The almighty crazy concubine is tough on the audience, and the prince passes the knife behind him

More than 20 years passed before Cheng Qingqing ended her practice.

She is in retreat this time until she recovers all her skills from her previous life.

She removed the formation and stood up, feeling that the meridians throughout her body were extremely smooth and comfortable, and her whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of her and hugged her tightly.

"Qingqing, you are finally out of seclusion."

"Hey... don't hold me so tightly, do you want to strangle me?" Cheng Qingqing was speechless.

Hearing this, the strength in Li Beimo's arms relaxed, "I knew you would be released from seclusion in the next two days."

"You know? You won't stay in the space all day, right?" She asked in surprise.

"Yeah." Li Beimo nodded dully, "You are in retreat. I don't know where you are going in this Zhongyun City? I will go into the space to guard you all day long if you have nothing to do."

"I don't know where to go? Isn't there a second senior brother in the mansion? It's rare for you senior brothers to get together. If you get bored, you can go talk to him!" Cheng Qingqing said.

"How can two grown men have so much to say?" Li Beimo rubbed his cheek against her hair, "Qingqing, I just want to talk to you."

He rarely talks much. Even the two senior brothers who have a good relationship with him always talk about things when they meet. After the things are said, they each go about their own business.

"It's so clingy." Cheng Qingqing hugged his strong waist with both hands and rested her head in his arms, "Can you tell me what's going on outside?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that a lot of people wanted to visit you, but I turned them down." He said dully.

"Who is it?" Cheng Qingqing looked up in surprise and asked him.

"There are women from the Nangong family and the minister's family, as well as King Jin and King Xiaoyao." Li Beimo told her all the people who came to the house to hand over greeting cards during this period.

The two were talking when they suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"My lord, King Jin is here again. He has been sitting in the front hall for half an hour. He said he would not leave. He said he must see the princess today!" Ling Feng's voice came in.

"You go and wash up. I'll go out and take a look first." Li Beimo let go of her and disappeared from the spot.

*****

Front lobby.

King Jin Baili Changjin sat back on his chair, tapping his fingers on the table in boredom.

"I've met the prince!" Suddenly someone said hello outside the door.

King Jin turned around and saw Li Beimo's tall and slender figure walking in.

"Prince Jing'an, where has Xiao Qinger gone? It's been almost a month and you still haven't come back?"

Li Beimo raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, "Is the Nineteenth Uncle Wang too idle?"

"I know that Xiao Qing'er is very busy, but I will only take up a little bit of her time. I will ask her a small question and then leave." King Jin made a small gesture with his two fingers.

"Uncle Wang can't solve such a small problem?" Li Beimo sat down next to him.

"Hey! What's your attitude, kid? Do you still want to marry our little Qinger?"

King Jin glared at him, "I am Qing'er's uncle. Go and call Xiao Qing'er to see me. Otherwise, be careful that I let her marry a better man..."

"There is no better man than this king." Li Beimo interrupted quietly.

"Stop being so pretty, look at you..."

King Jin looked him up and down from beginning to end, but couldn't find anything wrong with him.

The young man of eighteen or nineteen years old is in his best years, with unusually handsome facial features that resemble a demon or an immortal; his body is tall and straight, like bamboo or pine and cypress, with broad shoulders and a broad chest, and his lines are smooth and powerful, but not rough.

"Uncle Nineteenth Prince, have you been so idle all day?" Cheng Qingqing slowly walked into the hall and said calmly, "I heard that since the Chinese New Year, you have been coming to my house almost every day?"

King Jin sat up straight and said, "Xiao Qing'er, little ancestor, you have appeared."

"Tell me! Why are you so anxious to find me?" Cheng Qingqing looked at him, as if she could guess why he came.

"You girl, you're celebrating the New Year, so forget it if you don't go to Prince Jin's Mansion to see me. You haven't seen anyone for almost a month. Aren't I worried about you?" Prince Jin said in an elder's tone.

"Is that so? Since Uncle Wang cares so much about my niece, in a few days we will send out troops to attack the Si family and his son. How about you lead the expedition with me?" Cheng Qingqing asked.

King Jin was stunned when he heard this and put away the smile on his face, "Qing'er, it turns out that you have been so busy recently, are you preparing to go on an expedition?"

Ever since our ancestors conquered the country and became the most powerful country in Chiyuan Continent, there have been very few wars at the border. Except for the occasional bandits, troops have to be dispatched to suppress the bandits, with a maximum of 1 people dispatched. Such things as "leading troops to fight" , thinking it wouldn’t happen to them.

"The Si family father and son took away my Baili clan, exterminated all my Baili clan members, imprisoned my father in the imperial dungeon for 17 years, and killed the imperial grandfather and imperial grandmother, so that our family of four can only be reunited now. The Si family father and son committed I will feel uneasy if they are not torn into pieces for each crime they committed!"

Cheng Qingqing's hatred for Si Wenchang had reached its extreme.

In this life, even if they die together, Si Wenchang and his son will be killed until their souls are gone, and they will never be reincarnated!

"Okay! Qing'er is worthy of being of my Baili family's blood, and his courage is not inferior to that of men. As a prince, I should contribute to the country. I am willing to lead the army with you to attack Si Wenchang and his son, and die. Ji." King Jin said in a sonorous voice.

"Since Uncle Wang has made the decision, please go back first! When I enter the palace, I will report this matter to my father." Cheng Qingqing stood up after saying this.

"Qing'er, please wait a moment!" King Jin remembered the purpose of his visit and quickly called her, "I have something else to ask you for!"

"Well, let's talk!" Cheng Qingqing sat down again.

"That's it..." King Jin's face suddenly became embarrassed, "Qing'er, your medical skills are so good, why don't you help me take my pulse!"

"Okay, where do you feel uncomfortable? Stretch out your hand and let me see it." Cheng Qingqing looked at his face and asked.

"Yes... Qing'er, this king..." King Jin suppressed his blush, stretched out his hand in front of her, and pulled up his sleeves, "You show me first."

Cheng Qingqing didn't ask any more questions, stretched out two delicate white fingers, placed them on his pulse, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

King Jin's face tightened, and he felt nervous, fearing that she would say something bad.

After a moment, Cheng Qingqing took back her hand and said, "Uncle Nineteenth Prince, there is nothing major wrong with your body."

"Is there really no problem?" Baili Changjin was a little disappointed, "Qingqing, why don't you take another look?"

"No need to look any further, you are in good health." Cheng Qingqing waved her hand and asked directly:

"Secretary Chang Tai once gave you sterilization medicine. You actually want to ask about fertility issues, right?"