Start practicing from marrying the disfigured princess

"Ming Hong?" Ren Pingsheng looked at the broken knife, not knowing what it was going to do, and called out softly.

Zheng!

The broken knife made a loud sound and flew to Ren Pingsheng's side. The side of the blade gently rubbed against his arm, looking cute.

"嘤嘤嘤——"

The fox curled up in Ren Pingsheng's arms, stretched out his little paws, pointed at the broken knife, and complained aggrievedly, and the meaning could not be clearer.

This knife is going to kill it!

"After Broken Blade awakened, I saw the little fox. I should know that it is my pet. Why do I still chase it and chop it for fun?"

Ren Pingsheng didn't understand what it was thinking, so he advised him earnestly: "We are all a family. Don't mess around when I'm not around."

Zheng!

The broken knife screamed again, and the tip of the knife was lightly tapped to indicate that he understood.

"never mind."

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand to gently stroke the little fox's head and said a few words of comfort.

The fox curled up in his arms and rubbed his chest gently with his head, his body still shivering.

Ren Pingsheng had no choice but to hold it and walk back to the yard.

Behind him, a broken knife hung in the air, the blade pointed at his back, trembling slightly, as if thinking.

Back in the courtyard, Ren Pingsheng began to practice as usual.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, two hours passed.

Ren Pingsheng exhaled a breath and opened his eyes.

He can feel it.

Compared to when he was at the eighth level, he could breathe out spiritual energy more efficiently.

Not surprisingly, within a year or two at most, he would be able to break through to the sixth level.

Breakthrough from ninth grade to seventh grade in half a year.

It would take another two years to break through from the seventh level to the sixth level.

Regardless of age, he can almost be compared with his father who once amazed the world.

But compared to his own wife, she is still slightly inferior.

The gold content of the thousand-year-old genius is not exaggerated. It is no exaggeration to say that no one in the world can match it.

It's a pity that because of an accident, everyone is now gone.

At this thought, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

"Speaking of which, since the dual cultivation method of Tianshi Mansion can suppress the poisonous poison, is there any way to reshape the Nascent Soul?

After the case in Mu Mansion is solved, go ask the Little Heavenly Master. "

As Ren Pingsheng was thinking this, he saw a little head peeking in from the door of the courtyard. After seeing Ren Pingsheng, two shallow dimples appeared on his cheeks, and he asked with a smile: "Is the prince's training over?"

"What's the matter?" Ren Pingsheng looked at Jiang Chuyue and asked in a calm tone.

Jiang Chuyue glanced at the little fox in his arms, with a bright smile on her brows. She winked playfully and said in a soft voice, "I'm here to remind the prince that it's been a month since the prince and his senior sister got married."

One month after getting married?

What's the meaning.

Ren Pingsheng was a little confused.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Chuyue was stunned for a moment and pouted: "The prince has forgotten... Senior sister has been waiting for the prince. If the prince doesn't come again, senior sister will be so anxious that she will beat him."

Ren Pingsheng was in a daze for a few seconds and suddenly came to his senses.

She was talking about double cultivation once a month.

But……

Didn't I say before that Chang An became obsessed with practicing martial arts and needed to take a while to recuperate?

"Is Chang An feeling better?" Ren Pingsheng asked.

"It's much better. Prince, don't worry, senior sister can do it."

After Jiang Chuyue finished speaking, she looked at the fox in her arms, winked playfully, and said with a hint of a smile: "It doesn't matter if the prince is a bit more aggressive this time."

Is this what Chang An means?

When Ren Pingsheng heard this, he couldn't help but think of the last time Chang An accidentally took Xiongfeng Pills.

Falling in love over time... doesn't seem impossible.

In arms.

The fox glared at Jiang Chuyue in embarrassment, his eyes seeming to say, you're done.

"Obviously it was you who prompted others to remind the prince, and now you pretend to be completely unaware. Senior sister is really hypocritical."

Jiang Chuyue thought so in her heart, but she didn't dare to say anything. She just said: "Senior sister is waiting for the prince in the house. Don't forget the prince."

After that, he left the yard.

Ren Pingsheng watched her leave, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

If Chang An really asked her to come.

Does it mean that Chang An is no longer as defensive about himself as before?

Having said that, it won't take long before I should be able to master the opening chapters of the Heart Sutra of Yin and Yang.

When the time comes, if you want to practice with Chang An, you must first pass on the knowledge you know to her.

If the two of them continue to be as at odds as they are now, it will be very difficult for them to proceed. It is better to take advantage of Chang An's initiative and have a showdown with her.

Tell her that he has been working hard to recover from her injuries.

Even if her appearance and cultivation cannot be restored in the future, he will stay with her for the rest of his life.

Otherwise, if they continue to be pretentious like this, I don't know when the two of them will be able to get along like a real couple.

With this thought in mind, Ren Pingsheng made a decision.

Confess your feelings to Chang An.

"You two be good, stay in the yard and don't run around, okay?"

Ren Pingsheng placed the little fox in his arms on the stone table and told it and Broken Knife seriously.

"What is he going to do? Could it be...but it's still daytime."

The little fox sat obediently on the stone table, with a hint of shyness in his eyes.

aside.

The tip of the broken knife was lightly tapped to indicate that he understood.

Ren Pingsheng glanced at them and felt that there would be no problem, so he walked towards the yard next door.

The little fox saw him leave, hesitated slightly, and closed his eyes.

The next second.

The soul left the body and floated to the next courtyard.

At the same time.

The broken knife flew silently into the air, the blade pointed at the back of the little fox, and the blade trembled slightly, as if trying to restrain something.

After an incense stick.

The fox still did not move.

It hesitated for a long time, but still did not make a move.

It circled in the air, flew into Ren Pingsheng's bedroom, came to the bed where he slept, and gently landed where he waded.

Feeling the remaining breath.

Minghong Knife seemed to be unable to restrain itself in excitement and trembled.

…………

The next courtyard.

The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled.

The hibiscus buds in the courtyard swayed in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance.

Ren Pingsheng walked straight to the door of the main room and called softly: "Is the lady here?"

After the voice fell, Chang An's slightly cold voice came for a long time.

"Yeah."

The door slowly opened.

Ren Pingsheng walked into the room and saw Chang An sitting in front of the dressing table behind the window.

The moon-white gauze skirt wrapped around her slender waist, with a swallowtail-shaped hairpin hanging down, and a white oval face covered with a veil.

Looking down, you can see the graceful swan neck and the clear collarbone.

Further down.

The calves are slender and round, with no pores on the surface, and a layer of luster like jade.

Above the calves, they gradually become plump, with a smooth and tender appearance. Putting on stockings may slightly tighten the flesh. Everything is just right. If you add one point, you will be plump, and if you reduce one point, you will be thin.

Such a perfect figure, even Ren Pingsheng, who has seen many beauties, can't help but be stunned for a second.

In front of the dressing table.

Chang An noticed his gaze, and her heart couldn't help but palpitate, but her eyes became colder.

Pretending to be indifferent to the world is a habit she has developed since childhood, and it has been engraved into her instinct.

After all.

The eldest princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the first genius in a thousand years, should be arrogant, cold and noble.

Her father thought so, her mother thought so, and everyone in the world thought so.

After a long time, she herself felt that she should be like this.

"What's the matter?"

Chang An looked at Ren Pingsheng with cold eyes, her red lips slightly parted, and her voice was like ice, which made people feel cold.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she regretted it.

She wanted to talk nicely, but why did she say it like this, as if she wanted to keep people away from her.

She... obviously didn't want to be like this.

Maybe.

Only when she caught a cold and her consciousness was confused, she could express herself normally.

This is the thought.

Chang An's curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a hint of loss.

On the side.

Ren Pingsheng didn't expect Chang An's attitude towards him to be so stiff.

After a few seconds of silence, he moved a chair and sat next to her. He spoke in a gentle tone, as if chatting, "Did you get used to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake last time?"

"Yeah."

"The people in the Guanglu Temple said that you like sweets, so I added some more honey. If you like it, do it again next time." Ren Pingsheng smiled gently and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Yeah." Chang An's eyelashes trembled and he responded softly.

"It seems that she doesn't dislike me so much... That's right, if she really made up her mind to keep me away from her, how could she come alone on the wedding night? For her, finding a substitute is not a difficult thing."

Ren Pingsheng thought about it for a while, took out an exquisitely crafted jade bracelet from his arms, spread it on his palm, and said softly: "I passed by a jewelry store a few days ago and saw this jade bracelet. I thought it matched you, so I bought it. Take a look, do you like it?"

After losing the jade bracelet his mother sent him, he went to the largest jewelry store in the capital and bought a replacement.

At that time, I also carefully selected it and spent a lot of money, but I never had the chance to give it to Chang An.

"Like..."

Chang An wanted to say that he liked it, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it no matter what. His eyelashes trembled for a long time, and finally he just nodded gently: "Yeah."

After the voice fell, she suddenly had an urge to leave this body and return to the body of the fox.

At least, there, she can do what she wants according to her heart.

"She wanted to say... like it just now?

Is it because of PTSD that she can't say it?"

Ren Pingsheng thought he had hallucinations, and a trance appeared in his eyes.

"Whether she said it or not, she likes this bracelet, it's always right."

He thought of this.

Ren Pingsheng decided to make a more groundbreaking attempt and asked softly: "I'll put it on for you, okay?"

After the voice fell.

The room fell into silence.

Just when he thought that Chang An resisted physical contact with him.

The cold voice sounded again.

It was no longer "Yeah".

"Okay."

Just one short word.

Ren Pingsheng could still hear the trembling in her voice.

After thinking for a while, he said softly: "If you don't like it, you can refuse it. Don't force it."

Chang An turned his face away, his eyelashes trembling, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "..."

Outside the house.

A breeze blew by.

The leaves rustled.

Ren Pingsheng's eyes showed a trance: "Chang An...did you speak just now?"

No matter if she said it or not, judging from her performance, she should not resist him putting the bracelet on her.

He thought to this point.

Ren Pingsheng reached out and held Chang An's little hand, which was smooth and tender, soft as if boneless, but a little cold, like holding a piece of ice.

"It's so cold... Is it because you haven't recovered from the last time you were possessed?"

Ren Pingsheng thought for a moment, reached out and held the other little hand, put it in his palm, and used the temperature of his palm to warm them.

"If you feel cold, you can put a stove in the house."

Ren Pingsheng gently stroked a pair of soft and cold little hands, his voice gentle.

Chang An still turned her face away, looking out the window with cold eyes, her long eyelashes trembling constantly, and her breathing became inexplicably rapid.

Ren Pingsheng warmed her hand for a while, slowly let go, and held her slender wrist.

It was smooth and tender, soft, with protruding wrist bones, and there was a slight bump in the palm of his hand.

The other hand picked up the jade bracelet on her leg and gently put it on her.

The ten fingertips were like bamboo shoots, and the wrists were like white lotus roots... From the slightest, you can tell how beautiful Chang An was before she was disfigured.

Ren Pingsheng held her hand, his fingertips just touching her pulse. The faint beating sensation rushed into his heart along his fingertips, and his heart couldn't help but palpitate, and he called out softly.

"Madam..."

The warm touch of the palm of his hand went along the slender jade arm, into his heart, and spread throughout his body.

Chang An's heartbeat became more and more intense, and his breathing became more and more rapid. It took him a while to suppress the emotions in his heart, turned his head, and looked at the jade bracelet on his wrist.

The white jade bracelet without impurities, worn on the wrist, set off the skin as white as snow.

Ren Pingsheng saw her staring at the jade bracelet in a daze, and sincerely praised: "Madam's hands are beautiful."

The gentle voice seemed to ring in her ears.

In a trance, she seemed to be able to feel the hot breath sprayed on her earlobes, and it was numb like an electric shock.

But her eyes became colder and she turned her face away and looked aside.

"Are you angry?

Yes, such praise will only bring back painful memories in her heart.

I am still too reckless."

Ren Pingsheng held her little hand, hesitated for a moment, and slowed down his tone: "Madam, I borrowed a set of exercises from the old Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain."

The voice fell.

Chang An still turned his face away and looked away, without any reaction.

Seeing that she was not opposed, Ren Pingsheng continued to talk to her in a casual tone: "The name is "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra". After practicing, it will be good for Madam's body."

Chang An was still silent, like an ice sculpture, motionless, and silent.

"In a few days, I plan to practice with Madam, what do you think?"

Ren Pingsheng held her soft little hand, subconsciously pinched it gently, and asked softly.

"Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra... In that case, wouldn't it be necessary to practice it every few days in the future... once."

As a disciple of the Ren Sect.

Chang An was not unfamiliar with this Taoist practice handed down from ancient times. When he heard Ren Pingsheng's words, he couldn't help but think of the storybook he had read a few days ago and the various knowledge described in it.

Her pretty face was flushed, her cold eyes were filled with a layer of mist, and her breathing became rapid.

On the side.

Ren Pingsheng waited for a long time but couldn't get a response, and he had roughly understood it in his heart.

He didn't refuse, and it was probably that he agreed, but he was just embarrassed to express it.

"Looking at it this way, no matter what the reason, Chang An is not opposed to the matter of dual cultivation."

Ren Pingsheng made such a judgment, and his mentality also changed.

He sniffed the faint fragrance from the tip of his nose.

He held the smooth and delicate little hand.

As far as his sight could reach, he saw the white and slender swan neck, and the oval face with perfect contours even though it was covered with a veil.

His heart beat uncontrollably.

At this time.

Jiang Chuyue's words before rang in his ears: "It's been a month."

Yes.

It's been a month.

You can continue to practice.

It has nothing to do with romance, it is just for Chang An's condition, so it should be like this.

"Ruyan..."

Ren Pingsheng called softly, stood up slowly from the chair, picked up the comb on the dressing table, and slowed down his tone: "We have been married for many days, but I have never dressed you up. How about combing your hair today?"

Chang An said nothing, her pretty face was as cold as frost.

Her slender little hands clenched gently, and sweat came out of her palms. I don't know if it was because of nervousness or some other emotion.

Seeing that she did not refuse, Ren Pingsheng took off her hairpin, and her black and shiny hair spread out and fell on her shoulders, and the faint fragrance of rouge came to her face.

Suppress the throbbing in your heart.

Reach out and touch her hair, run your fingers through her hair, put them on her shoulders, and knead them gently.

After a while, start to comb her hair gently with a jade comb.

Outside the house, the leaves are still rustling.

Inside the house, except for the sound of combing the hair, there is only the sound of the two people's breathing, which is long and lingering.

As time passed.

The two hearts gradually calmed down.

The warm big hand brushed across the neck from time to time, and there was a feeling of electric shock, tingling and numb.

Chang An's heart beat rapidly, and unconsciously, she found that she had become dull.

She didn't even notice when he picked her up horizontally.

It was not until she was gently placed on the couch a few seconds later that she reacted belatedly, but at this moment, she had lost the instinct to dodge, and let Ren Pingsheng gently touch her delicate earlobe.

Her pretty face became red as if it was congested, and her breathing became rapid.

After a few breaths.

Ren Pingsheng looked at Chang An's tightly closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, and knew that it was almost time.

He slowly leaned down and kissed her gently on her smooth forehead.

Then, slowly downward, one hand gently lifted her veil.

Suddenly.

Chang An's body trembled slightly, and his voice trembled, almost pleading: "Don't... don't look..."

"Um."

Ren Pingsheng knew that she was not ready, so he didn't force her. He closed his eyes, lifted the veil, and kissed her.

With a light touch from the corners of his lips, the electric current instantly exploded, spreading throughout his body and paralyzing his soul.

"Uh-huh——"

Chang An pursed her lips tightly subconsciously, and her slender hands pushed her chest, but they were so weak.

outside the window.

The wind gradually died down.

The branches no longer swayed.

This state lasted less than half a stick of incense.

Suddenly a strong wind blew in the courtyard.

The tree trunks and branches and leaves swayed wildly.

"Woooooh——"

The strong wind roared, like complaining or crying.

…………

Half an hour later.

Jiang Chuyue returned to the courtyard with two candied haws in one hand and a cluster of wild flowers in the other.

"division……"

Just as he was about to call his senior sister and give her a piece of candied haws, he heard senior sister's cry coming from the room, and his heart suddenly clenched.

"Senior sister, what's going on?"

Jiang Chuyue frowned slightly, anxious in her heart, and walked towards the main room, placing her two slender hands on the door.

The next second, he will push the door open and enter.

Right now.

The cry came again.

It seems...something's not quite right.

But she couldn't tell what was wrong.

After standing at the door and listening for a while, I realized something, and my delicate little face turned red.

It's obviously still daytime.

How could Senior Sister just... just start practicing?

Jiang Chuyue thought of the story books she had been reading these past few days. She bit her tongue before resisting the urge to push open the door. She tilted her hips, leaned against the wall, and listened.

…………

At night.

The faint moonlight brushed over the tearful clouds, making no sound.

When Ren Pingsheng returned to his yard, he felt refreshed and even the air became fragrant.

If I had known that Chang An was not against cultivation, I should have been honest as soon as possible...

At this thought, he shook his head and rejected the idea.

Feelings are gradually warming up.

If she didn't have the patience to instill so much knowledge into Chang An from the beginning, she would definitely not be able to accept it.

It is precisely because I endured my temper and took steps step by step that I achieved today's results.

but.

Unfortunately, although I was able to suppress the effects of the Gu insects during my practice, I still couldn't see Chang An's face.

It seems that the disfigured face is indeed a worry for Chang An.

It will take time to heal her trauma.

After understanding the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra" in the future and practicing regularly, Chang An will gradually open up his heart and take the initiative to lift the veil.

Ren Pingsheng thought wildly for a while, then called a guard and ordered: "Go get water, I want to take a bath."

The practice is over.

His body was covered in sweat.

Gooey.

Gotta clean it up.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The guard responded, turned and left.

Take advantage of the break while he is fetching water.

Ren Pingsheng sat on the stone bench, closed his eyes, and began to practice the "Longevity Kung Fu".

at the same time.

What he didn't notice was.

The broken knife flew up from the stone table and hung in the air beside him.

The blade went straight towards his mottled neck, and the blade trembled violently, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

Moonlight fills the earth.

Hazy.

It seems that a girl with long hair reaching her waist can be seen, staring at the mottled marks with cold eyes. Her beautiful face has no expression at all, and her eyes are full of gloom.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

Ming Hongdao finally suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, returned to the stone table, and lay down obediently, as if nothing happened.

at the same time.

Ren Pingsheng also finished his training and slowly opened his eyes.

Just as he was about to pick up the Minghong Sword and practice the "Dragon Song Sun and Moon Slash" for a while, he heard Xiao Nuxia's voice not far away.

"Hey...why does it smell weird?"

"Really? Why didn't I smell it?" Ren Pingsheng replied in a pretentious manner.

"have."

Xiao Nuxia nodded affirmatively: "It smells like some kind of flower, it's weird indescribably."

When Ren Pingsheng heard this, he fell into silence. After a while, he asked: "How is the investigation of the case?"

Listen to him bring up the case.

Xiao Rongxue stopped worrying about the smell in the yard and said, "After checking for a whole day, I secretly looked at all the scarred faces in the world, and none of them looked like the one in your portrait."

Ren Pingsheng said: "This is a big deal, and it is impossible for the other party to use those gangsters from the outer city to fool around."

Xiao Rongxue did not agree with this and retorted: "It is not just ruffians who are involved in the world, some gang leaders can even practice to the peak of the sixth level.

Besides, wouldn't it be more appropriate for a local gangster to come forward for this kind of thing? Throw it away after use, kill people and silence them. "

When Ren Pingsheng heard this, he thought for a few seconds and nodded slightly: "You are right, I considered it one-sided."

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng recognized his statement, Xiao Rongxue raised her eyebrows, looking quite proud, and said with a smile: "It is not easy to be recognized by Ren Shenqing."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have thought of something, and then said: "By the way... I got some information about the fourth-grade martial artist you asked me to investigate before."

Fourth grade martial artist.

Is it Ding Shen who assassinated him and Yun He?

Ren Pingsheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "What news?"

Xiao Rongxue said, "That Ding Shen is from Jiangdong. He had been active in the prefectures and counties of Jiangdong ten years ago. He was not well-known. Later, for some reason, he suddenly became a fifth-rank warrior. After that, he began to roam around, killing people and robbing goods. Because he didn't kill many people, the local government didn't take it seriously.

Later, after he broke through to the fourth rank, he became more and more arrogant and domineering. Just because he had a quarrel with someone, he slaughtered the whole family. The influence was extremely bad. He was wanted by the court until you killed him."

Another person from Jiangdong.

Ren Pingsheng found that the incidents he was involved in these few times were more or less related to Jiangdong.

Miss Qingying was from Jiangdong.

Mu Ying was transferred from Jiangdong to the capital.

This Ding Shen also made his fortune in Jiangdong.

However, Jiangdong is the richest place in Dazhou with a large population, so it is normal that he is more likely to come into contact with him.

He didn't think much about it and turned to think about other things.

The information currently known.

In addition to Ding Shen's origin in Jiangdong.

Another most important information is the reason why he was wanted by the court.

A fourth-rank warrior slaughtered a whole family because of a quarrel. This is normal in the land of Da Zhou.

After all, the power of the court in the local area is weak, and it may not even be comparable to the local noble families and famous sects.

It is inevitable that knights break the law with martial arts.

But.

Ren Pingsheng always has a feeling that Ding Shen's slaughter of a whole family may not be a momentary impulse, but for other reasons.

With this thought, he looked up at the female knight Xiao and said seriously: "Can you help me investigate again, who was the one whose whole family was slaughtered by Ding Shen? If possible, investigate the identities of more people killed by Ding Shen."

"Okay!" Xiao Rongxue nodded without hesitation.

At this time.

Several guards walked into the yard with boiled hot water.

Li Yong followed behind, holding a large bathtub.

"Prince, the hot water you requested."

"Send it to my room."

Ren Pingsheng said calmly.

"Yes."

Li Yong and the guards responded and carried the bathtub into the room.

Xiao Rongxue stood there, looking at the bathtub, the dusty memories reappeared in her mind, and her face flushed slightly.

Ren Pingsheng saw that her expression was a little strange, and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm going back to rest."

Xiao Rongxue's pretty face was slightly red, she picked up the embroidered spring knife, and walked towards the house.

Ren Pingsheng thought for a while, and asked: "Do you want to take a bath?"

The voice fell.

Xiao Rongxue paused, her face flushed instantly: "You, you, you, what are you talking about..."

"?"

Ren Pingsheng looked confused: "What's the problem? Didn't you take a bath often before?"

Hearing this,

Xiao Rongxue's face turned even redder. She glanced at the guard who was carrying the bathtub and lowered her voice: "Don't talk nonsense. Who bathes often? It was just that time."

"?"

Ren Pingsheng was even more puzzled: "On the day when Xia Miao ended, you bathed and asked me to go back to the room to practice."

As soon as these words came out.

Xiao Rongxue was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "You mean to separate..."

He stopped talking at this point.

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng realized something and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xiao... What do you think, Master? Bath together?"

The voice fell.

The guards not far away all paused, and then pretended not to hear anything. After putting down the bathtub, they left the courtyard quickly without saying hello, fearing that they would hear some explosive news again.

"..."

Xiao Rongxue's face was red as if it was about to bleed, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Ren Pingsheng stopped teasing her when he saw this: "Just kidding, I'm going to take a bath, you go back to the room, don't peek."

This was what Miss Xiao said to him a few days ago, and he returned it intact.

After saying that, he walked into the room, leaving Miss Xiao standing there alone, gritted her teeth, and shouted in shame in her heart: "Ren Pingsheng!"

…………

The next three days.

Mu Ying's case never found any new clues and came to a standstill.

Ren Pingsheng had no way to deal with this, so he could only wait patiently and practice at the same time.

In the meantime, he also took time to go to Guanglu Temple to make two osmanthus cakes.

One was given to Chang'an.

The other was supposed to be sent to the palace and given to his sister-in-law.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by the guards at the palace gate, saying that it was the emperor's oral order that the prince of Zhenbei would not be allowed to enter the palace in the next fifteen days.

It was useless to take out the gold medal for entering the palace.

Ren Pingsheng had no choice but to take the osmanthus cake back to the mansion, which was a bargain for the little green tea Jiang Chuyue.

When Jiang Chuyue received the osmanthus cake, she was so moved that she burst into tears, as if she wanted to marry him for this little treat.

Ren Pingsheng felt a little embarrassed even though he knew she was acting.

How can I describe that feeling?

It's like something you bought casually outside and gave to San'er, but San'er didn't want it and took it home to his wife, who treasured it.

Although this metaphor is not appropriate.

But Xiao Lucha's superb acting skills did give him this illusion.

In short.

These three days were quite leisurely and felt like home.

Time passed by like a white horse.

In the blink of an eye, it was a brand new day.

The morning mist filled the courtyard.

The breeze blew gently, bringing a little coolness to this summer.

On the bed.

Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and signed in as usual.

[Sign in successfully, Agility +1]

The familiar system prompt sounded.

Ren Pingsheng got up and changed his clothes, picked up the broken knife, walked into the yard, and began to hone his martial arts.

After a while.

Footsteps were heard not far away.

A guard stood at the door and reported: "Prince, there is a man outside, claiming to be the son of Linjiang Marquis, and wants to see you."

The son of Linjiang Marquis?

Ren Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that it was Chen Zhiming, and then recalled.

"Zuihua Pavilion, banquet... I almost forgot."

Ren Pingsheng looked at the guard and nodded slightly: "I know."

Then, he put the broken knife back into the house and walked out of the courtyard.

The door of the mansion.

Chen Zhiming, dressed in brocade and gorgeous clothes, saw Ren Pingsheng and smiled: "Excuse me for disturbing you, I want to go to Zuihua Pavilion with you, Prince, don't you mind?"

Thanks to you for coming this time, otherwise it would be a bit inappropriate to agree and then break the appointment.

Ren Pingsheng thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud. His tone was gentle: "It's a good idea to go together. I also want to ask who will attend this banquet."

While speaking.

The guard had already brought a horse.

Ren Pingsheng jumped on the horse, looked at Chen Zhiming, and smiled: "Let's talk on the way."

"Okay."

Chen Zhiming nodded, pulled the reins, controlled the horse, and said as he walked: "There are no outsiders, just us, the sons of military merit who escaped from the Xia Miao hunting ground. In addition, there are King Jin and several princes..."

Speaking of this, he paused and sighed leisurely: "In fact, no one originally invited King Jin and the princes to a banquet. I don't know where King Jin heard the news and insisted on joining in the fun. We can't refuse, so we can only agree."

"As far as I know, King Jin has a good reputation both in the rivers and lakes and in the temple. He is known as the Three Wise Kings. According to Brother Chen, everyone doesn't seem to be as rumored about King Jin."

Ren Pingsheng said casually.

He didn't have much contact with King Jin.

The biggest impression of him is.

Miss Xiao ended up like this because she assassinated him.

Speaking of which.

I still don't know why Miss Xiao took such a big risk to go to Beijing to assassinate King Jin.

Miss Xiao doesn't like to use her brain when she does things on weekdays.

But it doesn't mean she has no brain.

Going to Beijing to assassinate a highly prestigious prince is a life-or-death struggle, but she did it anyway, which means that King Jin must have done something that touched her bottom line.

To be precise, it should be King Jin's men who did something that angered the heavens and the people, touching Miss Xiao's bottom line, inspiring Miss Xiao's chivalrous courage, and making her travel thousands of miles from Jiangzhou to assassinate the mastermind behind the scenes.

"I don't know what King Jin did to make Miss Xiao so angry. I'll ask her when I go back."

As Ren Pingsheng thought about this, Chen Zhiming's voice came to his ears.

"The three wise kings... hehe, just seeking fame and reputation."

"What do you mean?" Ren Pingsheng showed curiosity in his eyes.

Chen Zhiming said: "Every time the emperor gave him a task, within a few days, everyone from the nobles to the common people knew what he had done, but he pretended to be ignorant.

Even a fool could figure it out. He must have been behind the scenes to instruct others to spread the news.

Also, distributing porridge and grain, which seemed to benefit the people, but where did he get the money to do these things? It was all from the people's fat and blood..."

He said a lot in one breath, and belittled the King of Jin in his words.

Ren Pingsheng listened silently and did not respond.

For a while.

Chen Zhiming paused: "If the emperor chooses him as the prince, he will be really confused..."

Because he was confused, Ren Pingsheng interrupted him: "Be careful with your words."

The voice fell.

Chen Zhiming paused, and was silent for a while before saying: "In short, I don't like the King of Jin. Of course, he doesn't care whether we like him or not. Well, let's not talk about him, let's change the subject..."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at Ren Pingsheng, and asked: "Does the prince know why we are holding this banquet?"

Ren Pingsheng smiled: "It's just to drink and have fun."

Hearing this, Chen Zhiming also smiled: "Hahaha... That's true, but this is only one reason, there are two and three."

"Tell me."

"The second reason is to thank the prince for saving my life..."

"I..." Ren Pingsheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was interrupted before he opened his mouth.

"Your Highness, don't be modest. We have all heard from our elders that the hunting ground is isolated by a magic circle. If it weren't for the Prince fighting the monsters alone, we would have died ten out of ten.

Your Highness, we must thank you for saving our lives, but we don't have to obey you from now on. We can just hold a banquet and have fun, and you don't have to pay."

He laughed.

Ren Pingsheng also laughed twice: "That's great."

You really flatter me, I'm afraid that the person in the palace will be uneasy...

Thinking so in my heart, I didn't say it, just asked: "What about the third one?"

Chen Zhiming said: "The third one is that we plan to go south to fight the monsters in a few days, and have a small gathering before leaving."

The tone was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Ren Pingsheng was stunned when he heard it.

For these military meritorious children, staying in the capital to practice silently and then going to southern Xinjiang when the time is right is the best choice.

They chose to go south to kill monsters when they were still young. It takes great courage to do so.

I have to admit it.

It is not easy to make such a decision.

After a few seconds of silence, Ren Pingsheng asked: "Is it your own idea, or..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Chen Zhiming say: "If we were to choose, we would definitely stay in the capital to eat and drink well, practice when we are free, rely on the resources of the family until we reach the fifth rank, and then fight the monsters.

It's a pity that things did not go as we wished.

The emperor has an order, and the elders in the family have plans, so we have to do it..."

Speaking of this, he paused, and his tone became a little lower: "Actually... I don't know what others think. As for me, even without the emperor's order, I also want to go to southern Xinjiang to try my luck.

It would be best if I could make achievements. If I can't do it, I will return with my body wrapped in horsehide, which is not a disgrace to the family."

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng showed a touch of respect in his eyes.

Regardless of whether he could achieve success or not, the fact that he gave up his leisurely life of wealth and glory and went south to fight the demons was respectable enough.

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by the prince. Before Xia Miao, the demons were just toys that I could play with at will.

Even before Xia Miao, I didn't take the demons seriously. Who would have thought..."

As Chen Zhiming spoke, bloody scenes in the hunting ground appeared in his mind. His eyes were heavy and his tone became heavier: "The demons are so terrible..."

He wanted to say something, but for some reason, his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't spit it out.

After a while, he smiled and looked at Ren Pingsheng, his eyebrows raised, and his tone was frivolous:

"By the way, I have two cat demons and two rabbit demons in my house. They are all trained to be obedient. Anyway, I may not be able to come back alive. It's meaningless to keep them. If the prince is interested, I will give them to him."