Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

"Then why didn't Jiang Qingyu tell father?" Jiang Mo was puzzled.

Even they were turned away!

"She can be stupid once, twice, but she can't be unprepared countless times, understand?" Jiang Zhuo explained nonchalantly with his hands behind his back.

"So what should we do next?"

"Wait until she comes out, and then keep an eye on Prince Xiao's movements."

"It's Dad."

"By the way, has the assassin from a few days ago been found?"

The assassin was not a big deal, but he didn't know who heard what he said to Mo'er that day. If it got to the ears of someone with ulterior motives, it would be a big trouble.

"Not... not yet. Judging from the signs of death, he was killed by a single sword in the throat. There is no trace left at all. It is obvious that he was a martial arts master." Jiang Mo looked embarrassed. Apart from the guards who were killed, there was no flaw at all.

"You mean it might be someone in the mansion?!" Jiang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

Jiang Mo shook his head in denial, "Since he is a master, it is normal for him to leave no trace."

"Just in case, Cha."

"Yes."

As soon as Jiang Mo left, he called the guards beside him.

"Master, do you have any instructions?"

"Tell them to behave themselves these days. There are too many people watching us, waiting for us to cause trouble."

Jiang Zhuo explained, his eyes becoming increasingly cold, with only traces of erosion by time, leaving only a settled grayness.

……

After resting, she asked Xiao Yanqing to teach her martial arts.

She hadn't been able to practice properly for so many days, and she needed this emotional breakthrough.

However, in Xiao Yanqing's opinion, whether she was competing alone or with him, she did not regress. Instead, she became more mature in the use of her internal energy.

Xiao Wenshu finally came back from his work and saw them practicing sword fighting as he passed by the courtyard.

A flash of cold light flashed, and everything was swept away by whirlwind. Her swordsmanship became more and more distinctive. Her soft but powerful body circled under Xiao Yanqing's sword.

The hem of her skirt and the scarf she wears can be turned into weapons for attack.

Xiao Wenshu observed silently from the side, and couldn't help but admire her learning ability, and the eyes that became like his brother's when she practiced martial arts, cold to the bone.

Although she had no expression, she still sent chills down one's spine.

"Yuer, it's been an hour." he reminded her.

Her body has not recovered yet, and it is not suitable for her to practice for too long.

"But I don't feel tired yet." She put down the sword and wanted to continue.

She felt that it was not enough and she should be stronger.

But he had already snatched the sword from her hand, took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Be obedient. If you want to practice tomorrow, I'll accompany you."

Seeing this, she stopped arguing and said, "Okay."

Xiao Wenshu stepped forward and said, "Qingyu is amazing. He hasn't practiced for such a long time and hasn't regressed."

But as soon as she said this, her face froze and she looked visibly disappointed.

"Ah! That's not what I meant..." Xiao Wenshu was very sad when he saw her pouting, so he quickly explained what he meant.

I clearly wanted to praise her.

Xiao Yanqing added, "Although his martial arts skills have not improved, he is very proficient in using his internal strength. It is already very good that Yu'er can do this."

Her pupils lit up when she heard this, "Really?"

"Really." He rubbed her head.

"Wow, my brother praised you." She was happier to hear her brother praising her than when he praised herself.

Her face was finally filled with joy, and the gloom just now dissipated, but she also continued to deepen her determination in her heart.

She must catch up with him, she must be stronger and stronger.

"Come and rest, Qingyu. I bought you something to eat."

When she heard about food, she immediately jumped over.

At this moment, Xiao Wenshu suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked something, a call that was so intimate and natural.

Yuer?!

His brother's name is Qing Yu, Yu'er? !

Was the person who spoke so tenderly just now his brother? !

He looked at Qingyu's face. Qingyu was in his brother's room last night. They were together...

"Thank you Wenshu, Wenshu is so nice." Her words interrupted Xiao Wenshu's thoughts.

Xiao Wenshu came back to his senses from his immersion and noticed that her face was full of joy.

It seems that I think too much.

Qian Yun, who was standing by, walked up to Xiao Yanqing and whispered, "Your Highness, I just found out some news."

"Go ahead."

"Something happened when the princess was in Jiang's house. It was said that there was an assassin who killed the guards and escaped. People from Jiang's house have also been lingering outside the house. I wonder if it has anything to do with this incident."

"Assassin..." He looked at her thoughtfully.

"Okay, I've been paying extra attention to the Jiang Mansion and..." He paused before continuing, "Him."

Qianyun immediately understood, nodded and retreated.

……

At night, she packed up and returned to the house.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Xiao Yanqing sitting there elegantly, flipping through a book with his bony fingers under the light.

The room was filled with a pleasant scent after a bath, and it was different from the one she used, mellow and warm, as if one had walked into a dense forest in an instant, with beams of light shining through, and the fragrance washed away by rain wafting through the room.

It seems that he came here just after taking a bath.

"Yuer, are you done packing?" Seeing her come in, he put down the book and looked at her.

"kindness."

"Did you take the medicine?"

"not yet."

He stood up and took out the ointment from the cabinet where the medicine bottles were kept, then pulled her over and motioned for her to sit down on the bed.

She was puzzled. Did he come here specifically to apply medicine to her?

Dip your fingers into the ointment and apply it back and forth on your lips.

She looked straight at him in front of her. Although Yan Qing was a royal family member, he was a general who survived on the battlefield. She wanted to know his past, but she knew that now was not the time.

His gentle movements made her mind wander a little, and she pursed her lips subconsciously.

Little did he know that this action, to him who was applying the ointment, was like kissing his fingertips.

He swallowed uncontrollably and withdrew his hand to hide the strangeness in his heart.

He turned his attention to her lazy eyes and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

She nodded, "Sleepy."

"Okay, rest early."

Just as he was about to put the medicine bottle away, she grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Your Highness, are you leaving?"

Yes, if he hadn't come, she would have waited patiently, but now that he had come, she couldn't let him go.

He put the medicine bottle aside, faced her watery eyes, and put his arms around her and put her on the bed.

"Yu'er, didn't you say to call me by my name?"

She didn't push him away, but just put her arm on his shoulder, "Are you calling Yan Qing's name when there's no one around?"

Hearing her say this, he frowned slightly, hugged her, and fell on the bed with her.

Before she could get an answer, he suddenly attacked her neck, spraying hot air on her skin, accompanied by a tingling pain.

"Yan Qing?" She was slightly startled. He bit her again?

I met his gaze in astonishment.

"Did I…did I say something wrong?"

"Yes."

She was stunned, and the corners of her lips instantly raised into a perfect arc, "But, if others hear it, wouldn't they..."

"I don't care." He blurted out the answer.

She was the exception, the one whose tender call could make him feel warm.

A charming smile spread from the corners of her lips to her pupils, and she put her arms around his neck and responded to his hug.

Then give the final answer, "OK."

"I want to hear it."

"Yan Qing."

Hearing her cry, a gentle kiss fell on the corner of her eyes, intimate, yet so natural.

The arms wrapped around her waist held her tightly, her body pressed so tightly against hers, her chest squeezed, it seemed as if the air between them was becoming thinner and thinner.

She was tightly surrounded by his scorching heat, and the warm fragrance was as comfortable as falling into cotton.

She closed her eyes, enjoying and immersing herself.

A gentle touch against freshly bitten skin.

"Yan Qing..." She called his name subconsciously.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Yan Qing is obviously very light."

But he still kissed her tenderly several times until she felt sleepy.

His soothing voice came to her ear, "Go to sleep, Yu'er."

She didn't understand. He was different from what she had imagined and was unexpectedly gentle. So what was the cause and effect behind this?

But no matter what it is, she will get rid of it, get rid of anyone who hurt him.