"Okay, it's getting late. Let's go have lunch. General Feng, you are coming too."
Chu Yi glanced at Ning Huanxin and Feng Yan at this time, and slowly stood up while talking.
"oh."
Ning Huanxin nodded.
In fact, she was silent just now because she was trying to figure out—
Where has Feng Shisan gone
If Feng Shisan is really Chu Yi's trusted saint's disciple as rumored, will she be sent by Chu Yi to perform some mission? Or went to their world
It's not that Ning Huanxin has a conspiracy theory, but she thinks Chu Yi is too unreliable and weird.
… …
The three people arrived at the dining room one after another.
It was Feng Yan's first time here. When he saw two chairs in the dining room, he remained calm and just stood quietly at the back.
Chu Yi was still sitting in the main seat.
Ning Huanxin was sitting next to him. After she sat down, she looked at Chu Yi and then at Feng Yan, who could only stand.
Ning Huanxin said nothing.
Since this dynasty has its own rules, Ning Huanxin will not abide by them, but she will not destroy anything either.
She is just a passer-by here, nothing more.
Perhaps it was because of the third person. This time, Chu Yi did not take off his mask. He did not say a word during the entire meal.
It turns out that this is the normal style of painting of the Imperial Master!
After eating, Feng Yan respectfully wanted to leave.
Chu Yi just waved his hand coldly.
After coming out of the Imperial Master's Hall, Feng Yan felt the sun in the sky and still felt a little cold.
The yin energy in the Imperial Master's Palace is really too strong, and ordinary people can't bear it.
"Don't mention the saint's matter to anyone, otherwise, the nine tribes will be destroyed."
Chu Yi's voice transmission suddenly rang in Feng Yan's ears. Feng Yan looked stern, took a deep breath, and then slowly left the gate of the Imperial Master's Palace.
Before Feng Yan could leave the imperial city, he was stopped by someone.
"General Feng, Your Majesty invites you!"
His Majesty must have asked about the Imperial Preceptor and the Saint. Feng Yan lowered his eyes and followed ******** to His Majesty's political hall...
In the Imperial Master's Palace.
After lunch, Ning Huanxin continued to practice swordplay in her yard.
She was a good classmate who was diligent and studious. She practiced from afternoon to evening until the sun went down. Ning Huanxin ate something casually and continued practicing again.
How much does this guy want to kill himself
Chu Yi stood in the dark, quietly watching Ning Huanxin's efforts to kill him.
At this moment, he actually felt... very relieved.
… …
The days in the Dong'an Dynasty passed quickly, a little comfortable, but also a little strange.
Ning Huanxin never knew that she and her enemies could live in the same place so harmoniously.
Moreover, Chu Yi came over at a fixed time every day to guide Ning Huanxin in sword practice, rain or shine.
I can give him a certificate for being the most diligent master in the world!
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Ning Huanxin was extremely talented and her learning speed amazed even Chu Yi.
pity…
The time is still too short.
Chu Yi knew that there was not much time left for him.
"Okay, that's it for today's practice."
Chu Yi looked at the sky and interrupted Ning Huanxin's practice.
"Um."
Ning Huanxin nodded, and when she turned around, she saw Chu Yi standing not far away, with long hair flying. It was really pleasing to the eye.
She is obviously such a beautiful person, why...
Ning Huanxin thought of her side mission.
There is a side mission with a particularly high score in her underworld WeChat system, which is to find Master Yi and bring him to justice so that he will stop harming others.