Liang Heng: "..."
He thought to himself, "Does anyone need to say this? Anyone with eyes can see it, right? Your pale, glowing face, which is actually pitch black, clearly shows the answer."
...
Although his words were righteous and unshakeable, a few days later, everyone received news that Ji Yan was preparing to leave Langya Pass.
When the tyrant was about to leave, some people were happy, and some were even happier. Even Chen Bao and Zhou Hu breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, serving this god of death who would cut off heads at the drop of a hat was more terrifying than dealing with the treacherous Wei Gou.
If they weren't too afraid to be unrestrained, everyone in Langya Pass would want to celebrate this joyous day with gongs and drums and firecrackers for three days and three nights. This would be even more joyous than celebrating the New Year, getting married, or having a baby.
Shen Jiao was the last to know the news.
The reason was simple: she woke up very late, without fail, when the sun was high in the sky. Perhaps because the food had become better, she hadn't been dreaming much lately, and her sleep had become more profound.
Although the tyrant was a childish bastard, he had one very good quality: he never rushed her to get up early unless there was something wrong. This one of his few virtues made her very satisfied.
"Your Majesty, are we returning to the capital?"
Shen Jiao had just woken up, and there was still a tuft of hair sticking up on her head, making her stand out from the crowd. She sat obediently on the edge of the bed, letting Ji Yan do as she pleased.
Since that day, the tyrant has unilaterally fallen in love with real-life dress-up games, and she has gradually gotten used to it. In fact, when she is in a good mood, she can even take the initiative to cooperate with the tyrant from time to time, raising her hand, turning around, striking a pose, or walking a few meters like a cat.
If the music, venue, makeup, and hairstyle are all in place, she could become a successful independent model, barring any unforeseen circumstances.
If it really is back in the capital, that would be wonderful. This ignorant country bumpkin would finally be able to enter the city and broaden her horizons. Just thinking about it makes her very excited. As the leader of the six kingdoms, the capital of Great Yan must be a place of flourishing flowers, fragrant red soil, and bustling traffic.
Having lived in this world for so long, the most prosperous and stylish place she had ever seen was this outrageously luxurious mansion beneath her feet, with its carved railings and jade steps. What a tyrant! Even his temporary lodgings were more magnificent and wealthy than those of the richest merchants.
It seems like you could make a fortune just by reselling the decorations and furnishings of this mansion?
"What's the point of going back to that wretched place? You're hopeless. I'll take you to Yunwu Mountain in Rongcheng."
Ji Yan finally got his wish and dressed the frizzy hamster in the black gauze dress with gold thread and roses. He seemed to be in a good mood. His long, narrow eyes naturally turned up, covering the bloodshot eyes, and his fierceness was somewhat diminished.
Hmm? Yunwu Mountain in Rongcheng? What kind of place is that? It sounds like it's shrouded in mist, with immortals floating around, and the greenery looks amazing?
She asked, "What are you going to Yunwu Mountain for?"
Ji Yan: "Didn't you look down on Chen Bao because you thought his martial arts were too weak? The number one ranked swordsmanship in the martial arts world is in Yunwu Mountain, and the Qinglang Sword Saint is the master of the swordsmanship. I will take you to find him."
Your mouth is as poisonous as if it's coated with DDT. Please don't misinterpret my meaning, okay? General Chen, you're right, I never said I looked down on you.
Shen Jiao tilted her head. "So, Your Majesty's intention is to send me to study under a master?"
Based on normal reasoning, the tyrant probably meant this: if Chen Bao isn't good enough, then find another awesome teacher like Klass.
However, a prestigious sect like this, one of the top sects in the martial arts world, likely has very strict selection criteria, making it difficult to join, right? Could she not even meet the minimum score and be rejected outright? If that's the case, then...that would be great.
After all, the rules of a major sect, even if they are not as thick as three Oxford dictionaries, are no thinner than two Oxford dictionaries. Most importantly, they may require getting up earlier than the rooster and going to bed later than the dog. How can anyone endure that?
But judging from the tyrant's temperament, he'll probably just give her a generous offer to join the cabinet with her own investment? Or maybe he'll donate a few buildings or build a few sword-training grounds. Who knows?
Ji Yan looked at Shen Jiao, who was lost in thought, wondering what she was thinking, her lips almost stretched to the back of her ears in a wide grin.
He poked her forehead with his index finger, snorted lightly, and said disdainfully, "Apprentice to a master? Do they even deserve it? A trashy Sword Pavilion that's all bark and no bite can be slaughtered by a single person."
"You're truly the worst of the worst," Shen Jiao couldn't help but mutter to herself. "So what are we going to do?"
Ji Yan: "Let's fight!"
Shen Jiao: "Just for fighting?"
Ji Yan: "Otherwise what? Didn't you say you wanted to become a master before killing me? It doesn't matter if you lack practical experience. Practice makes perfect. You'll get better with more practice. Although in my eyes he's still too weak, he's the most suitable punching bag for you."
Shen Jiao's face stiffened: "..."
If you're not crazy, could you look into my clear, innocent, naive, and ignorant eyes and say it again?
Dressed so glamorous and beautiful, and then travels thousands of miles to fight? This dress is so expensive, she'd have a heart attack if she even scratched a single thread! A princess should act like a princess, not a primary school student with dreams of being a school bully!
Shen Jiao carefully considered the tyrant's words, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. "Is he still too weak? Your Majesty, who is this...?"
Ji Yan gave her a strange look: "Of course it's that old man, the Azure Sword Saint."
Shen Jiao remained silent for a long while, "Hmm... Me? A nobody like me, going over mountains and valleys to cause trouble? Hmm... and I'm going after their sect leader? Are you sure?"
This isn't a fight, nor is it about transcending the challenges of battle; this is just asking for a beating.
I'm just a nobody with a score of 60, I haven't even read two books, and you expect me to compete with the top scorer in the country? Shen Jiao was internally devastated. This wasn't about hoping her son would become a dragon; it was wishful thinking and utter madness.
Ji Yan, with a leisurely and elegant air, inserted a gold-carved bluebird and openwork flower hairpin into her hair. Noticing her expression, her tone suddenly turned sinister, "You don't want to go?"
Shen Jiao: "I don't want to go." Anyone who does is an idiot.
Ji Yan: "If you don't go, I'll cut off your antidote."
Shen Jiao: "I'm ready! I love challenging the impossible, Your Majesty. When shall we depart?"
Ji Yan: "..."
...
The tyrant acted very quickly; he would decide something in the morning and leave in the afternoon.
Before leaving, Chen Bao brought his whole family to see Shen Jiao off. She not only saw General Chen's virtuous and loving wife who showed affection every day, but also his son whom he wanted to beat every day. He was a little bald boy of about three years old with fair skin and dimples when he smiled. You could see his two missing front teeth.
None of that matters. What matters is that this child seems to particularly like green? His clothes are green, his shoes are green, and especially the green bow on his chest, which is not unrelated to the one on the Tyrant's warhorse's head, but exactly the same.
Following Shen Jiao's gaze, Chen Bao's wife, Bai, explained, "Please forgive me, Miss Shen. It was just that A Lu was young and fearless. He played marbles with His Majesty and, after winning, he shamelessly tied a bow on the head of his warhorse. Fortunately, His Majesty is kind and benevolent and did not hold it against him."
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