[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

Clang!Clang!Clang!

Perhaps it was because of the halo of the protagonist in the book, Yan An's hearing is as good as a martial arts practitioner.

The sound of swords striking each other came to his ears continuously.

He opened his slightly closed eyes, turned the wheelchair and headed out the door.

From a distance, he saw two figures fighting together, one black and the other blue, and between the strikes of the long swords, there was a sharp sword aura and a piercing sound.

The black figure is Chi Xianhuai, and the blue one is Zijin. In the confrontation between the two, it can be seen that there is a gap in martial arts, and Chi Xianhuai's kung fu is slightly better.

But Zijin is also a master among the guards, both of them are fierce in their moves, and it will be impossible to tell the winner for a while.

Their figures changed so fast that only phantoms could be seen.

Yan An frowned, and yelled loudly as he turned the wheelchair and approached the covered bridge in the corridor: "Stop it all!"

The two who were fighting fiercely stopped after hearing the sound.

The two looked at each other coldly, and there was a dark current in the four eyes facing each other, wishing to kill each other with their eyes.

After a long time, they each inserted their long swords back into their scabbards.

Pushing the wheel, Yan An approached slowly, looked at the two and asked loudly, "Why did you guys fight just now?"

Caught off guard, the two knelt down at the same time, vying to admit their mistake: "This subordinate (slave) deserves to die, I beg your son to punish you."

Yan An looked at the two kneeling on the ground who were vying to admit their mistakes, and felt that although the two said they were admitting their mistakes, their demeanor showed that they were concealing him, and immediately felt displeased.

Yan An suppressed his anger, with the corners of his mouth half hooked, and said to them with a half-smile, "Oh~ what crime did you all commit?"

Seeing that Yan An's expression was wrong, Zi Jin hurriedly raised his head to explain: "Your Majesty, please punish this subordinate, it's all because this subordinate accidentally bumped Mr. Chi on his shoulder, which made Mr. Chi angry.

Please don't blame him, maybe he did it because he was young and vigorous! "

Yan An listened to his explanation, turned her head sideways, closed her eyes and raised her hand to him: "Get up first."

"Yes!" Zijin stood up and quickly ran behind Yan An to help him hold the wooden wheelchair, looking at Chi Xianhuai with a proud look in his eyes.

Seeing that he was so partial to this bitch, Chi Xianhuai was so angry that his eyeballs almost popped out when he looked at Yan An, knelt down, folded his left hand and tightly pinched his right hand, his veins bulging.

"What about you? Tell me what's going on!" Yan An asked while looking at the man kneeling on the ground.

Hearing the sound, Chi Xianhuai pulled back on the verge of burning with anger, and said in a strong tone: "I have nothing to say, my son, please punish me!"

"You... don't think that I dare not punish you. Fighting at will in the mansion is the behavior of a slave?"

"Damn the slave!"

"Damn it! You really deserve to die. I think this is the first time you made a mistake, so I will forgive you first. If there is a next time, I will punish you severely!"

"Xie Shizi, the servant will remember."

Seeing that he had been kneeling for a long time, Yan An raised her hand and said, "Get up too."

After finishing speaking, he looked at a group of guards surrounding him, and waved to them, signaling that nothing happened.

After the guards left, Yan An glanced at Chi Xianhuai who seemed to have no intention of leaving, and casually asked, "Aren't you going to take the palace examination? Don't miss the hour."

Chi Xianhuai pursed his lips tightly, slandering inwardly, the imperial examination will start next month, it's not clear to you, if you want to drive me away in a hurry, just say it, why pretend to be good for me.

He restrained his emotions, nodded and turned to leave.