby attracting someone with bad intentions to assassinate you.

Jun Lin's brows furrowed even more.

What a mess this is.

After ensuring the surroundings were safe, Ming He came over with a gentle look in his eyes: "Master, please trust us a little more."

She let go and sat down on the chair silently.

Manhuang, who was able to speak, then assisted: "Lord, I have followed you since I was young, and we have been together for more than ten years. I have no other requests, but I just want you to trust me more."

He knelt down, placed his hands on her knees and whispered, "Lord, try to rely on us a little more."

"I didn't mean to hide this from you..."

The person who had been silent all this time finally spoke up, and the bond of trust seemed to be in jeopardy.

Minghe also came over and half-knelt beside her. He raised his slender fingers and gently lifted the hair on her temples. The two of them waited for her next words.