I heard you mix six doors gl

"Jingyun, pick up the knife."

On the second day, Yunqi still came to the Shenhou Mansion to teach martial arts, and Su Jingyun went out to greet him.Yun Qi gave some pointers, and then said that he wanted to try Su Jingyun's sword skills.The two went through a few moves, Su Jingyun was absent-minded, and was knocked down by Yunqi.

Su Jingyun picked up the knife, and when he saw Yunqi holding the sword, he seemed hesitant to speak.

Yun Qi put away his sword: "You are not in good spirits today, so stop practicing and go to rest."

Su Jingyun immediately woke up: "It's okay! I'm fine!"

As soon as Yun Qifu turned around, he suddenly stabbed with a sword: "Then cheer up!"

Seeing that the sword was coming like a shuttle, Su Jingyun quickly dodged to guard his acupoint, but his negligence not only caused Yunqi to knock down the sword, but also fell to the ground.

"never mind."

Yunqi came over and stretched out his hand to pull Su Jingyun up: "Did you fall down?"

Su Jingyun shook her head: "No."

Yunqi asked his servants to pour tea, and asked Su Jingyun to sit over: "It seems that you have something to tell me."

Su Jingyun really wanted to ask, why did you leave the knife to me back then, but now you use the sword yourself?But Yun Qi had something to say first, and it was hard for Su Jingyun to speak without talking about the past.

Yunqi took a sip of tea and suddenly said, "Jingyun, show me the knife."

Su Jingyun was taken aback, then took off the scabbard, and handed the knife to Yun Qi: "This is the knife you left behind back then. I have kept it carefully for five years..."

"Ah."

Yun Qi only answered two simple words, and she pulled out the knife. The blade of this knife is extremely sharp, and the back of the knife is not as broad as ordinary knives.However, the back of the blade, which is half the width of a fingernail, is enough to hide a shocking secret——

"Master, five years ago, I hid the shifting palace *in the knife I gave to Su Jingyun. Su Jingyun has the foundation, and with the help of *psychic skills, within a year, he will surely achieve miraculous success."

Number one in the world, what a coveted title, but Su Jingyun...Yun Qi retracted his knife and looked up at Su Jingyun, not knowing whether to sympathize with her or admire her.

I hope Fang Shenglan didn't misread the wrong person.

Yunqi handed the knife to Su Jingyun: "This is not easy to come by. The knife is with people, so you can't abandon it."

Su Jingyun nodded: "Master, why did you give me the sword... Do you prefer swords?"

Yunqi said: "You have a destiny with this knife, just like I have a destiny with this sharpened sword... People and weapons also have a destiny."

Su Jingyun suddenly realized that although the knife was ominous, to her, it was like a part of her body, accompanying her in countless days and nights.

Yunqi just chose the one that suits him, just like himself, not suitable for sword practice, nor suitable for zipline spears, but with this sword, he has formed an indissoluble bond.

Su Jingyun sighed: "I don't know what kind of weapon Mr. Ming has that he loves?"

It was only then that she remembered that since she knew Mr. Ming, she had never seen him use any weapons. Among the objects that accompanied him, the most flowery, silk, and linen handkerchiefs were counted down.

Could it be that these handkerchiefs are Mr. Ming's weapons?

Thinking of this, Su Jingyun couldn't help laughing, Yunqi asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

Su Jingyun quickly made a serious expression: "It's nothing."

Yun Qi said: "Mr. Ming is not in good health now, martial arts is really too difficult for him."

Su Jingyun asked: "Mr. Ming's illness is really incurable?"

Yunqi shook his head: "It depends on God's will."

Su Jingyun showed a worried expression: "Mr. Ming's cough is getting worse... Sometimes, the whole body will bow in pain. Master Yunqi, if there is a way to save Mr. Ming, you must tell me."

Yunqi said softly: "I also want to save him, but...forget it. Let's not talk about it. There are still some things in Zhennan Mansion. I'll go back first. If you don't want to practice martial arts today, then learn more about Qi Heshu from Mr. Ming." And Shuanglu. Mr. Ming is a master, a master that others can't ask for with a lantern."

These days, apart from practicing martial arts, Su Jingyun and Mr. Ming learn how to train horses and Shuanglu.The days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the Lixia Festival. In the morning, the manager handed out a Lixia egg. As soon as Su Jingyun finished peeling it, Mao Mao jumped on the table, drooling over the egg. There was also a fight, Mao Mao didn't eat egg whites, Su Jingyun didn't like egg yolks, and finally reached an agreement, which was considered a win-win situation.

Mr. Ming entered the palace early, and when he came back, he was followed by two father-in-laws, carrying two boxes.Su Jingyun ran over to join in the trouble, and Mr. Ming said that the two boxes were gifts from His Majesty, one box was freshly taken out of the ice cellar, and the kitchen could pick some fresh plums and make some heat-clearing and detoxifying syrup.As for the other box—

Su Jingyun felt very curious why she moved to her own room.

"Open it and have a look." Mr. Ming also came in, carrying two bowls of iced plum tea.Putting the bowl on the table, he looked up, only to see Su Jingyun staring at the box dumbfounded, motionless.

"what happened?"

"Where did so many clothes and jewelry come from?"

"Of course they came from the palace. The needlework bureau and the monk's clothing supervisor are full of these skirt hairpins. You are too plainly dressed, and you didn't see you using the rouge and gouache you asked for last time. I'm afraid you think those are too bad, so I'll give you today." I went to the court ladies and fathers-in-law and asked for some skirts and clothes that have just been made, you can try them on."

"But... these are too many, right?"

Mr. Ming said: "The ladies in the Sixth Palace think that there are too few clothes and too few red hairpins and flowers every day, but you think too much?"

Su Jingyun said: "I'm not one of those delicate ladies who dress up every day to attract the emperor's attention."

Mr. Ming asked: "But you are a girl, you are either black or brown every day, except for strong clothes and public clothes, no wonder people say you are fierce, you are dressed in black all year round, can you not look fierce?"

As soon as Su Jingyun opened her mouth about this kind of dressing, she was crushed—she couldn't tell Mr. Ming what color of rouge the older girls would like this year, and what flavor of powder the younger girls would like next year. Real girls also understand.

"Women are the ones who please themselves. First of all, they must like themselves first."

"Oh--"

"Then, if you have someone you like, you might as well see what he likes, and then dress up."

"Um--"

"Jingyun, you are blushing."

"Ah, no way."

"I'm really blushing."

"Master, that's because you put too much rouge on me..."

"Su Jingyun, do you have someone you like?"