Chapter 30: The Fox Hidden in the Golden House (Revised) What did you put in the water? ...
"Where's your sweetheart?" Hua Junguang looked at the man who was quietly sipping tea beside him and asked teasingly, "Why isn't she here to accompany you?"
Yan Jing glanced at Hua Junguang and did not refute his mistake in addressing her. He just said calmly, "She doesn't like such occasions."
"Hmm~" Hua Junguang raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "I didn't like studying when I was a child, why didn't you indulge me like this?"
Yan Jing immediately bowed and nodded, saying: "Your Highness, you are the crown prince. As the saying goes, 'If a son leads by example, who dares not to be upright?' Your behavior is related to the style of a country. On this point, I have three suggestions..."
"Stop, stop." Hua Junguang's eyes darkened, and he held his forehead with his hand. "You are just like your father. You make me sleepy when you talk. If you don't want the crown prince to faint at the banquet, shut up."
Yan Jing raised the corner of his lips and said with a smile: "Your Highness is wise."
"You!" Hua Junguang shook his head helplessly, holding his chin and looking at the singing and dancing in the audience.
After a long while, he suddenly said, "The Winter Hunting and Archery Banquet was originally established to remind the people of the harsh winter and the suffering of war in the past, but..."
"Your Highness, please be careful with your words and actions." Yan Jing guessed what he was going to say and interrupted him at the right time.
Hua Junguang stopped talking in response, his expression indifferent.
The Winter Hunting and Archery Banquet was set up to commemorate the cold winter, but the participants of this banquet were a group of princes and nobles who had never experienced the cold winter.
For those who are truly in the cold wind, they have already exhausted all their efforts just to survive and have no time to drink or play music.
The two of them were silent for a long time. Hua Junguang suddenly drank the wine in his glass, stood up and said softly: "I'm going to go for a walk."
After saying that, he walked towards the crowd and blended into the laughter.
Yan Jing looked at his back without saying a word and just took a sip of hot tea.
The best Shifeng Longjing tea, great tea.
"Sometimes I really envy Lord Yan."
Yan Jing looked over and saw a man in elegant brocade clothes. He immediately stood up and saluted: "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince."
Hua Yangping nodded to signal him to stand up, looked Yan Jing up and down, and smiled, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Lord Yan has become more calm."
"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness." Yan Jing responded respectfully.
Hua Yangping turned his eyes away from him and said calmly: "If I remember correctly, Lord Yan is the only son in the family."
Yan Jing frowned imperceptibly, and said in a steady voice, "I had a younger brother in my early years, but unfortunately, I failed to take good care of him, and he died while playing in the lake at home."
"That's great..." Hua Yangping murmured.
very nice……?
Yan Jing's eyes flickered, and he was about to say something when suddenly a servant walked up to him and said softly, "Sir..."
Yan Jing looked at Hua Yangping and saw that he was still talking to himself. He didn't seem to care about the situation on his side, so he nodded to the attendant and said, "Go on."
After receiving the consent, the attendant stepped forward and whispered a few words in his ear.
Yan Jing's eyes narrowed, and he concealed his surging emotions. He glanced at Hua Yangping and said, "Your Highness, please allow me to be with you for a moment."
Hua Yangping waved his hand nonchalantly, as if chasing away a kitten or puppy that he met by chance: "Go ahead."
Yan Jing had no intention of arguing about etiquette with other princes, so he bowed briefly and turned away.
Go to where Liu Qing is.
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The moment Wen Ying's gaze met those fox eyes, she raised her leg and kicked the boy in the side.
Anle stepped back, so that the heavy blow only grazed his abdomen, but he could still feel a burning pain, as if a layer of flesh had been peeled off.
"Hiss... Miss Liming, you are so cruel." Anle gritted his teeth in pain and squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
"There is no distinction between men and women in the martial arts world. You should call me Sir." Wen Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, lowered her center of gravity and made a starting gesture. Her figure flashed and appeared in front of Anle in the blink of an eye, ready to chop him down with a palm!
Anle was horrified and quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Sir! I have no ill intentions!"
A hand as sharp as a knife or an axe fell before his eyes with a gust of wind, and he was so frightened that he closed his eyes involuntarily.
The palm wind blew across Anle's cheek and pushed away the hair on his temples. The momentary contact was as brief as lightning but terrifying.
The expected pain did not come. Anle opened his eyes dazedly and happened to see Wen Ying gently retract her hand.
The girl raised her chin and said coldly: "I'll give you a chance to explain."
Anle breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to move any further. He carefully moved to a bench and sat down. He calmed himself down and said slowly:
"Lord Liming approached Yan Jing to search for hard-to-obtain intelligence, right? If so, why go to so much trouble? Wouldn't it be easier to cooperate with me?"
Wen Ying sneered and took a direct step to sit on another bench, pressing her elbows on the wooden table: "Just you?"
"Don't think that I can't beat you, but I am an expert in light Kung Fu, and gathering intelligence is my forte." An Leyan smiled and leaned back on the table to relax a little.
"And now that I know you are Liming, you don't have to pretend to be a lady anymore. Isn't that wonderful?"
"How can I trust you?" Maybe because she hadn't exercised for a long time, she felt sleepy after moving twice and propped up her head on her hands.
"Isn't it enough that I know you are Liming? As far as I know, Yan Jing doesn't know yet." Anle's voice was slow, like a requiem.
Wen Ying rubbed her temples and pulled herself together: "You know I am Liming only because you have fought with me. Back then, you and several others surrounded me in the woods. Do you think I have forgotten?"
Anle's eyes twitched, but she still smiled: "Ah, exposed?"
He didn't expect that Wen Ying would still remember his defeated opponent, but it didn't matter.
After all, this is not his purpose——
Wen Ying was becoming more and more sleepy. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. She exerted force with her legs and took a quick step forward, grabbing Anle's collar and pushing him down.
The speed was so fast that the candlelight was extinguished by the gust of wind passing by.
An Le didn't have time to react before his back was hit hard on the ground. His chest was squeezed, causing a fishy-sweet taste in his throat. Some blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, slowly dripping onto the ground and seeping into the wood.
The girl put one knee on the boy's chest and used her strong hands to pull Anle's collar open a little, and the black mark on his chest was vaguely visible.
It is the mark of a dead soldier.
"Drug me? Playing tricks on me? Who sent you here?" Wen Ying slapped him on the right cheek, leaving a red mark on his snow-white skin.
Anle's face was swollen with pain, probably because it was swollen, but he still said unforgivingly: "Does it matter who I am?"
He didn't expect Wen Ying to react so quickly.
But it’s not a big problem. Even Wen Ying shouldn’t be able to completely resist the effects of the medicine. She’s just holding on.
Wen Ying's head was still a little dizzy, but she knew that An Le was up to something, so she blocked a few major acupoints first, then raised her fist high and went straight to An Le's face.
Anle felt the strong force in the fist, and his pupils shrank suddenly: "Wait...!"
The girl didn't listen to him and punched Anle, knocking him unconscious!
Just when he was about to find a rope to tie him up, there was a knock on the door.
“Boom boom boom.”
"Ms. Liu, I'm here."
It’s Yan Jing’s voice!
Wen Ying looked down at herself with disheveled clothes, and then looked at the unconscious boy.
If Yan Jing saw this situation... I feel that even the Yellow River cannot wash away her sins.
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Yan Jing looked at the dim room, his eyes moving slightly.
The servant just said that Liu Qing was waiting for him in his room, but why did Liu Qing call him over but didn't light the lamp?
After waiting for a while, no one responded.
Just as Yan Jing was thinking about whether to knock on the door again, the light in the house suddenly came on.
Then came the clear voice of a young girl: "Master Yan, please come in."
Yan Jing suppressed his thoughts and walked into the house.
The first thing that caught my eye was Wen Ying, smiling sweetly and sitting lazily beside the candlelight.
The warm firelight melted her eyes into brilliant gold, and in the blink of an eye, they emitted tiny, shimmering lights.
Then, there was a faint smell of blood.
Yan Jing frowned, quickened his pace, and quickly checked the girl's condition.
"Lord Yan, you're here." Wen Ying smiled sweetly and just blinked innocently when she saw this.
The smell of blood faded a little as it got closer to Wen Jie, and it seemed that it was not Wen Jie who was injured this time.
Yan Jing's heartbeat calmed down, and he smiled with his eyes curved: "Miss Liu asked me to come, so of course I have to come."
"What happened?"
She called him? Why didn't she inform him?
Wen Ying wanted to ask a question, but suddenly she saw a red spot at Yan Jing's feet. It was the bloodstain that had not been cleaned up in time!
She stood up without hesitation, stood on tiptoe, hugged Yan Jing's neck, pulled his body towards her, and said coquettishly: "I just miss you, sir."
The fragrance fell together with the man's gray eyes.
His neck touched the girl's smooth skin. Yan Jing's eyes moved across her facial features, finally landing on the red, wet and soft skin. His voice was barely noticeable and deep:
"Miss Liu, this is not polite."
It's etiquette again.
Wen Ying pulled the corners of her mouth downwards, pursed her lips slightly, and muttered, "I'm not here to discuss etiquette with you."
Standing on tiptoe was somewhat tiring, so Wen Ying relaxed a little and fell down, but was hugged by a pair of big hands around her waist.
"What does the lady want to talk to me about?" Yan Jing's slightly hoarse voice came from above his head.
The distance between them shortened further, and the girl's body was almost completely stuck to Yan Jing, with her cheek against the man's chest, and she could clearly hear his deafening heartbeat.
She could feel every detail of the man's body, including his hot breath, strong arms, and tight muscles under his clothes.
Wen Ying felt dizzy and didn't know if it was because of the medicine An Le gave her or something else.
Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the cabinet door in the corner.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she quickly held Yan Jing's face when he turned his head. She raised her voice a little to cover the sound of the cabinet door: "Sir, have some tea!"
It stopped the man from becoming suspicious.
Yan Jing raised his eyebrows, glanced at the teapot following the girl's sudden reaction, and noticed something strange.
The teapots prepared in the palace must have continuous patterns on the lid and the body of the pot, but the pattern on this teapot is slightly offset.
Did Liu Qing add something in it?
Added...what?
Yan Jing tightened his arms a little, and said in a deep voice: "Miss, are you sure?"
"?" Wen Ying looked up in confusion, looking at the man with dark eyes, "I'm just worried that you're thirsty."
What did he see?
A complex light flashed in Yan Jing's eyes, and he said in an ambiguous tone: "Since the young lady insists..."
Before he could finish his words, he let go of Wen Ying, gently poured a cup of tea, and drank it all in front of Wen Ying.
The man smiled faintly: "Satisfied?"
Wen Ying breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he saw it, he still drank it. That was good.
Yan Jing chuckled at Wen Ying's reaction and was about to speak when he suddenly felt dizzy and grabbed the table to hold on to his body.
He looked at Wen Ying in disbelief: "What did you put in the water?"
Didn’t he see that?
Wen Ying blinked blankly: "Meng, Menghuan medicine."
As long as Yan Jing drinks the knockout drug and passes out, the rest of the things will be easy to deal with.
Yan Jing: ...
Anle, who had already woken up in the closet, said: …
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