Chapter 95 How painful it is

An Yunqing looked a little silent.

He supported Mo Qiao with one hand and clenched his other hand into a fist.

Mo Qiao suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Ling Fengxun.

When the two of them were competing before, Du Linglan asked the servants in the mansion to bring tables and chairs to the Regent King, and also placed fruits and tea.

At this time, Ling Fengxun was sitting on a large and comfortable chair, with one hand leisurely placed on the armrest and the other hand holding tea, but he had no intention of drinking. He

was just shaking the teacup carelessly, watching the tea leaves below rise and fall.

When he found someone looking at him, he glanced at him as if giving alms, and Mo Qiao immediately stood up and knelt on the ground.

"Please give me another chance, my lord!"

Ling Fengxun raised his eyebrows slightly.

There were unfathomable emotions hidden in those phoenix eyes, making it impossible to see through and guess what he was thinking at this moment.

An Yunxi was not in a hurry, but looked over with a faint smile, and then looked at Ling Fengxun.

Ling Fengxun then put down the teacup and opened his thin lips.

"You shouldn't have asked me for a chance."

Mo Qiao seemed to understand what Ling Fengxun meant.

She had a bit of entanglement on her face, biting her lower lip tightly, as if she wanted to bite her lips to bleed.

Mo Qiao turned around and knelt in the direction of An Yunxi.

"Miss An, please have mercy."

An Yunxi said, "Miss Mo, you don't have to bow to me. It seems like I've bullied you."

Mo Qiao shook his head and said, "I'm not as skilled as you. Miss, please give me another chance for the sake of my hard work and difficulties."

Her tone was filled with pleading.

Her back, which had been straight, was slightly bent this time.

It was as if she was suppressed by reality, and as a woman, she had to bow her head.

An Yunxi said, "No one is not hardworking, or do you think that my ability is because I am born with it?"

Mo Qiao's back stiffened, she lowered her head, pursed her lips and said, "I said the wrong thing, but I have lived a miserable life since I was a child, and my family often didn't have enough to eat, so I started learning martial arts later than others."

An Yunxi understood.

Mo Qiao was saying that she had a good living condition, had enough to eat since she was a child, and had a general father, so she was better than her.

If she was in the same environment as her, she would definitely not be as good as her.

These words made An Yunxi chuckle.

Then she turned her head to look at her brother.

Her brother had a good reputation, and many women in the capital liked him. She thought that her elder brother didn't need to bother with such a woman.

Although Mo Qiao is somewhat different from the crowd, in her eyes, he is not unique.

If her brother really wants to marry, she can introduce him to a few good ones.

She has grown up and has a few good relationships and good character in the circle of noble ladies.

"Brother, you haven't answered my question yet. It depends on you whether to give her a chance or not."

An Yunqing raised his eyes, with a little complexity and reluctance in his eyes.

He has been with Mo Qiao in the army for several years. As his deputy general, Mo Qiao is clean and self-disciplined. He has never done anything beyond the rules. Although the relationship between the two is getting warmer and the tacit understanding is getting better and better, it is also based on emotion and etiquette.

He also made a great determination to bring Mo Qiao home and let his mother meet her on the way.

Unfortunately, he never expected that the Regent King would also be at home, and his second brother, who was so mean, accidentally exposed the matter.

However, An Yunqing is still the eldest brother of the An family, and he will never choose to escape when encountering problems.

After thinking for a moment, he said: "Little sister, I want to give her a chance. If she doesn't catch the prince's eye, I will order her to leave the barracks!"

An Yunxi raised the corners of her lips.

"Brother, it's a deal."

The eldest brother always keeps his word. With his guarantee, An Yunxi can rest assured.

"Mo Qiao, big brother is willing to give you a chance. Since you said you can deploy troops, then show me your skills. If you can pass my test, I will keep you."

Mo Qiao's expression was a little nervous.

She still knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, Miss, but I have another request. Can you let the prince take a look at my strategy?"

An Yunxi smiled lightly.

Then nodded.

"Okay."

She spoke lightly and her expression was natural. Ling Fengxun obviously heard this. Seeing that she agreed on his behalf, he did not say anything against it.

Mo Qiao got up from the ground and wiped the blood on her hands.

Du Linglan asked someone to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for her, and set up the table. What

she was going to show was the method of marching and deploying troops that she had studied for a long time, and she was going to write down all the pros and cons, similar to the art of war.

Every general would have his own opinions on this aspect.

This was also the experience and wealth they had accumulated over many years in the barracks, during marches and battles.

An Yunqing and An Yunshen walked behind Mo Qiao, watching him holding a pen and writing and drawing on a blank piece of paper.

The formation diagram, the essentials of the Xing army, how to attack and defend, all had to be written down in detail.

Her eyebrows were serious and her expression was solemn. When she was drawing, her eyes were full of confidence.

For her, this was the only opportunity to show her value.

She has the talent to lead troops and generals that surpasses men, and she must not die here because of this time.

There have been female generals in the history of Beiling Kingdom, and she, Mo Qiao, must be one of them!

An Yunxi did not intervene, nor did she deliberately disturb the other party.

Instead, she walked to the side of Ling Fengxun.

When Ling Fengxun saw her coming, he stood up and pressed An Yunxi on the chair he had just sat on.

An Yunxi was stunned, and felt the temperature of Ling Fengxun's body on the chair. She raised her head with a blush.

"Prince, what are you doing?"

Ling Fengxun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You must be tired."

An Yunxi shook her head: "Why should I be tired? I was not the one who was beaten."

Du Linglan took out a handkerchief from the side, walked over with some heartache, held her daughter's hand, and then checked back and forth to see if there was any redness or swelling.

"You kid, why are you competing with others for no reason? It must hurt when a fist hits you."

An Yunxi said, "Mom, don't worry about me. I dodged it."

"What if I didn't dodge it? What if I got hit?"

Du Linglan was furious and didn't give An Yunxi any chance to explain.

She took out a handkerchief and wiped An Yunxi's cheeks, tidied her hair, and completely forgot that the Regent was still beside her.

When she reacted, she was still a little embarrassed.

"Prince, look at how nervous I am..."

The Regent was very considerate.

"Madam Du, it's okay."

Du Linglan felt that the prince was really a gentle and considerate man.

Her daughter Yunxi would be lucky to marry him in the future.