Noticing her distraction, Yingyue stopped explaining and reminded her again, "Pay attention."
If Qingling listened carefully enough, she would definitely notice that his voice had become hoarse and deep.
"good."
Two black figures were constantly wielding their swords, and from a distance they looked more like inseparable lovers.
About fifteen minutes later, Qingling had fully entered the state of mind. At this moment, there was no space behind her, but Yingyue suddenly let go of her. "That's about enough. Now start practicing on your own again."
"good."
She held the Azure Frost Sword lightly, her figure elusive, her steps lighter, the sword's edge gleaming coldly in the moonlight, her delicate face appearing aloof and proud in the moonlight.
Qingling kept recalling what Yingyue had just taught her, constantly wielding the sword in her hand. Her dress fluttered in the wind, and gradually, she became faster and faster, even stirring up the fallen leaves on the ground.
Qingling seemed to have mastered the technique, her hand movements were as smooth as flowing water, and a smile appeared in her cool eyes.
Yingyue stood beneath a towering tree, long sword in hand. His black robes seemed to blend into the night. His gaze was fixed on a petite figure not far away. The leaves blocked the moonlight, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.
Just then, Yingyue's figure attacked Qingling like a ghost. Qingling was startled and quickly used the sword in her hand to defend herself.
"From now on, I'll attack and you'll defend."
A deep voice seemed to come from the darkness, and before Qingling could say a word, Yingyue's fierce moves attacked her relentlessly.
Light and agile, constantly parrying, dodging, and defending.
He chased, she fled, but she couldn't escape even if she had wings. (≧?≦)
Soon, her light and airy clothes were soaked with sweat, but she dared not be distracted in the slightest. If the opponent was an enemy, a moment of distraction could plunge her into endless danger.
Silver swords danced wildly, and fallen leaves swirled in the air. Suddenly, Qingling sensed a sharp sword aura and instinctively used her sword to defend herself. After staggering two steps, she felt a chill on her neck. If the opponent were an enemy, she would have already been beheaded, with blood splattering three meters away.
There has been progress, but not much; more practice is needed.
Light and agile: ······
You'd be better off not saying anything!
"Oh~ so now..."
“Now you attack, I’ll defend,” Yingyue interrupted her.
"Huh? You're doing it again?"
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Yingyue's deep voice came, the implication being, "Who told you to disobey and sneak out to practice your sword?"
She choked on her words and had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
As dawn broke, Qingling was exhausted and didn't want to say a word. That damned Yingyue really didn't give her any leeway. She had been fighting all night and hadn't even been able to touch the hem of his clothes.
I quickly took a shower after returning to my room, then collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
Yingyue appeared silently by her bedside, looking at her quietly with a hint of heartache in her eyes.
After a while.
Manually gathering a stream of spiritual energy, Yingyue thrust it towards her heart, letting out a muffled groan as her brows furrowed. Then, she used her spiritual energy to offer a drop of her heart's blood, which slowly dripped onto Qingling's forehead.
Then he left silently, as if he had never been there.
The Western Jin Dynasty.
In the palace, Murong Yun told the emperor about Murong Ning's marriage to the crown prince of Cangyue Kingdom. The emperor, lying on his dragon bed, sighed softly, "It is I who have wronged Ning'er. Yun'er, I have already prepared the imperial decree. On the day of Ning'er's marriage, you will inherit the throne of Western Jin. You are the crown prince of Western Jin, and also my elder brother. I only ask that you treat them well… My greatest worry is Zheng'er. He is simple-minded and doesn't need any title. You must treat him well…"
"Yes, Father, I understand."
Murong Yun knelt and bowed to the Emperor of Western Jin. Although Murong Yun was ambitious, he was still quite good to his younger sisters and brothers, provided that they posed no threat to him.
As for Murong Ning, it was indeed he who wronged her first, but when the matter was exposed, he had no choice but to abandon her. As a princess sent for a political marriage, Emperor Cangyue would not do anything to Ning'er in front of the world; at most, he would simply assign her to some court officials.
But he never expected that Crown Prince Cangyue would suddenly be willing to marry Ning'er, which truly surprised him.
But... what exactly happened? Why did Crown Prince Cangyue suddenly change his mind?
——
Soon it arrived that the Crown Prince and the Second Princess of Western Jin would be getting married.
Early in the morning, the road from the post station to the palace was packed with people. Even after Commander Chen, who was by the emperor's side, arrived with his soldiers, there were still many onlookers, and the teahouses along the way were packed with people.
The officers and soldiers began to lay red carpets on the ground, with soldiers on both sides to prevent any fools from causing damage.
The marriage of the Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Cangyue Kingdom is a great event, and since the Crown Prince is the future heir apparent, the people all want to witness His Highness's demeanor.
The once quiet East Palace was bustling with activity in preparation for today's arrival, and the entire palace became festive and lively.
Murong Ning dozed off while letting the maid help her get dressed.
In her drowsy state, she heard the maid combing her hair, saying auspicious words as she did so: "One comb to the end, no worries about wealth and honor; two combs... a lifetime of wealth and honor."
The woman before the bronze mirror reflected her charming face, her phoenix eyes, like flowing water, were adorned with red floral decorations, a blend of nobility and beauty.
The phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with peacock feathers that seem to have been exquisitely painted by the most skilled artist, each feather a vibrant color, and a double-layered wide-sleeved robe with gold thread, the edges adorned with auspicious mandarin duck and pomegranate patterns, and a bright red embroidered belt with flowing cloud patterns around the waist, perfectly outlining the slender waist of the wearer.
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