Yujiu still bravely followed and walked in.
Xiaoba was very dissatisfied with this.
"Yujiu, you, eighth sister, and I have other things to do, can you please stop causing trouble?"
Yujiu pointed to the tip of her nose in disbelief:
"Eighth sister, which of your eyes saw me causing trouble?"
Didn’t he just come over and sit with us?
Xiaoba glanced at him lightly.
"Both eyes saw it."
Yujiu: "."
Xiaoba glanced at the sky.
"It's already evening, why are you still here?"
Yujiu asked back: "Aren't you also here, eighth sister?"
Xiaoba looked at him in surprise.
"Brother Yanqing is injured. Haven't I been the one taking care of him recently?"
Yujiu struggled for a moment, but could not say the words "Then why are you staying later every day?"
"Well, I haven't been feeling well lately. Can Sister Eight help me take a look?"
After thinking for a long time, Yu Jiu came up with such an excuse.
Xiaoba refused without mercy:
"Do I look idle?"
"."
Yan Qing, who was sitting aside and had been silent, finally spoke:
"Your seventh and eleventh moves are almost too hot when you move the sword. You just need to practice more."
Yujiu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Xiaoba, and sure enough, he saw that Xiaoba's expression instantly became dangerous.
She smiled.
"Oh, Yujiu, so you came to see Brother Yanqing to practice swordsmanship?"
A chill ran down Yujiu's spine and he straightened his back immediately:
"No, no! Just, I've always heard that Zuo Shen is a master of swordsmanship, and I, I came here specifically to ask for advice. I just had a little discussion—"
As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and made a small gesture.
Xiaoba's smile became gentler:
"Really? You remember that he is good at swordsmanship, but you also remember that he was injured?"
Yujiu was immediately discouraged:
".Remember.Remember"
You run here every day, wishing you could bring all the medicine mountains here. Who doesn't know that Yan Qing is injured!
Xiaoba lowered his head and glanced at his hands.
The beautiful nails are shimmering, and the fingers are shiny and tender.
Then, she bent her eyes and asked very thoughtfully:
"Yujiu, if you really want to practice swordsmanship and improve your strength, master's swordsmanship is also very powerful, right?"
Bang!
Yujiu couldn't sit still and slid down from the chair.
He reluctantly stood up holding on to the table.
"Eighth, eighth sister, are you kidding me? My master is raising a baby right now!"
If he dares to bring the sword over to ask his master to "discuss", he can keep it and go in and out while standing up!
The emperor is guarding his master every day!
"Oh, you know that too."
Xiaoba responded lazily and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Then what are you still doing here?"
Yujiu wants to cry but has no tears:
"I-I'll go back right away and study hard!"
After saying that, he stumbled away.
When he reached the door, he paused, turned around, and seemed to want to say something else.
Xiaoba stood up, crossed his arms over his chest, and said lazily:
"Why, do you still want Eighth Sister to give you a gift?"
"Need not!"
Yujiu was frightened and ran away through the door.
Looking at his fleeing back, Xiaoba snorted lightly, then turned around and sat back down next to Yan Qing.
She took out the medicine and muttered:
".I'm really getting bolder."
Yan Qing looked at her puffing out her cheeks, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.
"It's a small thing, why get angry."
Xiaoba hummed.
"You think I don't know? Brother, they have been giving you a lot of trouble lately, right?"
Of course, Cen Yi did not come forward in person, but Shi Sanyue has always been on the same page, and thinking about it with his head, he knew that this was their unanimous opinion.
Xiao Ba comes here every day, but he doesn't know that they always come to Yan Qing to "discuss" things recently.
Yan Qing shook his head.
"It's not difficult."
Xiaoba glared: "You don't have to say good things to them just because you are worried about me. Don't I know them well?"
Yan Qing paused and said:
"I mean, I can handle the 'sparring' point, so it's not an embarrassment. What's more."
He looked at the girl next to him.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone from the window, casting a warm light and outlining her silhouette.
Every inch and every place is incredibly perfect.
Even her eyebrows had a rare tenderness and beauty.
It seems out of reach, yet so close.
The girl that Thirteen Yue had loved and doted on for so many years was now his, so it was no wonder that they behaved like this.
If it were him - he would certainly not be willing to part with it.
Xiaoba was a little emotional at first, after all, her man felt sorry for himself.
But after realizing that he didn't seem to be seriously injured, the dissatisfaction that lingered in his heart quickly dissipated.
When she noticed Yan Qing's gaze, she felt a little strange, and her face became inexplicably hot.
She stopped moving:
"What do you see me doing?"
She pursed her lips,
"clothing."
Yan Qing touched the button around her neck with one hand.
During this period of time, Xiaoba has indeed been responsible for taking care of his injuries.
His bony fingers had just unbuttoned a button when he saw Xiaoba reaching out and placing her hand on his forehead.
"Look, I'm sweating so much."
Yan Qing made a move.
Xiaoba seemed unaware, pouting and murmuring softly.
"What if the blow is too severe and the wound becomes inflamed and burns again?"
Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes a little dark.
"Don't worry, I'm always in good health."
Xiaoba retracted his hand and rubbed his face with his soft and shiny fingers, causing it to itch.
She snorted.
"I feel bad."
Yan Qing took a breath and buttoned up the buttons again.
Xiaoba was startled.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Qing stood up and picked up the sword next to him.
"Nothing, I just feel that the discussion with the Ninth Divine Envoy just now is still unfinished and should be continued."
Xiaoba was confused.
"ah?"
Still going
Everyone was driven away by her.
She stood up and subconsciously pulled Yan Qing's sleeves.
"Do you really want to go out? You haven't been injured yet—"
"My injury doesn't matter, it's almost healed."
Yan Qing tilted her head.
At this time, he was facing the light, and his handsome and cold face was hidden under the light and shadow, with a little darkness.
He looked at her, eyes gleaming, and after a moment, he spoke.
The voice is a bit low and hoarse.
"But I'm afraid of breaking my promise."
Especially the promise just given.
(End of chapter)