Heaven is fearless

Yan Wujiu floated back to the courtyard of himself and Fanxing with a dazed expression, and when he turned his head, a servant who was secretly watching reported to Chu Mingfeng his every move, leaning on the soft couch in Nan'an County The Lord is still half as weak as before, with cold and proud eyes, holding a soft cloth in one hand to wipe a dagger, and using the candlelight to polish the dagger, he raised his eyelids and sneered.

"Sure enough, he's an innocent boy, a little teasing is enough to make him fascinated."

The woman standing beside her was tall and heroic, with a look of disapproval on her face: "He's just an ignorant boy, the princess wants to use him to get things done, I'm afraid he won't be able to afford much use."

Chu Mingfeng patiently wiped the spotless dagger, leaned close to the flames to examine the blade, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if he is mediocre, as long as he is obedient. Just because of his name as the orphan of the Yan family, It is enough to do a lot of articles, I have been waiting for so many years, finally I waited for an opportunity, even if this opportunity is not satisfactory, I can only bite the bullet and take it.”

She pinched the soft cloth, and finally there was a trace of tiredness in her flamboyant eyebrows: "Aman, I am not young anymore, and I am about to celebrate my 12th birthday. My luck, I dare not bet that he will leave the harem empty, now is my last chance."

A Zhong looked at the princess she had served for many years in front of her, and was slightly moved.

She came to the princess at the age of six. At that time, the princess was still a princess, and she was regarded as the undisputed next queen of southern Xinjiang. She was held in the palm of her hand and raised with gold and jade. The princess became a princess, and was hastily married to a little nobleman who she would not have even glanced at in the past.

Fortunately, the royal family's prestige is still there, and the son-in-law who married the princess of Nan'an in a muddleheaded manner is extremely honest. The princess said that he dared not go west. The two did not consummate their marriage until the princess was 19 years old. The princess was born at the age of 20. The little princess, the little princess was healthy and grew up to five years old, and the son-in-law passed away due to illness.

A Chong knows what's wrong with the son-in-law's illness the most. She also remembers the indifferent look on the princess's face when she handed her the package of medicine powder, but she thinks that is very good. If the princess lives soberly and coldly, then there will be no injuries. when.

"This sword was forged by the craftsman after breaking more than ten molds. Does the Princess seem to fit her hand well?" Ah Zhong didn't want her to be immersed in the feeling of loss, so he changed the subject subtly.

The short sword in Chu Mingfeng's hand has a unique style, it is slightly curved, the scabbard is inlaid with finely divided scarlet gemstones, and the hilt is also decorated with fiery red braids knotted with pearls. The ruby ​​gemstones are like clear flames. Like lightning flowing on the scabbard.

The clear and warm red contrasted with the fair skin on the back of the woman's hand, giving it a thrilling beauty.

Chu Mingfeng held this gorgeous dagger, but he didn't show any joy.

She slowly turned the dagger in her hand, and suddenly threw it on the table casually, averting her gaze in a dull manner: "A fake is a fake, but it's empty enough to have a shape, it's fine to fool people, just Let's make it old."

Ah Zhong picked up the dagger and put it back into its sheath, nodded respectfully to her, and went down.

Chu Mingfeng rubbed his temples, let out a breath, grabbed the cloak beside him and wrapped it around, straightened his back like a sharp knife, and casually asked the attendant, "Can you sleep quietly?"

The waiter bent down and replied: "The little princess has already fallen asleep. The nurse said that the little princess has made a lot of progress in martial arts today, and she can already hit the bull's-eye."

Only then did Chu Mingfeng show a completely sincere smile, and his voice softened: "Let me go and have a look at Quietly, don't disturb her."

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Yan Wujiu floated all the way back to the courtyard, the words that Chu Mingfeng said to him with unclear meanings were still resounding in his head, thinking about it made his brain ache, seeing that quiet and dignified back, he was still sitting there as usual, impetuous The restless heart immediately settled down.

He listened sideways for a while, but he didn't hear Fanxing chanting, only the sound of Buddhist beads being turned one by one. He tiptoed to try to scare Fanxing, but as soon as he walked in front of someone and stretched out his hand, he saw Fanxing. Row opened his eyes.

As soon as you open your eyes, there are two enlarged hands: "..."

Yan Wujiu blinked his eyes, retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and calmly sat down on the ground next to Fanxing: "Monk! That princess princess thinks you look good, and wants to marry you as her husband."

The young man who has been in the market since he was a child has practiced a good skill of deceiving and abducting, and he said this sentence full of flaws with sincerity. If Fanxing had not been listening to the movement in that room, he might really be fooled by him. past.

The black-clothed monk glanced at him silently, and it took him a while to reply: "...the poor monk is a monk and cannot marry a wife."

After questioning and answering, Yan Wujiu had already released himself from the pressure of facing the princess of Nan'an, lazily imitating the appearance of Fanxing, crossed his legs and murmured a few scriptures, and then interfaced: "I am the princess Empress, if you don't marry her, then she will marry you instead, it doesn't make any difference."

Fan Xing paused, pondered for a while, with a dignified expression and compassionate eyes, and answered him leisurely: "Bullshit nonsense."

"Wow!" Yan Wujiu happily raised a finger and pointed at him, "Monk, you swear! The Buddha will punish you!"

Fanxing is still unmoved: "The Buddha doesn't care about such small details."

Yan Wujiu knew that this monk looked natural, but he had his own set of fallacies inside, so he didn't argue with him, he tilted his body, lay down on the ground, put his head on Fanxing's lap, and looked at him with big eyes : "Monk monk, let's sneak away? There are few people at night, we turn out from the back, there is a mountain behind, they must not find us."

Fan Xing lowered his eyes and looked at him, still calm and peaceful: "Okay."

After listening to his answer, Yan Wujiu became depressed instead, he was just talking nonsense, how tight the guards of the princess' mansion are, he had a general feeling on the way back, just the patrolling guards walked by After seven or eight times, there was no room to hide at all, he was just having a mouthful.

…We can’t let Fanxing go out all the way. Whether he can beat him or not is another matter. Even if he can beat him, he will definitely be injured. They escaped without medical treatment. Are they going to die in the mountains?

Yan Wuzheng turned his head, only showing the back of his head to Fanxing: "Ham, what are you doing running away? There is food and drink here, and there is a beautiful sister to see. Isn't it better than going to the mountains to be a savage?"

In fact, even if he really wanted to run, Fanxing would not let him run away. If he left here, where would he go to find help to overthrow Chu Zhang and become the leader?After finally choosing Nanjiang to bring people over, he didn't want the little Miaomiao he raised to pat his ass and leave.

Hearing Yan Wujiu's retort, Brahma changed his words obediently, with a good temper that I don't know why but I just indulge you: "Then stay here for a few more days."

But when he said that, Yan Wujiu felt uncomfortable again. He turned his hands and feet and stared straight at Fanxing, sighed heavily, his eyes flashed with struggle and hesitation, and finally made up his mind, saying: "Monk , how about...you go first? Don't you want to travel around? You have been in southern Xinjiang for a long time, what...you have taken care of me for so many years, and I am so old now..."

He turned over and sat up, scratched his hair in distress, gritted his teeth and tried to speak but couldn't.

Hearing the meaning of his words, Fan Xing lowered his eyebrows, if he left, what would Chu Mingfeng do to restrain Yan Wujiu?

The corners of the monk's mouth in white flattened, and a slight look of disappointment appeared in his normally warm and transparent pupils. Seeing this, Yan Wujiu felt even more guilty, and he just kept rubbing the corners of his clothes.

"You're still young, don't say such things." Fan Xing blocked his words first, and then said in a low voice after a while, "You... If you find the poor monk annoying, then when you become an adult, the poor monk will stop talking. with you again."

"I don't think you're annoying!" Yan Wujue blurted out reflexively. After finishing speaking, he pursed his lips and muttered, "Who despises you? If you don't recite scriptures all day long and think about everything, No wonder he is still an unknown little monk..."

He sat blankly for a while, got up from the ground, and said in a rough voice: "Sleep, sleep!"

Fan Xing heard him go out, stood at the door for a while, and walked into the garden with windy steps, as if he was going to sleep, and ignored him.

Yan Wujiu wandered into the garden, there was a wall separating this yard from another yard, he was restless and unwilling to follow any rules, seeing the patrolling torches passed by, he followed the rules of the Brahmacharya Taught him the kung fu moves, jumped up to the top of the wall, flipped down lightly, and ran to the lake.

There are not many guards patrolling the lake, after all, it is a big lake not connected to the outside world, and there is no need to be on duty, Yan Wujiao found a secluded place to sit down, the big stone scalded by the sun was still a little hot Ass, he felt hot all over his body after sitting for a while, so he had to change his posture, squatting instead of sitting, and settled on a big rock like a big toad.

"Are you Princess Xinna's pet servant?" Not long after he squatted down, a thin female voice sounded from the side, almost scaring Yan Wujiu from the stone and falling into the lake.

"Who?!" Yan Wuzheng's voice almost changed its tone.

The grass on the side moved, revealing a little girl sitting inside, about ten years old, wearing a simple white pajamas, a bright yellow cloak over her shoulders, her hair was simply tied up with no decorations .

The night was dim, and she couldn't see her clothes clearly. Yan Wujiu quickly scanned her up and down, and stopped asking how scary she was, and tilted his head to tease her with a smile: "Why do you say that my princess is a favorite... ...Pet ​​servant, can't I be a guest?"

The little girl was more mature than him, so she directly pointed it out: "The place where the guests live is not here. This is where those shameless people who want to be the husband of the princess live."

Yan Wujiu said: "Why are you so familiar with the princess mansion? My name is Yan Wujiu, who are you?"

The little girl's face softened a little, she closed her mouth and thought for a moment, then said slowly: "My name is Quiet, and I have lived with my mother in the Princess's Mansion for many years."

"Oh..." Yan Wuzheng put on a face of sudden realization, "You seem to hate the princess's favor, why are you so nice to me?"

Quietly curled her lips in disdain: "The princess likes people with good looks and good manners. Looking at you, you don't like the princess. Anyway, you are so pitiful. What do I hate about you?"

Yan Wujiu looked at his own appearance - well, squatting like a toad, it really doesn't sound like the princess would like it.

He didn't change his posture, and looked at Quietly in the grass from this height: "I'm in a bad mood, so I came out to relax at night, and why did you come out so late? Girls should pay attention to safety."

Because there is Yan Duotang at home, Yan Wujiu has always been very considerate of girls who are alone.

Who knew that after quietly listening to these words, his complexion became strange, his eyes looked at Yan Wuzheng strangely, as if he had seen some unrivaled wonders that he had never seen before, and he paused for a while before saying: "...Nurse Said, the boy should protect himself when he is outside."

Yan Wujiu's skin was aroused by these words, and then he suddenly remembered that the customs in southern Xinjiang seem to be a little... different from those in Central Plains.

He touched his face and sneered: "Okay, pay attention to everything."

This little episode made Quietly relax a lot. She stretched her stiff ankles and said old-fashionedly: "My mother arranged a lot of homework for me. I was too tired, so I ran out to relax."

As soon as Yan Wujiu listened to the homework, he thought of the hard experience of Fanxing teaching him to read, and immediately felt the same way: "Wow, you still have to do homework, it's too miserable."

When he said this, Quietly became unhappy again, pouted and glared at him: "My mother gave me homework for my own good, what do you know!"

Yan Wujiu didn't argue with her, hummed twice, feeling bored quietly, pulled the cloak to wrap himself tighter.

Yan Wujiu glanced at her, saw that she had rolled herself into a ball, and asked slowly, "Hey, are you cold?"

He quietly lost his temper: "What are you! You are so rude! I have a name!"

Yan Wujiao stopped talking, quietly closed his mouth after losing his temper, and said reluctantly after a while: "...It's cold."

Yan Wujiu burst out laughing, Quietly was about to get angry again, when she saw Yan Wujiu took off her robe and handed it over, she looked at the robe in disbelief and then at Yan Wujiu, her face was delicate and pale. Fen's little face was flushed red, and it took her a long time to force out a sentence: "You...you! You have no shame! You, you are disobedient!"

Yan Wujiao: "...???"

Quietly was still in a huge psychological shock: "...you are married, and you are still undressing in front of other women...you!"

She probably wanted to swear more harshly, but she didn't have enough language reserves, her face was flushed and she couldn't say any other swear words.

Yan Wu, who was accused of being shameless all of a sudden, was so wronged that he wanted June Feixue. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't swear at such a little girl who was younger than him. Xiao Qimu" then managed to suppress her anger, threw the robe in her hand on Quietly's head, and said stiffly, "Put it on."

Quietly clutching the robe that fell from the sky, he froze for a moment, blushed and turned pale, did not throw the clothes back after all, and asked in silence for a long time: "Are you from the Central Plains?"

Yan Wujiu didn't bother to pay attention to her, so he snorted.

Biting his lips quietly, he muttered softly: "Okay... I'm sorry, your Central Plains seems to be different from Southern Xinjiang, I didn't recognize it all at once..."

Yan Wujiu still didn't speak, and silently said nothing, the two of them were awkwardly silent in the dark for a long time, they didn't know who laughed first, and the two of them suddenly burst out laughing out of nowhere.

With a smile, all the embarrassment just disappeared.

When they stopped again, the atmosphere between the two had calmed down a lot. Quietly regarded him as a rough-looking girl. Thinking of this, there was no grudge in her heart, she wrapped her clothes indiscriminately, stretched out and became numb legs.

"What is your Central Plains like? They always tell me incomplete stories, saying that people in Central Plains are very dark-hearted and women are bullied. My mother said it was not like this, but she is very busy and has no time. Tell me about this."

Yan Wujiu raised an eyebrow, listening to Quietly unsuspectingly pouring out a lot of "Stories about me and my mother", he drew a bright red circle in his heart for Princess Nan'an.

... Judging from the whispered words, Princess Nan'an is not a woman who only wants to call the wind and rain in the southern border. She pays too much attention to the Central Plains.

They were chatting one after another, when they suddenly heard a commotion not far away, with torches blowing, and the voices were buzzing, vaguely heard that they were looking for the little princess.

Quietly sat up straight all of a sudden, looked back twice, and visibly tensed up, untied his clothes and threw them to Yan Wuzheng: "I'm going back, we'll talk another day."

Yan Wujie took the clothes, and pretended to be surprised to look at the winding torches: "Little Princess?"

Quietly moved her hands awkwardly: "...My name is Chu Fengqiao, I didn't lie to you, my mother just asked me to be quiet."

To her relief, her new friend apparently ignored this and asked, "Are we friends then?"

Chu Feng raised her chin quietly: "As long as you don't want to be my father, you are my friend! From now on, if anyone makes things difficult for you in this princess mansion, just come to me!"

Yan Wujiu laughed, his brows and eyes stretched, and the young man said frankly, "Okay."