After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

As dusk fell, when the little maid saw Xuan Qing coming back, she immediately came up to greet her.

"My lord, you are back."

Seeing her excited look as if seeing a savior, Xuan Qing thought something serious happened, went to the guest room but saw Yi Jian Jinghong standing by the door holding his Pu Jianqiang to prevent anyone from approaching. Stalemate outside the door.

Xuan Qing hurried over, took off the sword in his hand, and pulled him into the room.

"Why don't you rest."

Yijian Jinghong let Xuanqing push him back to the bed, and said sullenly: "Xuanqing."

Xuan Qing covered him with a quilt, and replied, "Well, I'm here, what's the matter?"

He seemed to have forgotten what to say, stared at Xuan Qing for a long time, and then choked out a sentence: "Your sword is not good."

Xuan Qing smiled and said: "I bought it casually when I went down the mountain, but five grain silver is good enough."

He stopped talking.

Xuan Qing looked out of the door again, the servants breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to fly away, the little maid took the opportunity to put the medicine bowl into Xuan Qing's hand and ran away in a flash.

Xuan Qing looked at the black concoction in his hand, feeling blessed to his heart.

"It turns out that you are afraid of suffering."

Yijian Jinghong still didn't speak, but his face was obviously a little darker.

Xuan Qing was even more convinced of his own words, coaxing: "You will be cured after drinking the medicine, um... Shall I ask them to prepare some candied fruit?"

Before the words fell, he lightened his hand, and looked again, the medicine juice had been drunk.

Xuan Qing looked at Jinghong who was wrapping himself in the quilt and turned his back to him with a sword, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, as expected of the hero, even if he lost his mind, he still had his own settings.

From then on, the matter of feeding medicine and feeding fell on Xuan Qing's head, and the little maid would always secretly wave to him by the door, then turn around and leave after stuffing the lunch box.Xuan Qing could only smile and shake his head, and walked back into the room.

"Come have some porridge."

Xuanqing held the carefully cooked medicinal porridge and fed it to Yi Jian Jinghong, but he didn't say a word.

Xuan Qing opened his mouth: "Ah, follow me, ah... um."

He held Xuan Qing's hand instead, and stuffed the spoon into Xuan Qing's mouth.Xuan Qing was stunned for a moment with the porridge in his mouth, swallowed it with a gulp, and suddenly realized when he saw his happy expression.

"I've tried it, it's not bitter, come and open your mouth."

Yi Jian stared at Xuan Qing for a long while, reluctantly ate Xuan Qing's porridge, and when Xuan Qing cleaned up the dishes, he said in a muffled voice, "I'm not a child."

Xuan Qing said casually: "Of course you are not a child."

He stopped talking again, skillfully leaving Xuan Qing behind.

When Xuan Qing was tired, he was about to get up and go to Xiao Hongyan's residence, but when he stood up, he realized that a corner was pressed by him at some point, Xuan Qing tugged but did not move.

Xuan Qing leaned over to look at Yi Jian Jinghong's face, there was no expression, was it an illusion, always felt that Yi Jian Jinghong was unwilling to let him go.

"You fell asleep?"

"..."

no response.

Sure enough, it was an illusion, Xuanqing touched his sleeping point, pulled back his clothes, and wondered absently where Xue Lan was right now, and whether he was injured.

Under the guidance of the little maid, Xuan Qing got up to visit the two young palace masters.

The place where Xiao Hongyan lives does not match his personality, the small bridges and flowing water, stacked stones and sparse springs are quite elegant, and after walking two steps inside, the poisonous needles swish and swish, and Xuanqing is sure that he has not gone to the wrong place. There is even more inexplicable sense of security.

"Having lived for two days, are you finally willing to leave your new love?" Xiao Hongyan sneered, holding a silver whip.

Xuan Qing caught his poisonous needle and returned it to his hand: "Seeing that you are still in good spirits, I am relieved."

"Hmph, what can I do, using poison in front of me is like a trick."

Xuan Qing understood: "So they used poison."

Xiao Hongyan said bitterly: "If Xue Lan hadn't been a hindrance, how could my elder brother and I have been tricked."

Xuan Qing heard the words and asked: "Are you all poisoned?"

Xiao Hongyan knew she had made a slip of the tongue, and she didn't want to lose face, so she looked away and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Xuan Qing comforted him: "Those who raise snakes will also be bitten by snakes, besides, your ability to use poison is not yet perfect, so it is inevitable to get caught."

Xiao Hongyan's face was distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Xuan, Qing!"

Xuan Qing replied: "Here."

Xiao Hongyan raised the whip in his hand, put it down, raised it, put it down again, and finally beat it on his chest, giving him two hard punches.

Xuan Qing hurriedly stopped him: "Skills are not as good as others, if you practice again, you will be fine, why bother to harm yourself."

Xiao Hongyan pushed Xuan Qing away forcefully: "Don't talk to me, let me be quiet."

"Okay, I'll go find Brother Ling."

"Don't go, brother is still healing, so don't disturb him."

Xuan Qing: "..."

Xiao Hongyan's eyes wandered: "Why are you looking at me and not talking?"

Xuan Qing gestured with his hands: Didn't you tell me not to talk to you?

Xiao Hongyan's face was flushed from suffocation, bloodshot eyes spread, he took a deep breath, and shouted at Xuan Qing: "Get lost!"

With a roar that pierced the sky, the earth trembled, Xuanqing couldn't help wondering if Ruoxiao Hongyan was in the house, whether he could really rest.

The young man was full of anger, Xuan Qing had to tell the maid to prepare more fire-reducing concoction for their young palace master when he went back.

After bidding farewell to the angry Xiao Hongyan, Xuanqing went to the main hall again to meet the Palace Master Wushuang.

The palace lord was still the same as last time, with a pipe in his mouth, puffing.

"I know why you came here, but the next Palace Master of Wushuang Palace will not trouble you."

"Palace Master misunderstood," Xuan Qing said, "I came here to pay off the debt."

"Pay off the debt?"

"Yes."

Xuan Qing took out the little silver that was left from his pocket and put it on the ground: "I know that there are a lot of medical expenses and accommodation expenses. The palace lord will give me some time. I have done hard work, and I will definitely be able to pay it back."

"Do hard work, pay off debts..." The palace lord's pipe fell from his hand, "Say it again, I seem to have misheard."

Xuan Qing said: "Don't worry, Palace Master, I will never live in Wushuang Palace for nothing."

She clutched the hem of her clothes with her hands: "Do you think I'm short of money?"

"Palace Master is kind, so there is no need to repay it," Xuan Qing said, "but we should not bother the family anymore, how can we still owe fees."

"You don't need to repay kindness..." She laughed loudly, "You know that everyone says that I will retaliate, and I am ruthless."

As for the party at Muyun Villa, Xuan Qing knew the horror of the rumors, and couldn't help but said: "As long as the palace master does not forget his original intention, future generations will understand."

"Don't forget your heart..."

She picked up the pipe and lit it in her hand, and then said to Xuan Qing: "You don't need to do hard work, I have a task here, if you complete it well, it will be canceled as soon as you are kind."

That's very good, Xuan Qing said: "Please tell me, Palace Master."

She stared brightly: "Help me choose the next Palace Mistress."

Xuan Qing hesitated and said: "The Palace Mistress said just now that the next Palace Mistress will not bother me."

Her eyes turned cold: "Can I change my mind?"

"can."

"I'm fickle, can't I just say what I mean?"

"……Can."

She raised her head high and snorted triumphantly.

Xuan Qing found that Xiao Hongyan's character was completely inherited from his grandmother.

"It's not difficult, but I don't know if they will cooperate." Xuan Qing said.

She said, "It's up to them. What's your idea?"

Xuan Qing thought for a while and said: "Sure enough, it's still a martial arts competition."

She said differently: "Just fighting? Don't need other tests?"

Xuan Qing replied: "Listening to what the Palace Master said before, I am afraid that I am also one of their test questions, and the two of them are waiting for me at the inn together, which shows that they are brothers and do not want to tell the winner, so even if it is the test questions, they have to be together." Answer, since there is no point in asking more questions."

She sat upright instead, and asked earnestly: "Then how sure are you that their martial arts competition will have a result?"

Xuan Qing said: "It depends on who will admit defeat first."

The palace lord looked at Xuan Qing quietly: "You are a smart person, but it's a pity that you have done all kinds of stupid things."

Xuan Qing said: "The Palace Master will not fail to think of this little trick, but it's just that the authorities are delusional."

The Palace Mistress shook her head, waved her hand to call for a servant, and ordered: "Notify Yun'er, when he recovers from his injury, we can compete with Yan'er."

After she finished speaking, she leaned back, on the back of the chair, her face was still beautiful, but her eyes showed the vicissitudes of time.

With a thought in mind, Xuan Qing blurted out and asked: "Has the palace master ever seen someone who looks exactly like Yi Jian Jing Hong?"

"No," the palace lord's eyes flickered slightly, "A sword that shocked Hong Hong looks majestic. If I have seen it, I will never forget it."

Xuan Qing smiled wryly and said, "I was thinking too much."

Senior brother prefers beauties, at that moment Xuanqing suddenly felt that the Palace Master might have seen him when he was young.

"However..." The palace lord changed the subject and fell into memories, "There was an equally astonishingly talented young master Pian Pianjia in the martial arts decades ago, who won the heart of the number one beauty, but he was like a flash in the pan. Appeared out of nowhere in Jianghu, stirred up a storm, and then hurriedly left the scene, and disappeared without a trace together with that beauty."

Xuanqing's heart was hot, and there were thousands of words in his mind, but his throat moved, and finally he only came to the sentence "thank you".

With many things on his mind, Xuan Qing walked out of the hall and saw Xiao Hongyan pacing back and forth, and couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his forehead.

Xiao Hongyan saw Xuan Qing's eyes brighten up: "What does the old witch want you for?"

Xuan Qing gestured with her hand, I was the one looking for her.

Xiao Hongyan said angrily: "You can talk to me now, who can understand your nonsense!"

"Oh, I found her. And she's your grandmother, not an old hag."

Xiao Hongyan snorted: "Have you ever seen someone whose grandmother is so young after a long time?"

Xuan Qing thought, not only did he meet them, there were more than one of them, but they were not grandmothers, but demons, Taoist priests, half-ghosts...

Xuan Qing said: "The palace lord is not a demon, you can't call her a witch."

Xiao Hongyan rolled her eyes: "If you don't call her a witch, what do you call her?"

"At best, it's an old woman... No..." Xuan Qing held his chin and thought about it, "It's a bit wrong to call it that way... It's better to be called the old palace master, but you are her grandson, so it's unfamiliar to call you that... Then..."

"That's enough!" Xiao Hongyan interrupted Xuan Qing, "I'm convinced of you, don't get hung up on addressing her, just tell me what you're looking for."

Xuan Qingyin omitted the part about the senior brother, and repeated to him exactly what he had said in the hall, but when he heard it, his veins popped up, and he waved his whip to greet Xuan Qing.

"Do you know that the Wushuang Palace can only have one palace owner!"

Xuan Qing dodged his whip and said, "I know."

He pumped harder: "I know you still proposed a martial arts competition. One person won, and the other...the other person..." Speaking of this, he snapped the whip, and the blood flowed down the burst tiger's mouth Flowed out, but the eyes were even redder, "I misread you!"

Afterwards, no matter what Xuanqing said, he couldn't listen to him anymore, and left in a daze, his bright red robe blending into the setting sun looked extraordinarily bleak.

...The position of palace lord is so important?