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When Jingyu went out, he made a little cross-dressing for himself, making his clothes look a lot ordinary.

So, after returning home, he went back to his room first, and the girl changed him into a Confucian shirt with purple accents and peony patterns in line with his identity. After 4 years, the long hair was trimmed to the shoulders and did not obstruct the view. On his forehead, he wears a silver headband set with one sapphire and two rubies.

After preparing all this, Jingyu turned to the girl with a worried expression on her face and said, "Qing'er, you wait for me here, you don't have to go with me." "

The girl, that is, Qing'er's eyes lit up, and she nodded her head again and again.

"Young master, you are finally good to Qing'er. She laughs.

If she goes with Jingyu, she will inevitably be held accountable for today's incident and will be punished.

Jingyu smiled slightly, "I will tell them that in the future, no one can punish you except me." You too, no one else has to pay attention to it except my punishment. "

Qing'er sighed for a moment, and was embarrassed: "This, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." "

"Just do as I say!" Jingyu waved his hand lightly and walked out the door.

Qing'er followed him and escorted him out of the courtyard, she leaned against the door and waited quietly for Jingyu to return. It's been four years, it's been four years since I came here, I came to him. It's like taking care of your younger brother, and it's like nurturing... Ahem, in short, taking care of him has become her habit. Watching him behave like a little adult, and how he slowly grows up, will make her feel warm.

If it was now, she felt that she somewhat understood what the third lady meant when she said to her.

"Do I just need to live for the young master?".

She muttered the phrase over and over again, because what Jingyu had just said, she gradually connected the two.

Jingyu crossed a straight, about two-meter-wide bluestone road to the front yard. As soon as I walked out of a corridor door, I saw that at the entrance of the gate, General Xiang accompanied a man dressed as a black scholar and walked out.

He stopped, already understanding what the sergeant was talking about... I must have gone to meet the man. It's just that he thought about it carefully, and he didn't search for someone with that background in his memory.

Who is he? Will he need his cheap grandfather to send him out in person, not to mention, and still look like he is in a good mood and talking and laughing? Jingyu looked left and right, beckoned to a sergeant who had already found him, turned around and walked into the other side of the porch door. Taking a few steps on the wide ground on either side of the bluestone road, the silver-armored sergeant had already come behind him with the sound of metal grinding.

"Young master!" he saluted, clasping his hands into fists.

"Who is that person?" Jingyu asked without looking back, sniffing a large red fist flower in front of him.

"This... The little one didn't know, but remembered that he didn't report his name, but sent someone to send in a post. The sergeant replied, "Then the old general himself went outside the door to meet him." After that, the conversation between the two in the hall was also carried out in secret. No one else was present but them. "

The sergeant replied as he looked at Jingyu in surprise. I always feel that at this moment, the young master who has his back to him and has not yet reached the height of his abdomen has an unusually 'tall' image. He even had the illusion that he was being looked down upon by the young master, like the majesty that the old general occasionally revealed... Therefore, he did not dare to lie or hide it at all.

"Huh?" Jingyu looked a little interested, "Do you have any other discoveries?"

The sergeant thought for a moment and said, "That man is sitting in the hall at the head of the old general. "

During this period, what people said was sitting was actually kneeling. Chairs, stools, etc., have not yet appeared. The same is true of the Xiang family... At the central end of the hall there is a slightly higher platform with two seats. On weekdays, only the old general would sit on the left seat, and the right seat was often distinguished guests. And today, he sat on the right, and the guest sat on the left.

This means that the guest's status should be higher than his, or at least respected.

It should be the royal family of another country. Jingyu guessed it at once. It's just that, in order to prevent the disclosure of his identity, he naturally won't say it here. As for the reason why other royal families secretly came to Chu State, it can also be known. As the trend of the Qin State destroying the Six Kingdoms became more and more obvious, these royal families who had been fighting with each other for many years on weekdays began to be really anxious, right?

Jingyu waved his hand, "You tell him, I've already been here." Then, walking towards his little yard.

The sergeant stood there for a moment. The aura that had been pressed before seemed to be an illusion, and when Jingyu's last words were spoken, all of them dissipated and became invisible.

'What the hell is going on then?'

He was a little baffled. However, according to Jingyu's words, he told General Xiang about this. After the old general sent him away, he looked at the small courtyard where Jingyu lived and laughed.

"My good grandson, grandpa, I begged you to wipe your face today. Hey, hey, hey, it's just that if you don't call me grandpa for a day, I won't tell you. "

He thought he had thought of some brilliant plan, but he suddenly reacted and slapped the back of his head with his palm.

"Oh no, he doesn't know about it, how can he compromise with me? Besides, if it's time to get married, and he still doesn't call it, can I continue to hide it?".

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I had been pitted. In the end, he comforted himself that finding a daughter-in-law for his grandson had not changed anyway, and he was not at a loss. It's just that I just don't tell that stinky boy now.

On the other side, Jingyu, who returned to the small courtyard, had dinner, and took a bamboo slip to look at it slowly by the light of the oil lamp. Qing'er sat next to him, meditating cross-legged not far from him, cultivating internal strength... It was a normal evening for them.

After such an hour, Qing'er took care of her efforts and spit out a breath of turbidity. She raised her hand and looked at it in disbelief... After two years of hard work, I usually only felt that my strength had increased a lot, but today I finally felt the flow of qi in my body for the first time.

noticed that a small figure in front of her swayed, but it turned out that Jingyu didn't know when she came to her. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and touched her lower abdomen, which made Qing'er startled and quickly grabbed his hand.

"Less, young master..." she blushed, biting her lower lip, her panicked eyes full of shyness, "Don't, don't be like that." "

Jingyu was stunned for a moment, looking at her little touch that had settled down after secretly glancing around, and couldn't help laughing. He just wanted to probe the flow of her dantian's true qi, but he didn't really want to touch it.

"Okay, let's sleep. He winked at Qing'er.

Qing'er didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but the blush deepened a little.

"Why don't you make the bed yet?" Jingyu urged.

"Ahh Oh. She pursed her lips and got up from a cross-legged position. The leg marks outlined by the Naro skirt are slender and graceful. Jingyu looked at her weak back, and a pity rose in her heart. As she walked to the bed, when she had made the bed, she came to change his clothes and change into the loose clothes he wore for sleeping... Then there was her own, but it was done behind the screen.

Jingyu lay down for a while before hearing her walk to the bed.

"Young master, can you not do it today?" her voice couldn't be lowered.

"Hurry up, or you'll be punished!" Jingyu said.

After another three minutes, he felt the weight pressing ~ on the edge of the bed. Immediately after that, a fragrant smell came from the nose...