Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

Ying Qi couldn't help but want to ask Li Xingjin, but in the end he still didn't ask.

Perhaps compared to other people, His Majesty has a bit of warmth towards him, but Ying Qi doesn't want to test the other party's tolerance for him.

The matter of the major general is not something he can ask.

Li Xingjin held Ying Qi in his arms, wiped off his sweat, and reluctantly let go of the shadow guard who started to feel awkward after regaining consciousness. Feeling the uncontrollable heat in his lower abdomen, he sighed in his heart. It was like an excuse to get people to bed, but now I know that it is not an absolutely good thing.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Ying Qi was a little surprised, why did His Majesty seem to have sweat on his forehead?

Li Xingjin endured it, and said angrily, "It's getting hot in the room."

Yingqi believed it was true, thinking about it for a while and opened the window for more ventilation.

Li Xingjin didn't need him to wait on him, he put on his clothes and said, "Today you go to Zhunti Palace with me."

Ying Qi hurriedly got up from the bed and knelt up to change clothes for Li Xingjin who got off the bed, but was pushed away gently: "You wear yours, and you will be leaving soon."

Li Xingjin looked at Ying Qi's open chest due to excessive movements, and the snow-white but not too thin skin was imprinted in his eyes. His shoulders were thin, his clavicles were like wings, and the wing sockets propped up were exquisite and beautiful, which made people unable to move their eyes away. .

He speeded up the movements in his hands. For the first time, he was not in the mood to tease the other party. He put on his clothes and left the dormitory.

Ying Qi was at a loss, so he packed up quickly and followed out.

There was still some time after breakfast, and Li Xingjin was processing the memorial in the hall, while Ying Qi walked around the desk like a cat, not knowing what to do.

Li Xingjin was amused, reviewed the memorial slowly, and asked, "Have you finished practicing today's calligraphy?"

Ying Qi answered yes, saw the emperor's raised eyebrows, and suddenly became vigilant again, just about to say something, Li Xingjin pointed to the rolled up rice paper on the desk, and said bluntly: "Then go and copy Copying poems, compared to others, your skills are too poor."

Ying Qi didn't say a word, picked up the rice paper silently, opened a sheet, saw that there were a few quatrains on it, picked a corner on the extra wide and long desk, straightened her waist, and took a pen to copy.

When he finished copying, the time was almost up. Gu Lin, the commander of the shadow guards, had already arrived at the Yulin Hall, leading the shadow guards who were in charge and carrying the sedan chairs, waiting outside the hall.

Ying Qi followed Li Xingjin out of the hall, met the person standing in front of the sedan chair, and was stunned.

Ying Liu stood awe-inspiring in front of the commander and the emperor, but still took the time to give him a look.

Seeing that the emperor had already stepped on the pedals and was about to get on the sedan chair, Ying Qi thought for a while, and stood with Ying Liu and other people guarding the sedan chair.

As soon as Li Xingjin stepped onto the sedan chair door, he turned around and stretched out his hand subconsciously, but found nothing.

He turned around and saw that the person who was following behind with his sword just now was standing behind Ying Liu on the left.

Ying Liu turned his back and put his heads together with Ying Qi, obviously talking a lot.

Ying Liu was approaching Ying Qi, whispering a few words to the other party, but suddenly felt a chill behind his back, as if he was about to be pierced by a cold gaze.

He hurriedly turned to look, but only saw that the raised car curtain was suddenly closed, and there was nothing in front of him.

Ying Liu looked around at the shadow guards around him, but found nothing unusual.He touched the sword in his hand, but didn't take it seriously. Zhunti Palace was full of hustle and bustle in the past few days. I don't know how many people tried to defeat him, but he kicked him off the martial arts field. Not unusual.

Speaking of this, Ying Liu reminded Ying Qi: "You had conflicts with those quasi-guards before, be careful that they don't deal with you today."

Ying Qi hummed, and just as Ying Liu breathed a sigh of relief, he heard him say: "They can't beat me."

It seems that Ying Liu's expression is too indescribable, Ying Qi comforted: "If we join forces, the chances of winning are still very high."

Ying Six: "..." Who taught you to be so proud?

But thinking of the scene where Ying Qi defeated him with dozens of moves before, Ying Liu rubbed his face, suddenly felt a little tired, and finally turned around and didn't want to talk to Ying Qi anymore.

Ying Qi behind him hugged the sword in his arms tightly, and lowered his eyes to cover the hesitation in his eyes.

The steward of the Zhunti Palace put a lot of thought into this exam. When Ying Qi came in, he almost didn't recognize the martial arts training ground he often came to.

In the north of the martial field, there is a small pool of water. On it is an arch bridge for ten people side by side. On the side is a fairly spacious platform. two distinct styles.

When Li Xingjin walked into the pavilion, he did not forget to hold Ying Qi: "You should watch carefully first, and compare later."

The commander followed and stood in the gazebo, not surprised at all when he heard this.

He has experienced Shadow Seven martial arts before, and to be honest, if he doesn't look at that face, but only looks at the opponent's moves and habits, the commander would think he saw the former Major General Song Qi.

so similar.

No wonder His Majesty wants to favor each other so much.

The commander didn't say anything, but the guards below didn't have such a big heart.

Especially those who don't know Ying Qi's martial arts, the contempt in their eyes is deeper. In their view, Ying Qi is treated like this because of her servile face and flattery.

Yang Zhun looked at the pavilion, his eyes fell on the handsome young emperor, showing a look of resentment, seeing Ying Qi behind him, his eyes changed again, wishing to kill him to vent his hatred.

Ying Qi in the gazebo noticed something, raised his eyes and looked over here, his eyes were calm, and against the backdrop of black pupils, he looked extraordinarily cold and ruthless.

Yang Zhun looked away in some embarrassment. It is undeniable that the scene of the opponent's murderous sword stabbing towards his face that day left a deep impression on him.

Naturally, Li Xingjin didn't come to see these people compete one by one, and the manager didn't dare to ask the emperor to watch here for a whole day, so according to the usual training, he only selected the best part of martial arts and arranged a competition to demonstrate the training As a result, for the rest, those standing outside the training ground are mostly not qualified to take the stage.

After Li Xingjin signaled that it was time to start, someone went to the steward to draw lots to decide their respective opponents.

Although there were not many people, because the guards were evenly matched, a lot of effort would be wasted in each match. Li Xingjin was not without martial arts skills, but he was used to admiring Song Qi's martial arts, so he became a little bored watching it.

Only two people stand out, naturally Yang Zhun and Gu Qingwu. Needless to say, Gu Qingwu is from the same line as Ying Qi, and they were all taught by the general himself. Every move is sharp and concise, while Yang Zhun's sword style is It is gorgeous, with some deliberate traces.

The two have been at odds for a long time, and many people are actually looking forward to a match between the two. Unfortunately, the two did not match in the end.

The two quasi-guards who won in the end can challenge the shadow guards according to the rules this time.

As soon as the steward finished speaking, Gu Qingwu looked straight at Ying Qi who was standing in the gazebo with an indifferent face.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate wants to challenge the Seven Guards. Do the Seven Guards dare?"

His words were arrogant, not like a challenge, but a provocation.

Everyone was quite surprised, but Gu Qingwu's younger brothers were not too surprised. They all sighed, and only hoped that the boss would not go too far for a while, so as to save some face for His Majesty's favorite guards.

Among the younger brothers, Zhunwei, who looked like a scholar, didn't think so. He always felt that it was not a coincidence that Riying Qi could easily escape from their eyes. Since this person was able to defeat Yang Zhun, he must have some skills, even though the boss has been fighting all these years. Hiding strength, but it may not be able to please.

The most important thing is that he has bet all his wealth on Qiwei, and he believes that the opponent will definitely win the boss!

Li Xingjin glanced at Gu Qingwu expressionlessly, patted Ying Qi's hand, and said warmly: "Go, play with him."

The steward was close, and when he heard this, he looked up at the emperor in surprise.

He usually doesn't care about the sparring between the guards, after all, there are many such things, there is no need to keep an eye on them, and Yang Zhun and his group lost to Yingqi, so there is no time to hide it, how could he let him know?

Gu Qingwu and the others?It's okay, why did they go to tell the steward about Ying Qi's martial arts, Ying Qi is under the control of the commander, and it's not their Zhunti Palace.

Therefore, the steward was puzzled. I hadn't heard that this Yingqi had any outstanding martial arts skills. Why did His Majesty's tone sound like letting a wolf to bite a rabbit?

He took another look at Gu Qingwu, who did not take His Majesty seriously at all, and was aggressively trying to challenge Ying Qi.

In an instant, a certain idea popped up.

Your Majesty wouldn't... secretly buy Gu Qingwu, so as to make his favorite guard happy?

He thought it was possible.