I broke my sleeves with the son

Jiang Luoqing actually didn't think about how to face what happened to him. He knew very well that his knowledgeable parents would be able to tell that the person in the prime minister's mansion was not him, because he found that the two of them only looked alike. That's all.

These years, after he returned to the capital, he only got together with Qi Du, and stayed in the prime minister's mansion for the rest of the time, not going out, so no one knew what he looked like.

Jiang Luoqing didn't care about the name of the prime minister's third son, what he cared about was why his parents asked someone else to replace him.

Could it be because he has become estranged from his family these years, he thought a lot, the more he thought about it, the colder his heart became, and in the end he didn't even have the thought of going back to his family to confront him.

After all, he is young, and always feels that every decision he makes is very chic.But when I look back later, I realize that the decision I made at that time hurt others as well as myself.

Jiang Luoqing slowly closed her eyes under the dappled sunlight.

In the next few days, Jiang Luoqing was very leisurely. Qi Jiao came to him once and said that she was going to find someone in the center of the capital and would be back in a few days.

Jiang Luoqing nodded at that time and didn't ask any more questions. Qi Jiao just left first, and Qin Ziyi happened to be investigating things today, so he didn't have much time to come to him, so Jiang Luoqing became quiet here.

Now in mid-May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the dawn is early. The earlier Jiang Luoqing gets up, the earlier Qingzhen Daimu also has to get up early, but neither of them said anything, because they both Have their own unspeakable little thoughts.

Let's not talk about what Qingzhen is thinking for the time being, let's talk about Daimu, he will wash up early and get ready at dawn, and then stand in the yard to watch Jiang Luoqing Wujian.

Jiang Luoqing hadn't washed yet, she was wearing a coat, her hair was all tied to one side by him, and occasionally a strand or two would sneak out as she turned around.

He didn't care about it, turned around and stabbed out with the sword, then slashed again, and then wiped it flat, the sword was sharp, and now Daimu's eyes were so hot.

As soon as Jiang Luoqing turned his eyes, he saw Daimu standing there. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he threw the scabbard to Daimu and said, "Catch it!"

Daimu caught it, but in a hurry.He held the scabbard carefully, and looked at the distinguished guest with a blank expression, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Seeing his blank expression, Jiang Luoqing reminded with a smile, "Come here and give me a few tricks."

The morning sun always looks very gentle in the cold morning wind. With Jiang Luoqing's back facing the sun, the pale golden sun shone all over his body, making his whole body seem to be glowing.

Daimu stared blankly, then retracted his gaze, he didn't know any kung fu, and he had almost forgotten the boxing skills he learned from the lame bastard when he was a child, not to mention that the person in front of him was an unstoppable distinguished guest.

Daimu knew very well that the most important thing for him to do at this moment was to kneel down and beg this nobleman to take back his order, but for some reason, as if he was still confused, he pinched the scabbard in his arms and said, "Obey."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Luoqing raised her eyebrows, held a sword flower and raised her chin to her cautious attendant, "Attack here."

Undoubtedly, his appearance was not coquettish, and there was a faint arrogance in his eyes, which was invisible in the past, Jiang Luoqing's unique confidence in his swordsmanship.

Daimu pursed her lips, took out the scabbard from her bosom, squeezed one end with both hands, and rushed forward brutally.

Jiang Luoqing sighed slightly, and easily relieved the strength from the scabbard that Daimu had slashed over. After a few moves, it was better to say that Daimu was giving him some moves, or that he was teaching him slowly Daimu.

Finally, when the time for sword practice in the past came, and Jiang Luoqing listened to his hand, Daimu was already sweating profusely and panting.

Jiang Luoqing turned to go into the room, only to be stopped by a voice that was breathing rapidly.

"Jiang, young master!" Daimu dragged his tired body and looked at the relaxed back, his eyes brightened, "Daimu, I don't know how you behaved today, how is it?"

Jiang Luoqing turned her head and saw a pair of expectant eyes.Sighing silently in his heart, Jiang Luoqing said, "This scabbard is not easy to use, you can find me two wooden swords tomorrow."

As soon as he said this, he turned around and went to wash, regardless of the change in Daimu's eyes.

Qingzhen was waiting on the second floor, waiting for him to change and wash, and helping him tie his hair.