Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

Today the doctor checked her and confirmed that she was fine. In order to ensure the quality and efficiency of subsequent training, she listened to the doctor's advice and rested well. After all, she would return to Huanxiang Pavilion tonight.

"It looks much better."

Xiao Yanqing raised his head and glanced at her, and saw her walking into the study with a rosy face and refreshed spirit.

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness, for letting me rest." She smiled, just like usual.

Xiao Yanqing didn't want to care about it, but when she reached out to pick up the book, the bruises on her arm were clearly visible. After noticing it, she acted as if nothing had happened and didn't try to cover it up. She just put down the book and straightened her lifted sleeves.

Her normal behavior seemed strangely annoying to Xiao Yanqing. Just as she was about to return to her seat, he suddenly called her name.

"Jiang Qingyu."

She turned to look at him, and it was obvious that she had something to say by calling him like that.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" She tilted her head slightly, puzzled.

"Come here." His tone was not harsh, but it was an order that could not be refused.

After hesitating, she walked up to him obediently and met his deep eyes.

Suddenly, he pulled her arm, and although he had reduced his strength, the pain still came through.

"Hiss." She cried out in pain and frowned slightly.

"How did you do that?" he demanded.

She blinked, pursed her lips and smiled, "Well... practicing martial arts and dancing, getting injured should be very normal..."

As he spoke, she clearly noticed that his grip tightened, which was a warning for her to tell the truth.

"It must have been an accident while practicing dancing." She felt that this reason was very reasonable and Xiao Yanqing should be able to accept it.

But for Xiao Yanqing, who had been marching and fighting since he was a child, how could he not know the origin of the scars.

"One side was accidental, what about the other side?" He pointed to the symmetrical bruises on her arm.

Facing his pressing gaze, she was not sure why Xiao Yanqing cared? It seemed that he cared more than ever before.

The smile on her lips gradually faded, and her eyes became more serious, "Why does Your Highness care?"

His calm attitude seemed as if he had anticipated her question. He tightened his grip on her arm but did not let go.

"Since I have reached a cooperation with you, I must be responsible for you. If you die, it will not be of much benefit to me."

There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, "Can I understand that Your Highness cares about me?"

I don't know why. Even though I had anticipated the questions she might ask, I still felt confused when I heard them with my own ears.

He let go of her arm and turned back, no longer looking at her, "It's up to you how you interpret it."

She rubbed her arms, not understanding what was wrong with him, but he had always been like this, hiding his thoughts just like her.

"Find a doctor and apply medicine yourself." He reminded casually.

Her slightly sunken eyes regained their original clarity and clarity, and she agreed obediently, "Yes, Your Highness."

In the evening, Qing Yu said goodbye to him and left.

He was outside the house, staring at the receding carriage, his gaze fixed on it for a long time without moving away.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Qian Yun asked with concern.

He pursed his lips, and the breath between his nose became slightly heavier, "Qianyun, do you think she is dangerous?"

After thinking about it, Qianyun gave the answer, "I think so."

"Why?"

"Your Highness, I have seen all kinds of people. According to my experience, the more difficult it is to see through a person, the more dangerous he is."

"But Miss Qingyu is different from the people I have met. I can clearly see that she is just an immature child, but her behavior is unpredictable..."

"She wasn't afraid when she should be afraid, and she was laughing when she should be crying. It's very strange..."

There is no doubt that Qianyun hit the point.

"She gives people an illusion, and one can see through her illusion. But in fact, she wraps herself tightly."

Obedient and submissive, but actually unruly.

"I think so. If Miss Qingyu can really be used by His Highness, I think she will be an extremely powerful chess piece."

"That's true." If I could control her...

This is all dangerous...

He didn't dare to take risks, but now he had to admit that he was becoming more and more concerned about her existence...

Just like the text, I can’t help it…

……

Qing Yu returned to his busy life again, accompanied by music, singing and dancing, and blended into the laughter and joy of Huanxiang Pavilion.

Today's training was slightly different. Hua Niang handed her a round fan with a milky white silk fan surface decorated with simple red flowers.

"Miss Qingyu, since the time is too short, it is unlikely for you to become a mature dancer, so you need some things to modify yourself." Hua Niang explained to her.

Just now, Hua Niang had taught her the basic functions of the round fan in the hands of a dancer, as well as the basic movements to coordinate with the round fan.

"Let's try it."

Qing Yu nodded.

With silent recitation in mind, the fan handle fell and wrapped around the fingertips, placed on the left arm, slid down and moved until the fan blade covered the face, revealing half of it, and finally coordinated with the body movements.

"Yes, continue..."

"oops!"

Before Hua Niang could finish her words of praise, Qing Yu stepped on the hem of her skirt and fell to the ground.

Seeing her losing composure, Hua Niang covered her face with the round fan in her hand and shook her head helplessly.

Qing Yu stood up, patted her dress, and pouted, "It seems to be quite a nuisance."

Hua Niang stood up and said, "Miss Qingyu, you can't regard it as an obstacle to you. You have to regard it as a weapon to survive."

"arms?"

"Yes, the weapons of the soldiers are swords, then the weapons of the dancers are things that are within their reach."

Hua Niang's words made her feel interesting.

Qing Yu lowered her head and looked at herself, her long skirt, her sleeves, the shawl draped over her arm as a decorative embellishment, and the round fan in her hand.

"But I don't understand how to use them? How can I prevent them from becoming a hindrance to me?" she asked.

"Hehe." Hua Niang smiled softly, perhaps Qing Yu's question made her find it interesting.

Hua Niang stretched out her fingers, her soft and slender fingers were as light as flower petals, but in the next moment, she moved her sleeves like a weapon to hit her face.

Then Hua Niang jumped up and spun around, her precise and powerful turns moving the hem of her skirt and the shawl, the two working together to flow around her body like flowing water.

As if to add emotional blessing to her dance, which was beautiful yet retaining its own strength, Hua Niang stretched out her legs again to drive the hem of her skirt, leaned sideways, covered her face with the round fan, and finally stood up and turned around, revealing the face behind the fan.

At this moment, it seemed that everything moved by her limbs was integrated with her as if it had life, soft, yet full of power.

"Do you understand, Miss Qingyu?"

Her heart seemed to beat in unison with Hua Niang's. Could this be the charm of dancing, controlling her heartbeat and her mood?

She was startled, taking control...

"I understand."

"Then let's get started."

She began to practice again and again, adapting, until every item on her body became hers, belonging to her life.