Xuan Jiu's face suddenly turned red after he was told dirty words. When he realized what he was saying, he was already pressed on the bed.
"Don't make trouble..." Xuan Jiu pushed his hand that was touching his back, "What's going on with you today..."
"I can't stand that stray dog. You haven't cared about me much these past two days..." Ning Chengyuan snorted.
Xuan Jiu laughed angrily, "Why are you jealous of a puppy? Ning Chengyuan, you are not a dog."
Ning Chengyuan hummed and kissed him on the face, "Don't you always say that I'm a little wolfdog? You can't ignore me anyway!"
After Xuan Jiu was kissed by him for a while, he had nothing to do with him anymore, so he agreed to it, and Ning Chengyuan succeeded in taking off his clothes so that they could spend a spring night together...
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However, Qingzhi was sleepless that night.
Originally, she wanted to wait until the night was over to seek her father's approval, and then talk to Wen Jian, but the subordinate she sent to the military camp to inquire sent news that Wen Jian was still in the military camp...
By then, the night was already very deep.
When Qingzhi heard this, she thought about her father's temperament again. She was thinking about how she could still sleep, but she was afraid that her father would find out that she ran out in the middle of the night, so Qingzhi disguised herself and put on a maid's outfit. Later, he secretly climbed over the wall and left the palace.
She rode the horse prepared by her subordinates and rushed directly to the military camp.
The military camp at this moment was no different than it was during the day. It was quiet everywhere, with only the guards standing on the observation deck and a little firelight.
The guard was startled by Qingzhi's appearance, but when the guard came down and saw that it was Qingzhi, he thought that Qingzhi had something urgent to go back to the military camp to deal with, so he let her in without asking any questions.
Qingzhi anxiously searched around the military camp, and finally found Wen Jian's people at the shooting range.
Qingzhi stood under the shooting range, dumbfounded.
Her little brother Jian, who was wearing fluttering clothes and as gentle as jade, was standing on the shooting range, drawing his bow and shooting arrows.
He didn't know how long he had been practicing, but she saw the blood seeping between his fingers.
Somewhat glaring.
Qingzhi himself couldn't even hit the bull's-eye with a range of 500 meters.
What is Wen Jian going to do...
When Qingzhi couldn't help but run to the shooting range, a soldier who came out of nowhere in the darkness stopped her, "Princess, the prince has ordered that unless Mr. Wen leaves by himself, no one can go up to help." he."
"Let me go!" Qingzhi pushed him away with red eyes, but the soldier had to stop her, so Qingzhi had to pull the sword from him, with a sharp and clear light in her eyes.
The soldier had no choice but to be pushed away. Anyone could stop him, but this person is Qingzhi now. Who dares to hurt Prince Sheng's daughter...
If he really had the courage to stop the person, I'm afraid King Sheng would question him again...
Qingzhi went to the shooting range, still holding the sword in his hand, and his hands were shaking slightly.
Wen Jian was still holding a heavy bow and arrow in her hand. When she heard the movement, she turned her head and saw Qing Zhi. There was a trace of tiredness in her eyes, but she still looked straight at her.
The wind was very strong and rustling at night, and the firelight around the shooting range was blown brightly by the wind. The light and shadow flickered, making it look unreal.
Qingzhi walked over and stopped, staring at him with red eyes. She bit her lower lip and threw the sword in her hand. It fell to his feet with a sharp clang.