First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 683 The Return of the Princess! (Two changes)

  The twilight is four times together, and the sky is burning with clouds and mountains and rivers.

  In the ruined temple, a monk, a teenager, and a small snake are sitting opposite each other in horns.

  The little snake ran several times, but was caught back by the boy. The boy shook the little snake so dizzy and turned. The little snake never ran again, and stayed there obediently.

   "Oh." The monk sighed, "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but that you can't learn those tricks at all. You can only learn how to use it, and you can't use its power."

  Gu Jiao said: "If you don't teach, you know I can't learn it?"

   "Do you have internal strength?"

"No."

   "Are you able to work lightly?"

   "No."

The monk    smiled and said, “Isn’t that enough? Only those with deep inner strength can exert its power.”

  Gu Jiao grabbed the little snake.

  The monk's face changed, and he stretched out his hand: "Hold on! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

  Gu Jiao's movements paused, and the little snake hung upside down in the air, coordinatingly spit out the harmless snake letter.

  The monk settled down, glanced at the red spear next to the straw mat, and said: "Your weapon is a gun. I will teach you a set of marksmanship."

  唔, the monk knows how to use marksmanship.

  Gu Jiao’s current marksmanship was taught by Lord Hou, and there were few tricks in total, and there was only one trick as a killer.

  That was chosen by Lord Hou based on her situation at the time. In fact, with the recovery of her strength, the shooting technique was really not enough.

  The monk stood up, walked over and picked up the red spear leaning against the wall, and walked to the open space outside the temple: "Look up."

  He tapped his spear on the ground, his eyes flashed, and his breath flowed in an instant, if there was an invisible wind blade sweeping through the world.

   Gu Jiao obviously felt that the monk's aura had changed. Actually, thinking about it carefully, this monk has been changing a lot.

  From him, she couldn't feel the aura of martial arts, so the first time he fell into the trap, she didn't think it was strange.

  But the terrifying power he exploded when he killed Sirius made him look like a different person.

  I really made Gu Jiao describe it, but Gu Jiao couldn't describe it.

  Perhaps...like a Buddha, a Buddha who has fallen into the magical way.

  At the moment, the Buddha's energy and demonic energy are gone, he dances with his spear, standing in the universe, and he is very upright, even his peachy eyes have become particularly serious.

   "What marksmanship is this?" Gu Jiao murmured.

  After finishing his last move, the monk threw the spear to Gu Jiao: "Okay, it's up to you."

  This long spear is very heavy, so he just threw it over, isn’t he afraid that she won’t be able to catch it?

  The spear was intentionally or unintentionally, and it brought a trace of the monk's own strength. Gu Jiao really almost couldn't catch it. She stabilized the bottom plate and thrust the spear heavily into the ground, so that it was not thrown to the ground.

  The monk raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yo, catch it."

   "So you did it on purpose?"

  "Try how you are recovering. If you are not physically strong, then I can't teach you the next few formulas."

  What he said was "try how you are recovering", not "try how your original strength is". The difference between a few words has a huge difference.

  He knows what she was like before she was injured.

   Then can she think that he was already there when she was playing against the six Prince Jin Yiwei five days ago.

  He kept observing secretly, and didn't take any action until she was gone.

   "Why haven't you done it yet? Didn't you remember? Then I'll call it again and show it to you."

"No need to."

The marksmanship taught to Gu Jiao by Master Hou laid a solid foundation for Gu Jiao, and she could basically understand some complicated moves.

  The only thing is that her injuries have not healed, she is indeed lacking in physical strength, but she doesn’t have to kill people, just practicing guns is enough.

  The monk stood at the door, staring at Gu Jiao non-stop: "The first style."

  The first type is the simplest. It is not much different from the most important move taught to Gu Jiao by Master Hou, but the tip of the gun is raised by two inches, and the force required to stab it out is more than 20% greater.

  Gu Jiao retracted the red spear, adjusted her breathing, and muttered to herself: "It looks simple, but I didn't expect it to consume so much energy."

  The monk unwrapped the wine pouch, raised his head and drank a big sip, looking at Gu Jiao for a moment, and said, "Second pose."

  Did the second form increase, Gu Jiao jumped up, and the spear pierced from top to bottom.

  Her angle is exactly the same as the angle the monk stabbed at the time.

  I can imitate it just once, which is really surprising.

  After these two moves, Gu Jiao consumed half of her physical strength, and her wound started to hurt.

Monk    did not intend to stop Gu Jiao.

   "The third type." He said sternly.

  It seems that since the monk started playing the red spear, and now watching her practice the gun, the monk’s aura is not much the same as she has ever seen.

  The third style is Chinese style. There is a trick to confuse people. It has extremely high requirements for speed and flexibility of the body.

  That is to say, Gu Jiao has never stopped exercising since crossing over, otherwise she would have to fold her waist.

  After this style, Gu Jiao gasped slightly.

  The monk looked at Gu Jiao quite unexpectedly: "I still have strength."

  Gu Jiao played all of the moves in one breath, saying that they were all, there are actually only five moves, but for each subsequent move, the difficulty is multiplied.

   The monk murmured: "This girl, I originally planned to let you finish it in three sessions..."

   Gu Jiao's legs were weak and she was about to fall down at any time, but she held it up with a red spear.

  She raised her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, panting, and said, "Anything else?"

  The monk was stunned: "More."

  He paused, as if hesitating, as if he had made a big decision, "Three Forms."

  Gu Jiao was tired and became a dog, with gold stars in her eyes. She didn't notice the entanglement in his expression. She handed him the red gun: "I'll take a few breaths, and you will start again."

  Otherwise she can't see clearly.

  The monk was standing in the open space under the twilight with a red spear. The night breeze blew up his monk's clothes and his robe stirred, and he stared at the sky.

   "I can." Gu Jiao said.

  The monk did not move.

  Gu Jiao tilted her head: "Monk?"

The monk held the red tassel gun tightly: "Since you want to learn, I will teach it to you, but you remember, you can't use this set of marksmanship for evil, and you can't use it to hurt the innocent, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands. "

  Gu Jiao sat on the threshold and looked at him with her chin: "You are so solemn all of a sudden, I am a little uncomfortable."

  The difficulty of the last three poses is not comparable to that of the first six poses. Gu Jiao sees it, but it's a little bit powerless to show them all.

  "Let’s practice today first." The monk said.

   "Oh." Gu Jiao received the red spear.

  The two of them practiced for a whole night and did not care about eating. The monk went to the creek behind the ruined temple and caught two fish and grilled them.

  He went to pick some wild fruits nearby.

  When he came back with a bunch of wild fruits, the two grilled fish had only bones left. Gu Jiao’s cheeks were bulging, her mouth moved quickly, and she was working hard to eliminate the evidence.

  The monk blasted his hairs on the spot: "Why are you finished eating again! You can't leave me some!"

  Gu Jiao bulged her cheeks, like a fat squirrel eating, and said vaguely: "It's too much consumption, I'm starving, I can't hold it back."

  Monk: "..."

  The monk went to catch two more fishes. This time he didn't leave a single step, resolutely guarding against someone stealing them.

  Little Snake was let go by Gu Jiao, after all, there was nothing wrong with it.

  Monk concentrates on grilling fish.

  Gu Jiao sat on the hay, took a cotton cloth from the small back basket and wiped the red spear carefully, like wiping a treasure.

  The monk watched her wiping the red gun, his thin lips pressed tightly.

  Gu Jiao noticed his gaze, and when she looked at him, he had already looked away and continued to grill the fish.

  In other words, the monk never asked why he appeared in Zhaoguo, why he was dressed as a man, and why he encountered the Jinyiwei of the Prince's Mansion?

  Is he not curious about her at all, or he has long been—

  The monk snorted coldly: “Don’t look at it, it’s useless to look at it, I won’t give it to you!”

   Gu Jiao’s thoughts were interrupted, she paused, and decided to ask him: "What is your name?"

  The monk has no name. Naturally, she asked about the dharma name. For example, Jingkong is a dharma name, but Jingkong likes this name, and it is still called Jingkong if it is vulgar.

  After asking, Gu Jiao secretly thought about what kind of dharma name the monk would call, only to hear him say a word softly.

  Gu Jiao was taken aback: "Steam? What to steam? Is it steamed rabbit or steamed spare ribs?"

  The monk roared: "Can you have something other than food in your mind?!"

  Gu Jiao: No, I'm starving out these few days.

  The monk sighed, picked up a dead branch, and wrote a word on the ground in Yan Guowen: "Zheng."

The word    does not seem to be a legal name anymore, it is his lay name.

  The monk ended the conversation: "It's late, you go to sleep."

  Gu Jiao: "I want to eat fish."

  Monk: "..."

After eating another plump and juicy grilled fish, Gu Jiao touched her chubby belly and fell asleep contentedly.

  ...

  In the night, Gu Jiao had a dream.

  After coming to Shengdu, she had obviously more dreams than before, but what is interesting is that she basically forgets when she wakes up, and in the dream, all the memories seem to be strung together.

  For example, when she came to the dream, she remembered the yard full of bell flowers and the graveyard without tombstones.

  Tonight is neither a yard nor a cemetery, but an endless battlefield, golden horses, iron horses, blood-stained yellow sand, endless fights, soldiers are constantly falling down, and the blood mist fills the sky with blood.

  Above the thousands of dead bones, a man in silver armor rides on a black wind rider that also wears silver armor, pulling the reins in one hand and holding the red spear in the other.

  His silver armor was already covered with blood, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.

  He looked at the thousands of troops and horses in front of him, and said every word: "Even if the son of the Xuanyuan family fights to the last person, he will never give in!"

  The next second, the picture in the dream changed.

   still this man.

  He was wearing silver armor, standing in the camp, looking at the official opposite, and said coldly, "Reverse? My Xuanyuan family is reversed, so what? Heavenly Dao sorry for my Xuanyuan family, my Xuanyuan family rebelled against this heavenly Dao!"

  "YinYin...YinYin..."

   is the man’s voice.

  The screen has changed again.

  His voice is particularly gentle and pampering in this picture.

  It’s just that his appearance is a bit horrible.

  He was hit with an arrow in his shoulder and two arrows in his thigh. He was lying on the ground, blood flowing into a river.

  He tried to support himself with his hands so that he could sit up.

  Beside him, there was a little girl who was only two years old squatting.

   "Uncle, you bleed, a lot of blood."

  He smiled nonchalantly, wiped the blood from the palm of the armour without a trace, then raised that hand and touched the head of the little girl: "The eldest uncle did not bleed. The eldest uncle is playing with the sound."

  The little girl tilted her head, as if she was trying to distinguish the truth from the truth in his words.

   Then she asked: "Uncle, does it hurt?"

  He smiled and said, "It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt at all. Yinyin, let's play a game, okay?"

  "What are you playing?" the little girl asked.

  He raised his head with difficulty, resisting the pain of tearing his whole body, and pointed to the small broken house in front of him and said, "Have you seen the small house in front of you?"

  The little girl nodded, and said milkyly, "Yinyin saw it."

He smiled weakly: "I count one, two, three, you run over, run very fast, don't stop, don't look back. You find a place in the house to hide, if you can let the uncle find it You, uncle will buy you sweets to eat."

  ...

  The little girl hid in the dark for a long time, until she woke up after a long sleep, and it was dark and bright again.

  She crawled out of the box very hard, stepped on her short legs, stumbled back.

  The mountains of the past have become a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood.

  Her lonely little figure crawled over corpses fallen in a pool of blood one after another.

   "Uncle, where are you?"

   "Yinyin can't play with you anymore."

  "Don’t have sugar for Yinyin, but uncle Yinyin."

  The little girl raised her head and looked towards the city wall.

  Gu Jiao: "Don't—"

  Gu Jiao shook her body and opened her eyes.

  The monk sat cross-legged next to her and gave her a smile, "have a nightmare?"

  It seemed to be a nightmare, but she didn’t remember anything when she woke up. There was only one picture—a man in silver armor was nailed to the city wall by a red spear.

  Gu Jiao rubbed her heart.

  The monk took a look, took out something from his wide sleeve, and threw it into her arms: "Here."

   "What?" Gu Jiao asked.

   "Sugar." said the monk.

   "I don't like candy." Gu Jiao returned the candy to him.

"Oh?" The monk raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. "Why would anyone not like sweets? My little disciple loves to eat too much. Every time he is unhappy, he can use sweets to coax him. Good coax."

  Gu Jiao asked him weirdly: "Do you still have an apprentice?"

  What apprentice can live in your hands for three days?

  What a tenacious vitality that must be!

  ...

  Gu Jiao did not dream again in the middle of the night, and slept until dawn.

  Her body is no longer a serious problem, even if people from the Prince's Mansion come to chase and kill her again, she can at least run away without saying that she has been beaten.

  It's time to go back.

   "Huh? Where's the monk?"

  Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

  The monk walked into the ruined temple with a bunch of fresh wild fruits: "Just deal with it and eat some, it's time to go on the road in a while."

  Gu Jiao said: "Are you leaving?"

  The monk said: "Are you not leaving?"

  Gu Jiao said, "I'm leaving."

  The monk said, "What else did you say? Hurry up and go on the road!"

"Oh."

  Gu Jiao ate a few wild fruits, so sour.

  After filling her stomach, Gu Jiao tidied up her things. There was basically nothing left in the medicine in the first aid kit, and the bow was also lost. However, you can make another one. With Master Lu and Xiao Shun, it is not difficult to make a bow.

  Gu Jiao puts a red spear and a small back basket on her back.

  The monk also stuffed the remaining sour fruits into her small back basket: "Hungry on the road!"

   Gu Jiao glanced at him sideways: "You didn't bother to take it before you gave it to me, didn't you?"

  The monk holds the prayer beads with one hand: "Amitabha Buddha, good and good, poor monks are all kind."

  Gu Jiao: I believe you are a ghost.

  The two came out of the ruined temple.

  In fact, Gu Jiao wanted to go to the imperial mausoleum to see the condition of the maiden, but six days have passed since the first wave of Jinyi guards were dispatched by the Prince's Mansion, and everything that should have happened should have happened.

   Either the lady was acting fast enough to find Jin Yiwei's body behind the broken bridge, and rushed back to Shengdu before the second wave of Jin Yiwei arrived.

  Either... the prince has been killed.

   "I want to return to Shengdu, where are you going to go next?" Gu Jiao asked the monk.

"I…"

  Just as the monk spoke, a murderous aura suddenly came from behind him!

  The monk turned around abruptly, blocked Gu Jiao behind him, and slapped him to meet the opponent's attack!

  The collision of this trick caused a crack in the road.

   Looking at the empty trail, the monk sneered, and said: "Heh, you dare to attack me so far, you know how to do it. Girl, you go first."

  Gu Jiao stretched out a small head from behind him, and asked: "Have you ever beaten it? If you can't beat it, I can stay and help you."

  If he is a guy who can pinch to death with one move, he won’t be able to force the monk out of his palm at once. The internal force of that palm is much stronger than when dealing with three Sirius.

The monk smiled carelessly, and narrowed his peachy eyes: "It's a tricky guy, but I can't beat it. I asked you to go first because you don't want the bull nose to see your face, thinking you and I are in the same group. If I can’t beat me, I’ll go to trouble you in the future. Of course, if you doubt it, stay..."

   Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw that Gu Jiao, who had been helping him a second before, was already running away without a trace!

  Monk: "..."

  ...

  Gu Jiao spent two days rushing back to Shengdu from Guanshan.

The people in the Prince's Mansion actually didn't know who killed the first wave of Jinyiwei. They followed the clues on the scene to find the ruined temple.

   Before she and the monk left, all the clues of the ruined temple were wiped out.

  As long as she does not reveal her stuff, she will not be discovered by the Prince's Mansion.

  Gu Jiao returned to the house in the evening.

  Mr. Nan heard the sound of horseshoes outside the door, she walked over without thinking, and opened the courtyard door: "Jiaojiao!"

  In the past few days, whenever there are horseshoes in the alley, Mrs. Nan will come out to take a look.

   "You're back!" Sister Nan looked around in the alley, pulled Gu Jiao in, closed the courtyard door, and bolted in, and asked worriedly, "Are you all right? Why have you been there for so long?"

   "I'm fine." Gu Jiao said, "Is everything okay at home?"

Master Nan sighed, "We are nothing, but Yan'er... had a heart attack. On the second night after you left, fortunately, he had the medicine you left behind. He burned it all night, but it was fine the next day. ."

  The second night she left was when she was fighting with Jin Yiwei.

  She was injured, so Gu Yan was also uncomfortable.

  "I'll go see Gu Yan." Gu Jiao said.

   "He just fell asleep." Nan Shiniang and Gu Jiao entered Gu Yan's room together.

  On the bed, Gu Yan breathed lightly and evenly, and his complexion was as pale as ever.

  Mr. Nan whispered: "Are you really all right? What happened?"

  Gu Jiao glanced at Gu Yan on the bed, and said to Nan Shi Niang: "I fought with the people in the Prince's Mansion and encountered a little trouble. After a few days of delay in the ruined temple, the trouble has been resolved, Nan Shi Niang don’t worry."

  Mr. Nan knew that she had a temperament to report the good but not the sorrow, and asked: "Are you hurt?"

  Gu Jiao denies: "I don't have one."

  You won’t admit it, Nan Shiniang reluctantly turned the article and said: “Liu Lang has been here several times, and just left this afternoon.”

   makes Xianggong and Xiaojingkong worried.

  Gu Jiao said, "I will go to town to find them another day."

  Mr. Nan said: "Then you find Xiaofeng to take you there, and he will come to ask you about your situation every day."

  Gu Jiao responded, "Okay, right, where are Xiaoshun and Master Lu?"

  Mr. Nan said: "They went to buy firewood. Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

  Mr. Nan came out of the house.

  Gu Jiao came to the bed, bent over, reached out and touched Gu Yan's forehead.

  Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes.

  Gu Jiao smiled softly: "I know you are awake."

  A light flashed from the bottom of Gu Yan's eyes, and he looked at her non-stop: "You lied."

  Gu Jiao opened her mouth: "I..."

  Gu Yan said, "You are injured."

  Gu Jiao knew that even if she could hide it from the people of the world, she could not hide it from Gu Yan.

  Gu Yan pointed to the edge of the bed: "Sit down."

  Gu Jiao said: "I am dirty."

  Gu Yan did not speak, but looked at her so stubbornly.

  Gu Jiao sighed and sat down by Gu Yan’s bed. Gu Yan put her head on her lap and hugged her waist: "Sister."

"Ok?"

   "Don't go out that long."

"it is good."

  ...

  Gu Jiao came out of Gu Yan’s house, and Mrs. Nan also cooked the noodles.

  Mr. Nan put a bowl of steaming bacon dried bamboo shoots noodles on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall, and asked Gu Jiao: "Yan'er is asleep?"

  Gu Jiao nodded: "Well, I fell asleep. He was really angry this time. I coaxed it for a long time."

  Senior Master Nan couldn’t help but say: “It’s not bad if I can coax it, and I won’t watch you go for a few days.”

  Gu Jiao picked up the chopsticks and asked, “I’ve been away in the past few days, nothing major has happened to Shengdu, right?”

  Mr. Nan thought for a while, and said, "The big event... there is indeed one thing."

  Gu Jiao sucked noodles for a while.

   Nanshi Niang said: "The lady is back."

  (End of this chapter)