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

The next day.

On the bed, Xiao Yanqing loosened his hand slightly, and just as he sat up, he woke her up.

"Yan Qing...where are you going?" She wrapped her arms around his and was unwilling to let go.

"Yu'er? Did I wake you up?" He lay back on the bed and hugged her tightly. "There will be a court meeting today. Come back later in the afternoon to accompany Yu'er, okay?"

After learning this, she nodded obediently, "Okay."

His soft lips touched her forehead. "Yi'an will come over today to check Yu'er's pulse and see how she is doing, okay?"

"it is good."

"It's still early, Yu'er, go to sleep for a while and wait for me to come back."

He held her in his arms and patted her back until she fell asleep again.

Now he must find an opportunity as soon as possible. He has a bad feeling that if he continues like this, he will lose her.

After Qing Yu woke up, he packed up and saw Zhou Yian waiting outside.

Zhou Yian rarely stays in the mansion for a long time. If he does, he must be refining medicine in the mansion. The rest of the time he is either carrying out missions or sightseeing. This is what Yian said himself.

"Is Qingyu doing okay these days?" Zhou Yian walked in and noticed her face, which didn't look good.

"Fortunately."

In Zhou Yian's memory, she always had a smile on her face, no matter whether she was happy or not.

"Really?" He responded to her smile.

She obediently stretched out her hand and waited for him to diagnose her patiently, "Yian, will you feel sad when you recover?"

His pupils trembled slightly, and he looked up at her, "Qing Yu, do you feel sad?"

In the current situation, she is as calm as ever. If it were any other woman, she would have burst into tears and made a big fuss.

"I have feelings in my heart that I don't like. I don't know what they are, but I don't feel sad."

It's not that she didn't feel sad, but that she couldn't feel this emotion anymore. He also got the answer from her pulse, and now things were developing in a bad direction.

"If that's the case, I don't want to be cured."

"But, won't Qingyu feel pain?"

Why is she like this? Is it because of recent events that have affected her?

"Yeah..." She used her heart to feel the pain in her body, "It hurts, but it's better than being uncomfortable."

Seeing this, he seized the opportunity and asked, "Qing Yu has always been angry with His Highness, right?"

She was slightly stunned, and then turned into a smile, "I won't tell you."

His smile froze on his face, and he pursed his lips helplessly, "Let me know if I win the duel, how about that?"

"Okay." As expected, she agreed directly.

He discovered that Qing Yu didn't care about anyone except her senior brother, and was indifferent to other people. If he wanted to get something from her, he had to give her something in exchange. It would be anything as long as she could make her heart beat.

After they were ready, they headed straight to the open space for a competition. She liked practicing swordplay with Yi An, as his moves were more ruthless, decisive, and more penetrating.

The two men stood facing each other, their eyes sharp and cold as ice.

In an instant, the fierce battle made a "ping pong" sound in the empty air, the flowing cold flames ignited the entire open space, the swords and knives drove the bodies to rotate, and every step was impeccable.

Zhou Yian had to be more careful with everything on her body, the hem of her skirt, her sleeves, her shawl, because if he wasn't careful, they would get in the way and tangle him up.

He also had to admit that Qing Yu was a natural killer.

It has only been a few months, and although she cannot defeat herself, she is quite familiar with her attack habits.

After more than ten moves, the sword was placed on her neck, "Qing Yu, you lose."

She raised her eyebrows helplessly and answered the question just now, "Yes."

"Is it because he brought Zhao Wanqiao back?"

Hearing him ask again, she smiled comfortably.

In an instant, he saw through the meaning of that smile and had to continue if he wanted to know the answer.

"Okay, come on."

The internal force drove the sword, and in the blink of an eye the two were fighting each other. This time she was more ruthless than before, and one could even see her hidden anger. Zhou Yian also fought back fiercely as she expected.

Every sword grazed against each other's skin, and if they were not careful, they would be hurt.

Perhaps it was because of this that Xiao Yanqing was unwilling for them to practice sword together.

The winner was decided after twenty moves. The sword pointed at her chest stopped and she still lost.

"Yes." She responded again.

"How does Qingyu want to deal with this matter?"

The two began their competition. Unexpectedly, after only the third question, the competition became more and more difficult. Even if he could not win in a short time, he would never let him defeat him.

Until her golden shawl took away his sword and pointed her own sword at his neck.

"Haha, it looks like this problem is hopeless."

He looked at her in shock. Yes, this was the first time she defeated him in a competition.

She tossed him his sword and turned to leave.

"Wait, try again." He called her. He was obviously about to know the answer, and he couldn't let her escape at this time.

"I won't play anymore."

"Why?" He was puzzled. It was not even half an hour.

She casually twirled the sword in her hand and said nonchalantly, "Well... unless Yi An tells me, what are you hiding in your sleeves and on your waist?"

"How did you know?" He widened his eyes slightly, a little surprised. He felt that he had concealed it well.

"I've competed with you many times, and you're always used to wanting to get something out of there."

After hesitating for a moment, he rolled up his sleeves and revealed a dart-like hidden weapon tied to the inside of his arm.

"hidden weapon?"

"Yes, carry out the mission, just in case."

Her eyes flickered as she moved forward to take a look. Several sharp weapons of similar shapes were neatly tied to her arms, with mechanisms set up on them for easy removal.

A smile spread across his face, "I want to learn, too."

"No." He refused decisively without hesitation.

"Why?" She was a little disappointed.

"If I teach you something wrong, your highness will beat me to death."

She didn't refute, but her eyes stayed on his hand that lowered his sleeve.

"I said so, so here we go."

"Okay, but Yi'an is not related to the previous question. We have to change to another one."

Seeing this, he asked again, "What does Qingyu want to do most now?"

This time she lost again, and finally gave the answer, "Break the status quo."

"How to break it?" he asked.

She turned her eyes to notice the time, "I don't want to play anymore."

"Why?" Is this question the key and she doesn't want to answer it?

"Because... lunch is ready."

Before he could respond, she had already skipped towards the kitchen.

Zhou Yian: “…”

I watched her leave helplessly. Didn't this girl just have breakfast an hour ago? Why do I feel like I've been fooled?

He thought he was always doing what he wanted and not bound by other people's rules, but he didn't expect Qing Yu to be even more so.