Chapter 56: Chi Xing can be praised like this, he is indeed worthy of being called Lord Yan, I sigh...
With the third prince being imprisoned, things that were previously untouchable gradually surfaced. Coupled with Wei Quan's extremely high work execution ability, the overturning of the case went so smoothly that it was unbelievable.
In just a few days, Wen Ying received news from Yan Jing that the truth about the unjust case would be announced soon, clearing the Wen family's name.
Moreover, Wei Quan did not conceal the investigation from the public, and the news had already spread among the people.
There was someone else who collaborated with the enemy and committed treason, so the rumors about Yan Jing, which were originally groundless, were self-defeating.
Really the best of both worlds…?
The hand that was wiping the gun paused, and Wen Ying suddenly remembered the soft words that she heard when she eavesdropped on the conversation between Yan Jing and Wei Quan behind the screen that day.
Wei Quan's search speed has always been very fast, but he was very slow in investigating the rumor about Yan Jing this time, so that various rumors continued to spread among the people, thinking that this meant that Yan Jing had confirmed his tacit consent, and Yan Jing's notoriety became increasingly worse.
It is also because of this that when the wind direction changed, the people felt extremely guilty.
There were even some people who had previously been unaware of the truth, and because they had cursed Yan Jing for no reason, they spontaneously doubled their efforts to promote Yan Jing's achievements and virtues.
It has brought the reputation of the unparalleled gentleman to a higher level.
Could it be that all this was part of Yan Jing's plan? When he told Wei Quan that day, was he asking him to investigate the case more slowly?
It shouldn't be like this...right? Otherwise, how many steps would he have to think before taking a single action?
"Miss!"
Chuntao's bright laughter came from far away, suppressing Wen Ying's surging thoughts.
Wen Ying raised her eyes and looked at her. She pulled the trigger and the spear instantly shrank into a short stick. She smiled and said, "What's wrong? Have you thought it through?"
After learning that this gun was a gift that belonged to her, Wen Ying wanted to give it a name and is now brainstorming.
"I've thought of it. Let's call it [Protecting the Flower]!" Chun Tao walked to Wen Ying and stood still, clasping her hands together and looking up expectantly. "The spear that Master Yan gave me will help you, and you can fight together on the battlefield. Isn't this a way for Master to fight side by side with you and protect you?"
"The spear is Lord Yan, and protecting flowers is also protecting people. How romantic!"
Hearing this name, Wen Ying couldn't help laughing. Chuntao was indeed a "well-read" woman, and in this regard, she was also tied together with Yan Jing.
"You little girl, your mind is full of love affairs, how can you know the pride of a general? Miss Li... Miss Wen is not a delicate flower, she doesn't need protection." Geng You waved his hand, rejected Chun Tao's plan, and confidently recommended, "I understand you, Miss Wen, just call it [Iron Dragon]! Domineering and handsome!"
This name is indeed impressive, and Wen Ying is also somewhat tempted: "Then..."
"'Dragon' is too arrogant and too common. People like to add 'dragon' to all sharp weapons to increase their value." Huang Ben didn't even raise his head, but lowered his eyes to look at the book, as if he had no interest in joining in this topic. In fact, he hadn't turned the pages of the book since then.
Geng You looked at Huang Ben after hearing this, and threw himself on his back, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "You're just talking nonsense. So what do you think we should call each other?"
"Tsk, can you be more steady?" Huang Ben staggered a few steps after being attacked. He turned around and cursed him, but got an annoyed smirk. He closed his eyes, ignored Geng You, tilted his head to look at Wen Ying, and analyzed calmly, "I suggest starting from the characteristics of the weapon and taking the meaning of hiding the tip of the gun in the gun body. How about calling it [Hidden Scale]?"
"Hiss, this is not bad." Wen Ying began to waver again, holding the short stick between two fingers and shaking it as she pondered.
Seeing the decision maker hesitate, the proposer begins to argue in an effort to gain favor.
"What's the point of 'hiding'? A general should be flamboyant and high-spirited! Just call me [Iron Dragon]!"
"Your decisions are too boyish. Since you are a female general, you should have feminine qualities. Isn't [Protecting Flowers] just right?"
"Your proposal is applicable to any weapon. It is not unique at all."
"What did you say?!"
The three of them were talking to each other, refusing to give in, and it seemed as if sparks were flying when they looked at each other.
Wen Ying wanted to smooth things over, so she stretched out her hand and said, "Actually..."
Unexpectedly, the three of them spoke up at the same time, stopping her from trying to stop the fight: "Miss, please stop talking! I have to have a fight with them!"
Wen Ying:……?
She held her chin helplessly and watched their farce. She let out a long sigh and suddenly felt a fragrance approaching. She turned her eyes and saw the expected figure approaching.
The snow-white robe is embellished with green bamboo embroidery, just like the elegance of the person.
Putting a plate of orange persimmons in front of the young lady, Yan Jing leaned over and sat beside Wen Ying, and placed her hand in his palm to warm it, with a gentle look: "Miss Wen, what are you doing?"
"Name the gun." Wen Ying let him rub her right hand, picked up a bit of persimmon with her left hand, chewed it slowly, and concluded with some slurred words, "Huang Po sells melons, each sticks to his own opinion, and neither gives in. That's it."
"I see." Yan Jing placed the teacup beside Wen Ying so that she could reach it at any time. "You got up late today and missed lunch. Do you need to ask Uncle Zhao to make you some snacks to fill your stomach?"
"No need, we can have dinner later." Wen Ying took a sip of hot tea, feeling extremely comfortable and leaning into Yan Jing's arms, letting the latter open his left arm and embrace her under his cloak.
His fingertips sank into the fluff of her short shirt and his chin lightly rubbed the top of her head. Yan Jing smelled the unique scent of a girl. His mind was moved for a moment, but he dispelled it.
She just came close to me, I shouldn't have any improper thoughts about her, it's very rude.
Wen Ying didn't notice Yan Jing's thoughts, but suddenly remembered something and looked up at the man's face: "Master Yan, you are well-known for your talent, please help me choose a name."
Yan Jing raised a strand of the girl's hair with his fingertips, chuckled, and said in the same tone as hers, "Aren't you afraid that I will also [Han Po selling melons, each sticking to their own opinion, and not giving in an inch]?"
Hearing the teasing in the man's tone, Wen Ying's face turned red, and she angrily pretended to pull her hair out of Yan Jing's clutches: "If you don't help, don't play."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Yan Jing was amused by her "little tantrum" and couldn't help but kiss her forehead. After seeing a blush on her cheeks, he pretended to think, "This gun is given to you, young lady, and it belongs to you. There is no need to think about what others say, just follow your heart."
"What's the difference between saying it and not saying it?" Wen Ying raised her hand dissatisfiedly and gently pulled the tassel of his earring, but she used very little force for fear of hurting him.
Yan Jing tilted his head slightly as she pushed him, and defended himself with a smile: "Miss, what I mean is that other people cannot know the things that are meaningful to you. Why don't you start from this perspective and think of some names that belong to you."
A name that belongs to me alone...?
Wen Ying let go of the tassel, looked down at her spear and began to ponder.
What is it to yourself?
My father once said that for a military general, a gun will never betray his comrades; for a commander, a unique weapon is a symbol of his identity and a spiritual pillar for his subordinates.
[As long as the spear does not fall, the commander is not dead, and the army is not defeated. ]
Wen Ying caught a glimpse of the red prayer gauze tied on the treetops at the end of the year, and suddenly realized something. She took the short stick, left Yan Jing's arms, stood up and walked into the courtyard.
He threw it upwards with his right hand. The weapon instantly changed shape at the apex in mid-air. The friction between metal and iron made a clanging sound, attracting everyone's attention.
Wen Ying caught the falling spear steadily, picked off the red gauze knot, and when the spear head was tilted up and let it fall naturally to the front end, she suddenly reached out and grabbed the tail of the red gauze and tied it firmly to the spear body.
She waved it in a circle and watched the red gauze float in the air following her movements, eventually forming a red vortex.
Bright red was imprinted in her vision. Wen Ying stared at it calmly for a moment, then instantly lunged forward. The red gauze suddenly straightened like a sword, with only the tail pressing down and flowing.
She seemed to be amused, and curled her lips slightly, then twisted her waist and stabbed back and swept horizontally. The tip of the black iron spear was like a star, dragging a winding blood-red tail, tearing the cold air into a hot pulse.
[Praying to the stars is praying to your blood relatives. 】
Wen Ying spun around and leaped, the red silk wrapped around the blade light fluttering and turning into a bright, fiery blood-red meteor in front of the azure blue sky.
After landing and putting down her gun, she slowly stood up, standing against the light, looking back at Yan Jing with a smile on her face: "I want to call it, [Red Star]."
As soon as the words fell, the whole audience fell silent, as if they were still immersed in the gun dance just now.
After a long time, Yan Jing was the first to applaud and responded with a smile: "The red light is hidden in the gun body, like a meteor and fire from the sky. [Red Star] not only reflects the characteristics of the gun, but also has novelty and connotation. What a good name."
Hearing Yan Jing's praise, Wen Ying couldn't help but feel proud. She raised her chin, and it seemed as if there was a tail sticking up behind her.
And the three people on the side——
"Am I the only one who thinks it's unfashionable?" Geng You expressed his opinion in a low voice.
"It's indeed not outstanding." Huang Ben responded in a low voice.
"You are worthy of being called Lord Yan to be able to praise him like this. It's amazing." Chun Tao sighed.
Veins popped up on his forehead. Wen Ying turned his head sinisterly, a fierce look flashing in his eyes: "I heard it!"
As he said this, he ran towards the three people with his gun in hand, scaring them so much that they ran away in all directions.
“Ahhhhh, I was wrong, miss! Miss, please spare me! Lord Yan, please help me, ahhh!”
"Miss, don't grab my account book! Wait, that's the information I finished in a hurry! Miss!"
"...I was clearly praising Lord Yan! Why do I want it too! Miss, I am different from them. I am your loyal servant!!!"
Yan Jing was not in a hurry to step forward to stop the fight, but just watched the quarrel with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, he felt someone approaching, and he slowly stopped smiling. He glanced at the guards who hurried over, and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
The guard knelt down respectfully before him and said in a deep voice: "Sir Yan, there is news from the palace——"
"The Qi Po raided the border. Please come to the palace to discuss the matter immediately."
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