Chapter 934 The Domineering Xiao Ji (First Update)
Lanting Courtyard prepared a separate practice room and backyard for Xiao Jingkong, where he could fully unleash his skills.
After putting him down, Xiao Heng went to his study to do his own thing.
Shangguan Qing was carried into the study by two servants. His face was thin and he looked disheveled and miserable.
Xiao Heng was tidying his desk when he was startled by the man's appearance: "What happened to you? Did someone beat you up?"
Shangguan Qing gestured to the servant to help him to a chair opposite the desk.
The servant helped him to the southeast corner, but he shook his head and gestured with his eyes: "I want a seat over there."
That seat faced her younger brother directly, revealing her miserable state from every angle.
It must be said that all three of them, father and sons, have an exceptional talent and aptitude for "showcasing themselves."
After he sat down with difficulty and pain, he said to the servants, "Alright, you may all leave."
The two servants left without saying a word.
Xiao Heng flipped through the books in his hand, picked out the ones that needed to be dried, glanced at him, and said, "You're my father's own son, surely no one in Zhao should dare to beat you up, right? Let me guess, you want a musket again?"
Shangguan Qing gasped. Just who was this brat? He saw right through him at a glance!
He opened his mouth.
Xiao Heng didn't give him a chance: "Don't deny it, I saw through you."
Shangguan Qingjun's face darkened.
Shedding her pretense in an instant, she casually propped her feet up on the table, crossed her arms behind her head, leaned back in her chair, and said nonchalantly, "Tell me, where exactly did I give myself away?"
Xiao Heng said with amusement, "You didn't give yourself away; I was just bluffing."
Shangguan Qing's body trembled. That girl tricked me, fine, but you tricked me too! You two are truly a match made in heaven!
"I don't care." He turned his face away and said angrily, "I almost died from taking care of you little monks! You have to make me at least ten new muskets!"
"Two," Xiao Heng bargained.
Shangguan Qing quickly pulled his feet back from the table, sat up straight, and glared at Xiao Heng, saying, "Isn't the usual bargaining method to cut prices in half?"
Xiao Heng thought for a moment: "Then... one?"
Two and a half make one.
Shangguan Qing narrowed his eyes dangerously: "I'll go tell the princess that you bullied me."
Xiao Heng said nonchalantly, "You've already been cured of the poison, yet you're still being bullied by a weak scholar like me. It seems you haven't been practicing your horse stance enough, brother."
Shangguan Qing's lips twitched: "Three, no less."
Xiao Heng: "Deal."
Shangguan Qing: "Are you not going to struggle anymore this time?"
I should have said four!
The series of stories about Shangguan Qing being unable to outmaneuver his younger brother has ended, and he has returned to his own courtyard.
After Xiao Jingkong finished practicing his skills, reading his books, and doing his homework, it was almost noon when Gu Jiao finally came out of her room.
He jumped off the swing set with a whoosh and ran towards Gu Jiao with all his might.
"Jiaojiao!"
He opened his little arms, ready to rush into Gu Jiao's arms as usual.
However, he stopped in time after falling halfway down.
He focused his energy in his dantian, steadied his lower body, and planted his small feet firmly on the ground. His small body swayed slightly, trying his best not to fall to the ground.
He looked up, staring at Gu Jiao in disbelief, his little finger pointing at her face: "Jiao... Jiao Jiao?"
Gu Jiao smiled and stepped forward, raising her hand to nudge his little head: "Wow, where have you been? You've gotten so tanned again."
On her wedding day, she was a boiled egg; now she's practically a shiny little marinated egg.
"ah!"
He quickly covered his head, saying with a wronged and resentful tone, "It's all Brother Qing's fault! He made me sunbathe on the boat for three days! I've been dried out like a little fish!"
Gu Jiao laughed so hard she bent over when she thought of that scene.
She smiled happily, and Xiao Jingkong was captivated by her smile, feeling especially happy as well.
"But Jiaojiao," he looked curiously at her left cheek, "why are the flowers gone from your face?"
flower?
Gu Jiao was stunned for a moment.
Suddenly I realized something: Xiao Jingkong hadn't used the reduplicated word.
He has grown up and is no longer the three-year-old little monk who just came down from the mountain.
An indescribable feeling welled up in Gu Jiao's heart.
Is it a relief?
Still feeling melancholy?
There seemed to be a hint of reluctance.
She wanted to mold him back into that little dumpling who followed her around all day, calling her "Jiaojiao" in a sweet, childish voice.
If he opens his eyes and can't see her, he will cry his heart out, he will ask her to plant kisses on his little face, and he will water the kisses every day and wait for them to sprout.
He would always sit on the doorstep waiting for her to come home.
"Jiaojiao, what's wrong?" Xiao Jingkong asked Gu Jiao when she suddenly looked at him without saying anything.
His small eyes couldn't hide his concern and worry.
No matter how much she grows up, she is still her pure and clear self.
Gu Jiao stroked his little head and said softly, "Because I've grown up too, that flower is gone."
Six-year-old Jingkong thought carefully for a moment, combining all his written knowledge with his agricultural knowledge, and said, "Like a crabapple blossom? After the flower is gone, will it bear small fruits?"
The pea seedlings he planted in the countryside will eventually grow into flowers and bear fruit.
Gu Jiao thought for a moment and said, "I don't know yet."
"Oh." He thought of the pea seedlings in the countryside again. Not sure if every one of them had flowered and fruited, he decided to plant a few more to observe.
Xiao Jingkong looked at Gu Jiao, his big eyes filled with the innocence and purity of a child: "Jiaojiao, don't be sad! You're still beautiful even without Xiaohua! The most beautiful!"
Children have their own unique aesthetic sense. In Xiao Jingkong's eyes, regardless of whether Gu Jiao has a birthmark or not, she is the most beautiful girl in the world!
...
On the other side, Marquis Xuanping personally took action and captured Young Master Mingyue and his guards near Biyue Alley.
He took the two men back to a place in the Xuanping Marquis's residence specifically for interrogating disobedient people.
A man like him, with blood on his hands, is not a gentleman in the dark.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.
The guard lifted the curtain, and Marquis Xuanping took a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains from his hands, saying indifferently, "With Chang Jing not here, I have to handle such trivial matters myself."
The guards didn't dare to utter a sound.
Young Master Mingyue is not easy to deal with; ordinary bodyguards cannot do anything to him.
Marquis Xuanping casually tossed aside the handkerchief that had been used to wipe away the bloodstains and stepped off the carriage with an icy expression.
Young Master Mingyue and his guards were tied up in a dark, secluded room and hung on a wooden frame.
The guard was too weak and had already fainted.
Young Master Mingyue is still conscious. He has not been tortured yet, and the wounds on his body were inflicted during his fight with Marquis Xuanping.
His arms were outstretched, bound by iron chains and unable to move. Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the cold floor from his grime-covered chin.
He stared coldly at Marquis Xuanping, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Marquis Xuanping walked onto the execution platform without fear, like a king of the night. The murderous aura of Young Master Mingyue was instantly suppressed by his aura, as if a mud ox had entered the sea.
Young Master Mingyue's eyes trembled violently.
This man is dangerous!
Marquis Xuanping said arrogantly, "I don't like nonsense, nor am I used to beating around the bush. Tell me honestly who you are, who Shitian is, and what your relationship is with Jianlu. Also..."
As he spoke, he winked at the guard beside him.
The guard understood and stepped forward, tearing open Young Master Mingyue's robe to reveal his strong and muscular chest.
Above his heart, there was a dark red and blackish area.
Marquis Xuanping narrowed his eyes slightly: "So you've been poisoned by Gu. No wonder your power has been eroded and you can't use it."
Young Master Mingyue gritted his teeth and turned his face away: "I won't tell."
Marquis Xuanping smiled faintly: "You don't need to say anything, I've already guessed it."
Young Master Mingyue turned to look at him abruptly, frowning, and asked, "What did you guess?"
Marquis Xuanping chuckled and said, "You escaped from the Sword Pavilion without permission, and you also secretly brought that sword out, but without it, you can't go back."
Young Master Mingyue's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared at him in disbelief.
Marquis Xuanping paced a few steps in front of him and said thoughtfully, "It seems that the sword is the key to getting to the Sword Pavilion. There must be some passage or mechanism that can only be opened with it. No wonder you were so generous in drawing the map. You were certain that we couldn't get to the island, and even if we did, we would all die in those mechanisms."
Young Master Mingyue could hardly believe it was true.
Marquis Xuanping of Zhao State, he has been in Zhao State for so long, how could he not have heard of such a person?
But isn't this guy just a brute with big limbs and a simple mind?
Why is he completely different from the rumors?
Marquis Xuanping turned around, leisurely walked down the steps, waved his hand, and said casually, "Kill him."
"Yes!" The guard bowed and drew his long sword from his waist.
Young Master Mingyue's heart skipped a beat.
Isn't he trying to interrogate himself?
This is nothing.
He didn't say anything about killing the heavens, nor about his own origins. Did he not want to know anything at all?
"Aren't you being too hasty?"
Marquis Xuanping turned around and smiled arrogantly: "With the map and the key, you are no longer of any value. If I want to know something, I can find out by going to the island."
The guard swung his sword down towards his head!
Young Master Mingyue blurted out almost instinctively, "I am the young master of the Sword Pavilion! The sect leader is my father!"
Marquis Xuanping swung his long arm and fired a hidden weapon, which deflected the guard's longsword.
Young Master Mingyue had never felt death so clearly before.
He was covered in cold sweat, which mixed with the blood and clung stickily to his clothes.
This man is terrifying.
Was he really planning to kill him, or was he certain that he would confess?
The fatal thing is that when people are facing death, they don't have time to lie, and what they confess is the truth!
hateful!
Marquis Xuanping looked at him with a half-smile: "Then, Young Master of Jianlu, it's a pleasure to cooperate?"
(End of this chapter)
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