Lin Cixiao was dressed in black clothes and black pants, with a solemn look and a serious expression. He stood in the mountains and forests, his posture upright, like a rock on the top of a mountain, weathered by wind and rain, and through the changing seasons, but still as tough as ever.
He held his sword in his hand, bowed, and said calmly, "Thank you."
Zhou Huanan also held the Chengying Sword and saluted with a fist, "Thank you."
The sharp blades were unsheathed, and both men stood with swords in their hands. Zhou Jing'an picked up a stone and threw it upwards. The stone flew over his head, spun in the air, and fell down again.
During this time, the few of them were breathing lightly and the atmosphere was cold and solemn, with only the sound of the mountain breeze occasionally blowing past their ears.
As soon as the stone fell to the ground, the two men moved together and started fighting in an instant.
Jiang Ling watched the two men fighting back and forth, neither of them giving in. Their moves were so fast that it was dizzying. She opened her eyes wide in amazement. This was her first time watching a martial arts competition live.
Zhou Jing'an sat next to her, at a distance.
Seeing her face full of excitement and surprise, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
Then he thought again, last time in the mountains, he killed all those bad guys, but he didn't see her show such surprise and admiration.
I couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
He began to think that one day he could compete with someone and let her see that he was also very good.
He was just thinking about it when he saw Jiang Ling slowly approaching him, and his body tensed up instantly.
Jiang Ling blinked and watched the competition for a while. Seeing that the two could not determine the winner for a while, he thought that it was more important to get down to business, so he called him.
"Master Zhou, Ling'er has something to ask of you."
Zhou Jing'an looked at her sideways, his eyes gentle, "Well, go ahead."
As long as he can do it.
Jiang Ling thought about the name of the painting He wanted the most, and said carefully: "I heard that Lord Zhou has a large collection of calligraphy and paintings. I wonder if Ling'er can ask for one."
"Does Ling'er like calligraphy and painting?"
Zhou Jing'an was a little surprised. He loved calligraphy and painting very much and had done a lot of research on them. If Jiang Ling also liked calligraphy and painting, then they would have a common hobby.
Looking at his bright eyes full of expectation, Jiang Ling was silent for a moment, but decided to be honest.
She shook her head. "Ling'er isn't very proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, or painting, nor do they particularly enjoy it."
She smiled faintly, "It's just that a friend heard that Mr. Zhou has many masterpieces by famous artists, and he was very envious. He came to me for help, so I took the liberty of asking for him if I could have one. The price is not a problem."
Although Zhou Jing'an felt a little disappointed, he was also happy to hear her say that.
Those who wanted to ask for paintings from him actually found Jiang Ling. Does that mean that in their eyes, he and Jiang Ling have a close relationship?
If Jiang Ling knew he would think this way, she would just want to say one thing: a man in love is indeed good at conquering and comforting himself.
"Which friend? Which painting do you want?"
Although he has a lot of collections, he may not have what she wants.
Jiang Ling replied ambiguously, "It's a friend I just met recently. He wants the painting 'Spring Snow'."
The condition proposed by He Zui was that they should take this "Spring Snow Picture" as a reward for curing the disease and detoxifying.
I don't know why a doctor like him would want to paint.
But they said that without the painting, no amount of money would work.
After much thought, Jiang Ling decided to hide the reason for asking for the painting from Zhou Jing'an. After all, if she said that she was going to treat Wanran, and the doctor wanted a painting before treating her, then she would have to ask, what disease must that doctor treat? There are so many doctors in the city, can't they all be cured?
After all this, Zhou Jing'an would inevitably notice something was wrong. If he found out that her "friend" was Wanran and was poisoned, he would inevitably become suspicious.
"'Spring Snow'?" Zhou Jing'an was slightly stunned.
This painting is a scene of snow falling in spring by a painter of the previous dynasty. The painter was not famous and had no political achievements. He was just a stall owner selling books and paintings. He wrote a few poems and painted a few pictures.
Only this painting "Spring Snow" is slightly famous.
Seeing Zhou Jing'an's silence, Jiang Ling hurriedly said, "If you don't have it, forget it. I'll just ask him to look for it somewhere else. You don't have to worry about it."
"It's not difficult."
Zhou Jing'an looked at her with a gentle smile, "I also got this painting by accident. If you want it, I will have someone send it to the Jingnan Palace after I return home."
Looking at his peaceful appearance, Jiang Ling was slightly stunned.
That's it? Nothing else?
No money? No questions asked?
Just give it to her so easily?
Jiang Ling saw the indulgence in Zhou Jing'an's eyes, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head.
"Master Zhou, don't you have any conditions? If you don't want anything, Ling'er shouldn't take away your favor."
Conditions?
No conditions.
As long as it was something he had, she could take it if she wanted.
Even if it was him...
Zhou Jing'an's face was hot, he pursed his lips and lowered his head, and the autumn mountain breeze could not blow away the heat on his face.
As long as she wanted, he could give her anything.
After Zhou Huanan and Lin Cixiao finished their duel and saluted each other, he turned around and saw the two of them sitting together at a distance, both with their heads lowered and looking to the side, looking shy and awkward.
The two looked at each other again, feeling helpless.
"I don't have any conditions. As long as Ling'er wants it, I will give it to her with both hands."
His voice was soft, yet full of tenderness and affection. It blended into the mountain breeze and blew gently into Jiang Ling's ears.
Her cheeks flushed, her eyelashes fluttered, and she pursed her lips.
How could he be so good at saying sweet words!
Jiang Ling was secretly going crazy and wished she could shut his mouth.
She caught a glimpse of Zhou Huanan coming over, and she quickly stood up to greet her and ask about the result of the competition between the two.
Zhou Huanan raised the corner of her mouth, beads of sweat still on her face, and her breathing hadn't yet stabilized, but she was full of energy. "Master Lin is an excellent martial artist. I am no match for him."
"Then why are you so happy?"
Like she won.
"It's very enjoyable to spar with masters, so naturally I'm happy." Zhou Huanan's small face was bright and flamboyant, very dazzling.
Zhou Jing'an watched the two talking from the side. Seeing a hint of powder on the tip of Jiang Ling's ear, he lowered his eyes and smiled softly.
Several people returned to the capital before dusk and said goodbye at the city gate.
Zhou Jing'an waited until the two girls finished greeting each other and saying goodbye before walking over.
Seeing him approach, Jiang Ling was the first to speak: "Thank you for the painting, Lord Zhou. However, if Lord Zhou doesn't want anything, Ling'er will feel bad."
"In that case, I will make a promise to Lord Zhou. If Lord Zhou needs Ling'er to do anything, please let me know at any time. I will do it without hesitation."
She has a pretty and bright face, a nice smile, and bright and clear eyes, which can easily attract people.
Zhou Jing'an's lips curved slightly, and he replied softly, "Okay, Zhou will remember."
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Early the next morning, before the morning mist had blown away, two carriages slowly left the city gate and headed towards Yunwu Peak.
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