Zuiwo Naner Township

"Ying, I'm coming in..." A gentle and melodious female voice came from outside the door, and with the sound of "squeak—" the door opened, and Ziyuan was walking with a little difficulty while holding a bowl of hot porridge. came in.

Jueying was sitting at the desk, concentrating on the letter she had just received. When she saw Ziyuan, she hurriedly dropped her work, ran to Ziyuan's side, took the bowl in her hand, and said angrily, "Why are you so tired?" After doing such a thing, what you need now is to have a good rest. Didn’t I tell you that in the future, let the servants do such trivial things..."

"Hehe, what servants... are big men who don't understand anything..." Ziyuan laughed and said, "You are all killers who are proficient in martial arts, how can anyone do these things... Besides, it's only three months now, so it doesn't matter..."

"This is our child, how can it be okay..." Jueying supported Ziyuan with a worried face, let her sit on the chair carefully, and gently stroked Ziyuan's slightly raised belly with her fingers, and the dark red eyes. Instantly filled with warm tenderness.

"Hehe...it's so itchy...Ying..." Ziyuan touched Jueying's hand on her abdomen in embarrassment, then pointed to the porridge she brought over, and said softly: "Hurry up and drink it while it's hot." , you seem to be very tired these days, this is the medicinal porridge I specially made for you, to nourish your body..."

"Well, I see..." Jueying smiled slightly, and obediently picked up the steaming porridge on the table.

"Have people from Yufengtang sent a letter again?" Ziyuan couldn't help asking curiously when she saw the envelope with the word "Yu" written on it impressively.

"Yeah, that's right..." Jueying put down his clean bowl, and said with a slight frown: "That old man surnamed Yu is really getting bolder now, I wrote to remind him three times, I asked him to send the killer named Yi Xieying to me, but he just refused to listen. This time he actually said that he would send his big disciple Chu Jinyao to me to make up for Yi Xieying's vacancy. I really don't know Anyway..."

"Chu Jinyao..." Ziyuan couldn't help frowning slightly after hearing this: This name... seems to have been heard somewhere... seems to be a patient from a long time ago...

"Ziyuan, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that something was wrong with Ziyuan, Jueying hurriedly touched her stomach and asked anxiously, "Is it a child..."

"It's okay...you're overly nervous..." Ziyuan sighed with some headaches, looked at Juying speechlessly, and then said: "Is that man named Yi Xieying the man in red who fought against you before?" ?”

"Yes, that's right..." Jueying nodded, and a rare expression of approval appeared on his face: "That guy is highly skilled in martial arts, and he is decisive in his shots. He is the talent I need most by my side, and he—"

"He has the same eyes as Yiyan, right..." Ziyuan then said for Jueying.

"Hmm..." Hearing this, Jueying lowered his head in embarrassment, Ziyuan patted his head with a light smile, and said with a smile: "I understand, Yiyan is as stubborn as you used to be. People always like to use a strong appearance to hide their hearts, and they are unwilling to show their fragile side... But it is also because of this that you will inadvertently hurt the people you love..."

"Zi Yuan..."

"If Yiyan can understand this, maybe he will live a very easy life..." Ziyuan sighed slightly, and said with some regret.

"With that kid here, he will take good care of Yiyan..." Jueying put his arms around Ziyuan's shoulders, comforting her and said, "Guys from the royal family seem to be naturally thick-skinned...Jin Hongyu is like this...his brother also Not much better to go..."

"Hehe... Hong Chen... that's what you said..." Ziyuan smiled knowingly and murmured.

"Ah-choo—" In the Qingyuan Building, Hong Chen sneezed loudly.

"What's wrong with you? Have a cold?" Yiyan looked at him expressionlessly, and said without a trace of emotion.

Please, if you look at me like this, it’s no wonder I don’t die from the cold... Hong Chen muttered dissatisfiedly in his heart, but he hadn’t prepared himself enough to be afraid of being slapped by Yi Yan, so he could only hold on. With a big smile, he said with a smile: "Haha...how could I catch a cold...how strong my body is..."

"Hmm..." Hearing Hong Chen's answer, Yi Yan snorted softly, then lowered his head again, concentrating on the matter at hand.

"What the hell are you thinking..." Hong Chen couldn't help but stepped forward, looked at him and said, "You've been in a daze all afternoon, what can you tell me..."

"I'm just searching for some clues..." Yi Yan stared blankly at the table, and murmured, "About Mo Yutang... and that man..."

"Didn't the master of Moyutang be beaten to death by Jueying eight years ago? Even if he makes a comeback now, he won't pose any threat..." Hong Chen patted him on the shoulder , comfortingly said: "Don't worry too much..."

"No, I'm afraid things are not that simple..." Yiyan looked at Hongchen with a serious face, and said calmly: "Frankly speaking, Jueying didn't really kill the master of Moyutang eight years ago—"

"What?!" Hong Chen was taken aback and shouted in disbelief.

"Yes, that's right..." Yi Yan lowered his head, and then slowly said: "Eight years ago, Jueying's 'Flame Demon Sutra' had been practiced to the point of perfection, and it was more than enough to kill that hall master, but The moment he was about to strike, his martial arts suddenly went crazy, the master of Mo Yutang took the opportunity to fight back, and pierced Jueying's chest with his personal weapon Xuan Mo Sword..."

"How could it be..." Hearing the words, Hong Chen still opened his mouth in disbelief, and said in disbelief: "But there are rumors that Jueying killed the master of Moyutang and dominated the martial arts world. ...Could it be—is this fake?"

"No, I can only say that half of the rumors are true..." Yi Yan paused, then continued.