I ran away after slacking my apprentice

The moment he fell down, Murong Yan happened to be at the bottom, so Ning Jiwei was not injured, but...

With such a posture, Ning Jiwei's whole body was pressed against Murong Yan's body, and even because of inertia, Ning Jiwei and Murong Yan's noses were stuck together...

The tip of his nose smelled the sandalwood on Murong Yan's body, and he lifted his gaze slightly, Ning Jiwei saw Murong Yan's tightly furrowed brows, and the impeccable face under the brow peak.

It was an extremely handsome face, so beautiful that it was hard to look away.

Originally, in the past, Ning Jiwei hated and hated this face to the extreme, but today, for some reason, Murong Yan would touch him from time to time when he was teaching Ning Jiwei sword skills, and Ning Jiwei was already numb. .

Or maybe they got too close these days, not to mention the appearance of Murong Yan instructing swordsmanship, which happened to be something that Ning Jiwei envied...

Therefore, when Ning Jiwei looked at Murong Yan's face in this situation, the first reaction in his mind was not hatred, but an extremely complicated emotion that he couldn't figure out.

Belatedly, Ning Jiwei remembered Murong Yan's identity.

The obvious stupefaction of the person in front of him made Murong Yan feel ecstatic, as long as it wasn't hatred, any emotion would be fine, it meant that Ning Jiwei's heart was no longer so firm.

He was shaken...

Having come to such a conclusion, Murong Yan didn't even care about the injury on his shoulder, his eyes lit up, as if he was embracing the sunlight, "Zi Kai, you took my sword away."

stole my heart too...

"Today's teaching is complete, so..."

Ning Jiwei managed to recover from the daze, but Murong Yan raised his hand to touch the back of Ning Jiwei's neck.

With a little force, the lips touch.

As Murong Yan said, teach once and kiss once, or...

The tip of the tongue broke in, with some urgency and joy, and the low panting lingered, that voice together with Murong Yan's movements, disturbed Ning Jiwei's whole heart and made him restless.

He was supposed to get up and push Murong Yan away, but he didn't know what happened today, even though the hatred in his heart welled up, even though he was afraid of what happened in the carriage that day, but he still...

no action...

He even let Murong Yan hug him, let Murong Yan's fingertips rub up and down the back of his neck, from the back of his neck to his ears, and then slowly move down along the neckline...

The smell of sandalwood permeated between the two of them, Ning Jiwei's eyes were covered with a mist, he looked at Murong Yan's face through the mist, but he couldn't see anything clearly, even his consciousness was taken away by Murong Yan Mostly.

"Hmm..." Ning Jiwei felt a little uncomfortable, he was so weak from the kiss, he almost forgot about Jinxi and Xixi.

Some unknown emotions are urging, and the heat is burning and sprouting in Ning Jiwei's body...

The fingertips curled up subconsciously...

Just at this moment, someone ran over.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Cong Qing's voice stopped abruptly. He was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he could only stop in a hurry, without even realizing that his right foot was on his left.

God!Your Highness is here...

It's over!Cong Qing watched Ning Jiwei wake up suddenly because of his sudden sound, then pushed Murong Yan away and stood up...

Cong Qing almost wanted to cry, but he accidentally ruined his highness's good deeds. His highness would not sell himself to the Goulan courtyard in anger, would he?

And this room, after Ning Jiwei stood still, he was panting heavily, he managed to suppress the inexplicable emotion in his heart, adjusted his clothes by the way, and moved towards the direction away from Murong Yan.

"What's the matter?" Murong Yan followed Ning Jiwei and stood up slightly, looking at Cong Qing with extremely cruel eyes.

This little guard, it's better to have something big, otherwise...

Cong Qing trembled at Murong Yan's gaze, swallowed in fear, and replied falteringly, "Your Highness, Your Highness, it is... His Highness the Crown Prince is here to visit."

"Prince?" Murong Yan frowned, "What is he doing here?"

Speaking of the imperial brother Murong Yan, he is in the royal family after all, no matter how much brotherly love was in the past, once the power is granted, the deep love will become a joke.

If the current sage hadn't established the crown prince early and made Murong Chen the crown prince, I'm afraid that under the power struggle, it would be difficult to have a peaceful scene, so why talk about the crown prince's visit?

"This..." Cong Qing felt the pain belatedly, he carefully moved his right foot away, "I don't know, but Your Highness, His Highness the Crown Prince is already waiting in the front hall, are you... Should I go see you?"

Judging by Cong Qing's reaction, the prince probably didn't come here for political affairs. If it's not for the public, then it's for selfishness. If it's for selfishness...

Nine times out of ten, they came to look for Ning Jiwei!

Murong Yan's expression turned cold, he was about to reply, but Ning Jiwei suddenly spoke.

"Since the Crown Prince is here to visit, then... I will accompany His Highness to see you."

Ning Jiwei's words made Murong Yan's throat sting, and Murong Yan turned his gaze to the side, but only saw a smiling face.

The corners of the man's eyes were still bright red, and when he laughed at this moment, it was quite captivating.

For a moment, Murong Yan couldn't refuse.

If he didn't answer, that would be tacit consent, Ning Jiwei even took the initiative to hold Murong Yan's hand, and led him to the front hall.

When approaching the front hall, Ning Ji let go of Murong Yan's hand slightly, and saluted the prince, "His Royal Highness."

Seeing Ning Jiwei, Murong Chen's eyes changed, he quickly got up, gave a weak gesture, and said, "Mr. Wei, you don't need to be more polite from now on."

This is to avoid Ning Jiwei's etiquette, and the crown prince and concubine might not have this kind of treatment, Murong Yan's heart was full of anger, he couldn't help but stepped forward to block Murong Chen's sight.

Murong Yan's face was cold, and he said without warmth: "Brother Huang, what's the matter here?"

"Uh..." His sight was blocked, and Murong Chen sat back in his original seat, "I'm just thinking about it, my father's birthday will be three months later..."

Seeing that both of them were standing, Murong Chen raised his hand politely, "A Yan, what are you and Mr. Wei doing standing? Sit down."

It has to be said that, after all, it is the prince, at least he has never been less lenient and kind to others on the face, even in Murong Yan's mansion, he can turn against the guests.

Heh... Ning Jiwei couldn't help sneering.He didn't have a good impression of the prince. If it wasn't for the prince's status, Ning Jiwei would never have offered to see the prince today.

"Father's birthday gift, I wonder if Ah Yan is prepared?" Murong Chen smiled and said.

"Not yet prepared." Murong Yan was very unwilling to let the prince stay here for a long time, and the next sentence had a hint of seeing off the guests, "But brother, don't you need to assist in political affairs recently? How come you have time to chat at my house?"

Murong Chen glanced at Ning Ji quietly, "What are you talking about, Ah Yan? Could it be that it's okay, brother, so you can't come to Ah Yan to talk about the past?"

Murong Chen made up his mind to disturb the prince's mansion, and said: "When Ah Yan mentioned political affairs, I couldn't help but think of the palace banquet on the day of the father's birthday. Although the palace banquet was hosted by the Ministry of Rites, it was the father's birthday after all. , as sons of man, we naturally have to share the worries of our father."

"Brother, I read the regulations of the Ministry of Rites. Most of those regulations follow the system of the previous dynasty, which makes a palace banquet boring, so I think that this palace banquet might as well add something else. Ah Yan thinks that adding a sword How about dancing?"

"Brother Huang, just decide. I'm a rough person, so I'm not worth asking." Murong Yan saw Murong Chen's gaze lingering on Ning Jiwei's face, and was really impatient in his heart. He was about to get up when he heard Murong Chen speak again. .

"A Yan, how can you belittle yourself like this? Could it be that you were angry with Brother Wei a few days ago and refused to talk to Brother Wei?" Murong Chen's brows and eyes narrowed, and it was rare that he was a little cold.

As soon as these words came out, Murong Yan frowned, but there was no reason to drive him away. After all, Murong Chen was the prince, and he indulged Murong Yan in every possible way thinking of brotherhood, but this did not mean that Murong Chen was without dignity.

Before the emperor abolished the crown prince, Murong Chen was still the candidate for the crown prince and the future emperor. Murong Yan had no right to disobey him again and again.

"Brother Huang is serious." Murong Yan's expression was a little dignified.

Murong Chen's trip was originally to see Ning Jiwei, but now that Murong Yan has given in and his goal has been achieved, he no longer puts on that prince's airs, and just chuckled and said: "A Yan can remember the brotherhood between you and me?" is the best."

"Speaking of which, regarding swordsmanship, Ah Yan's attainment is quite high, and the emperor often praises it. If Ah Yan can guide the sword dance at the palace banquet, it must be the icing on the cake. What does Ah Yan think?"

To ask a prince to instruct the sword dance, I am afraid that only Murong Chen can figure it out. Let alone Murong Yan's swordsmanship is mostly for defeating the enemy, even if it is not for defeating the enemy, it would be a disgrace for Murong Yan to instruct the sword dance. I won't agree.

But Murong Chen didn't expect Murong Yan to agree. He proposed the sword dance for Ning Jiwei's sake.

After all, if Murong Yan is unwilling to direct the sword dance, then choosing a few people who are suitable for the sword dance from the manor is not too much to ask, right?

But what Murong Chen didn't expect was that Ning Jiwei took the lead in standing up while Murong Yan hadn't expressed his opinion on this matter.

Ning Ji gave Murong Chen a slight salute, "His Highness the Crown Prince has great opinions and is admirable. I am not talented. I want to contribute to the sword dance."

"Oh?" Murong Chen immediately became interested, "This is really strange, what Mr. Wei means is that you want to replace Ah Yan and guide the sword dance?"

Without waiting for Ning Jiwei's answer, Murong Chen's eyes fell on Ning Jiwei without restraint, looked up and down, and said: "But Mr. Wei is thin and thin, do you really know swordsmanship?"

"Being good at swordsmanship is not good at sword dancing. If His Royal Highness doesn't believe it, I can explain it here." Ning slightly curled his lips, and there was a respectful yet alienated smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

Just the right amount of laugh.

Just as the prince has a purpose for Ning Jiwei, Ning Jiwei also has a purpose for the prince, but Ning Jiwei doesn't really want to go to the prince's mansion, he just wants to use the sword dance to stir up Murong Yan .

Ning Jiwei knew very well that Murong Yan still felt that he would definitely lose the bet, that's why Murong Yan was so leisurely, whether it was teaching swordsmanship or capturing swords, he was always calm and not in a hurry.

But Murong Yan was able to spend a little bit of time with Ning, but Ning Jiwei couldn't afford it. He really wanted revenge, and it had almost become an obsession these years. So wait.

Sure enough, as soon as Ning Jiwei said that, Murong Yan couldn't sit still.

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Oh, Xiao Ning, this aggressive method is useless, are you really not afraid of losing yourself? (cover face.jpg)