old clock's dream

nine,

The early morning of Nanping County Prince's Mansion kicked off with the scream of the county prince.

Zhao Yujin finally knew why his right eye had been twitching non-stop since last night, probably because there was an evil star waiting for him here.

Ye Zhao was trying out a newly forged sword when Hu Qing was tied up in a quilt and carried to the martial arts training ground. She didn't tie her hair up today, but only braided it high, and the sword would swing up and down from time to time.

"The sword is not bad, but it feels too light"

Ye Zhao threw the sword to Hu Qing, and Hu Qing threw Zhao Yujin on the ground on his shoulder, and then raised the sword, cutting the rope that bound Zhao Yujin.

"Master General, what kind of background do you have, and what kind of background is this county prince, don't you know?"

"Come on, come on, come on"

Ye Zhao sat down on the stool beside him, and gave way to the venue. Hu Qing annoyed Zhao Yujin this early in the morning. Seeing him lingering in getting up, he slapped his ass with the back of his sword.

"Hurry up!"

Zhao Yujin groaned and jumped away clutching his butt, tears came out of his tears, and with trembling hands, he pointed to Hu Qing, and then pointed to Ye Zhao who was drinking tea, his lips were trembling.

"You! You! . . . "

"Ye Zhao! Do you want to murder your husband? I want to enter the palace! I want to find the queen mother!"

"What a coincidence"

Ye Zhao put down his cup and waved to Qiu Shui who was standing beside him. Qiu Shui walked up to Zhao Yujin with a smile, and shook the object in his hand in front of his eyes.

"The empress dowager agrees with me to murder my husband"

Zhao Yujin sat on the ground with a plop.

What Qiu Shui held in his hand was nothing but the imperial decree.

"Dear husband, I dare not forge the imperial decree"

Hu Qing held his sword and waited for Zhao Yujin to accept the reality, but he still had no intention of accepting it after repeating "impossible" for more than ten times. Holding the clothes, Xiao Xia Zina was in a dilemma.

"Changing clothes for your county prince"

The imperial decree is up, no matter how displeased Xiao Xiazi is with his own county prince, he dare not follow his wishes.

Hu Qing looked at Zhao Yujin, who was standing twitching like a little girl, and it became more and more unpleasant. The sword in his hand poked and poked on the ground, and he couldn't help but slapped Zhao Yujin again.

"Stand on horseback for an hour"

After hearing this, Ye Zhao almost spit out the tea in his mouth, Hu Qing slapped his sword in front of her, "You still think he can soar into the sky as soon as he flies? Get out!"

"You have the final say, you have the final say, then let Qiushui Qiuhua watch him stand, and let's go over there to practice."

Hu Qing's rear molars were grinding.

It seems to be pinching... um, my lord general.

Early in the morning, he first let a man's howl poison his ears, but now he doesn't even allow him to rest, and he just pulls him over to make gestures.

"Practice, practice, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

In the corner of the martial arts field, the two exchanged a hundred moves back and forth, and it ended with Ye Zhao snatching the sword from Hu Qing's hand.

Hu Qing was out of breath and threw himself on the stool. Without using a cup, he picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.

Ye Zhao held the sword upside down and slowly followed and sat down. She handed the sword to Qiuhua, looked at the empty cup, and then at the teapot in Hu Qing's hand.

"Fox, what are you telling me to drink?"

"I won't give you a drink"

Hu Qing answered simply, Ye Zhao snorted, and turned to look at Zhao Yujin who was trembling like a leaf falling in the wind.

"This man is really resilient, and his voice is not weak at all"

The prince of the county is still howling the four words of murdering his own husband, and the world can learn from his perseverance.

"Qiu Shui, go change the pot of tea"

"Eh"

Hu Qing really didn't leave any tea for Ye Zhao. Ye Zhao and Hu Qing felt thirsty after the fight. Qiu Shui, who was staring at Zhao Yujin over there, responded, and turned around to get a new tea.

Unexpectedly, just after taking a few steps, he ran into Liu Xiyin who was coming with a red warbler.

"Girl Xiyin"

"Sister Qiushui, where are you going?"

"The fox drank all the tea, the general is thirsty, he wants me to get new tea"

Liu Xiyin smiled sweetly, "It just so happens that I brought herbal tea."

"Are you really going to let him squat for an hour?"

Ye Zhao rested his chin, and tapped his fingers on the cold table. Hu Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and replied: "He's like that, come on, how long can he squat, and look, What if we squat for an hour?"

"Too"

"But general, a battle with Xixia is inevitable. Although you are resigning now, I guess you will still be in command at that time. Judging by your posture, are you going to bring Zhao Yujin to the battlefield next time?"

"The young eagle cannot spread its wings unless it jumps off the cliff"

"...To put it nicely, the person who will protect you will definitely not be you"

"Of course, I am the grand marshal of the world's soldiers and horses, and I don't care if the cubs can survive?"

With cubs?

Hu Qing twitched the corners of his mouth: "Maybe there will be a time when you take care of the cubs"

Ye Zhao was noncommittal, "Why hasn't Qiushui come back?"

She turned her head as she spoke.

"cousin?"

Liu Xiyin stood quietly behind her, facing the light, and smiled at Ye Zhao. Ye Zhao got up and walked over. She was covered in sweat and didn't get too close to the ground.

"When did you come?"

"Just arrived, sit back, Ah Zhao, aren't you thirsty? I brought you herbal tea"

Ye Zhao let Liu Xiyin pull her sleeve, and pushed her back on the stool. Hu Qing glanced at the teapot that Liu Xiyin took from Hongying, and said with a smile, "Miss Xiyin, can I have a share of this herbal tea?"

"Fuck off"

Ye Zhao kicked over, Hu Qing dodged to dodge.

"It's not for you, let's go"

Liu Xiyin smiled lowly, and didn't deny Ye Zhao's words. Hu Qing shrugged, and he just said casually, but he didn't expect to get anything from Liu Xiyin to Ye Zhao.

"Azhao, what are you doing?"

Ye Zhao took a small sip of the slightly sweet herbal tea "Drilling Nanping County King"

"General, how long do you think the county prince can shout?"

At this time, Hu Qing had a little change in his attitude toward this handsome prince, so he decided to yell and scold him, and bring him to the battlefield in the future.

Ye Zhao sneered, but remained silent.

Zhao Yujin's voice was a little hoarse, and her words were blurred, but this did not prevent Liu Xiyin from being able to clearly understand which four words he was shouting.

Murder... my husband...

dear husband...

Liu Xiyin looked at Zhao Yujin with frosty eyes.

Ye Zhao caught a glimpse of Liu Xiyin's right hand trembling from the corner of her eyes, she put down her herbal tea calmly, and raised her hand to cover the ring on Liu Xiyin's right hand.

Liu Xiyin was startled, and stared blankly at her.

"...." Ye Zhao held back for a moment, pointed to his forehead, "Wipe my sweat?"

Zhao Yujin can't let her cousin get hurt right now, otherwise it will take a long time to cultivate.

With a slightly red face, Liu Xiyin withdrew her hand from Ye Zhao's, took out a plain white handkerchief from her sleeve, and leaned over to wipe the sweat from Ye Zhao's forehead carefully.

Looking at the square handkerchief, Ye Zhao's eyes moved.

One side of the brocade sends his heart to know, horizontally and vertically....

"Azhao, what are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at her stupid"

"Zhao Yujin is quite a fool"

Ye Zhao's words were inexplicable, and Hu Qing thought she was talking about Zhao Yujin, so he echoed her.

Liu Xiyin paused for a moment with her sweat-wiping hands, and then relaxed a little when she continued.

Zhao Yujin couldn't squat for an hour in the end, Hu Qing threw him limp on the ground to lie on the table.

Ye Zhao got up and stretched, Qiuhua stepped forward and handed over the sword in her hand.

"Yes, Not Bad"

She weighed it and nodded with satisfaction. This sword is the same style as Ye Zhao's saber, only a few inches shorter, with a thinner blade and a sharper blade. It is more suitable for women.

Hu Qing leaned over and took a closer look. There was a word engraved on the grid of the sword.

"Xiyin, do you want to practice martial arts with me?"

Ye Zhao turned the hilt upside down, and handed the sword to Liu Xiyin again.

Hu Qing whistled in his heart.

Hong Ying, who was right next to Liu Xiyin, was very close, and she could clearly see the words on the sword grid when she lowered her head.

— pity.