Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Ye Wanqing's voice was cold, "No way?"

Xiaojun frowned and asked him, "Which one would you like to see me practice?"

There are weapons on the wall, there are three heavy swords, Ye Wanqing didn't even think about it, she pointed to the largest and heaviest one, "That one."

Xiao Junlan didn't care about the wound on his wrist, and according to what Ye Wanqing said, he walked up to the epee and lifted it up with ease.

Epee is not easy to dance. Xiao Junlan preached, that is, he really taught seriously and was very patient. He told him the advantages and disadvantages of epee, and the difference between the two compared with the usual long sword.

Ye Wanqing was absent-minded on the surface, but he also knew that Xiao Junlan knew a lot, so he actually wrote it down in his heart.He had people stay in the tent until night, and the carpet was stained a dark color.

It was almost time for him to go back, and he stood up on the spot, "I came here today, I saw that the third son looks very bad, if he is not healthy, there is no need to come here tomorrow."

Even if he agreed with Xiaojunlan to teach him, he still had a lot of ways to trouble Xiaojunlan. He was about to open the curtain to go out, but his wrist was grabbed.

"Xiaowan."

Xiao Junlan lifted the heavy sword for a long time, bleeding a lot from the wound on his shoulder, and his face was slightly pale, his eyes like ink reflected him, and his voice was slightly low.

"Xiaowan..."

The opponent was so strong that Ye Wanqing's skin on the wrist felt trembling, and the disgust in his heart resurfaced.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart, looked at Xiaojun and said, "Third Young Master still doesn't know my name? My name is Ji Wuxuan, I'm not a little girl."

"This is the second time, the third son might as well go and have a look."

After Ye Wanqing finished speaking, she wanted to break free from Xiao Junlan, but the other party restrained him, making him unable to break free. He emphasized again, "Let go."

Having said that, Xiao Junlan let go of him slowly, with a very soft voice, "I will come over on time tomorrow, and Xiao Wan will also be on time."

"If there is anything, you can send me a voice transmission."

Ye Wanqing ignored him, he went out directly, and the people behind him followed him. As soon as he went out, Xiao Junlan kept a distance from him, and called him "Senior Son" one by one.

Before he got into the carriage, he could still feel the other party's gaze resting on him.

The carriage wobbled back to Xihe Palace, Ye Wanqing did not expect that the news had already reached Jiang Yueji's ears.Jiang Yueji cared more about him than Xiao Junlan, "Is Xuan'er exhausted? Are you tired? Why don't you go and tell your uncle that when you want to enter the Immortal Gate, I will send you there directly, so you don't have to work so hard. "

"You can enter any of the four great immortal sects. Let me see how your hand hurts..."

Jiang Yueji held his hand, feeling distressed for a while, and he retracted his fingertips. He felt very uncomfortable when others treated him so purely.

What's more, it's such a small matter, such a small matter. In the past, Master cared about him, but it is still different from the love from his mother.

"Mother, my hands are fine. I've already dealt with them, and I'll be fine tomorrow morning."

Ye Wanqing: "It hurts because I haven't touched anything before. There must be a familiarization process. It will be fine after a few days."

"Xuan'er is sensible now," Jiang Yueji noticed that the boy's ears were all red, and she didn't know whether it was from happiness or embarrassment, and her heart melted when she saw it.

"Why is it embarrassing for mother to care about you?"

Jiang Yueji tugged at the tips of his ears, Ye Wanqing smiled and said with downcast eyes, "I'm happy... Mother cares about me."

"That's natural, mother only has you, not to mention you are my baby, mother doesn't pet you."

Ye Wanqing thought no, he is not Jiang Yueji's baby, he is a counterfeit, Jiang Yueji's baby son is dead.

"I heard that today Xiaojunlan went to the back mountain to challenge the tiger with bare hands for you?"

Jiang Yueji laughed, "Didn't Xuan'er say she didn't like him before?"

"Brother Xiao thought I was troublesome, so he left me to him." Ye Wanqing said that, when he lowered his eyes, he seemed to be showing weakness, looking a little aggrieved.

"Mother, don't worry, I won't stay in the military camp for too long." He didn't go to the military camp for Xiaojunlan.

At the same time, Xiaofu.

The huge mansion was brightly lit, and the rumors about the beheading made the barracks go viral today, Xiao Junlan didn't return to the mansion until evening, when he returned to the mansion, he had already healed his injuries, but his face was slightly pale.

Feng Qingjiu had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw the person coming back, he immediately stepped forward, with worry in his eyes.

"Third brother, are you injured... I heard that Shizi Ji made things difficult for you in the barracks..."

"I haven't heard anything about this son in the past. He seems to be recovering from a serious illness recently. I don't know what his character was like before. Why should the third brother indulge him? The son's temper is too stubborn."

Hearing the word "stubborn", a figure appeared in the depths of Xiao Junlan's memory.At that time, the boy was well-behaved and sensible, never violated the rules, practiced sword hard all day long, and won the first place in the sword pavilion every time.

Xiao Junlan: "You don't have to worry about the fourth brother, I promised him myself."

This Feng Qingjiu never expected that when he heard the "fourth brother", his face changed. In the past three years, he and Xiaojunlan have become more and more estranged.

Even in the same mansion, Xiao Junlan didn't dominate him like before. I don't know when, the other party no longer put him first.

"You look bad, third brother, are you hurt...I'm worried about you."

Xiao Junlan only said the word "It's okay", and her voice was a little cold, "The doctor said that you need to rest, come and send the fourth son back."

The guards in the mansion were all from Xiao Junlan, and Xiao Junlan couldn't resist serving Qingjiu at all, so they were taken away reluctantly.

Before leaving, Feng Qingjiu asked, "Is it still true that the third brother said he would teach me to walk?"

Since Feng Qingjiu survived the serious illness three years ago, his weakness has healed, and now his legs have also improved, and he can occasionally stand up with prosthetic limbs.

The corner of Xiaojun's lips twitched, and he said "it counts".

Only then did Feng Qingjiu leave in peace.

After returning to Shanshuyuan, the smile on Feng Qingjiu's face faded, and he sat on the wheelchair and slowly pushed to the window, his expression became a little bit cold.

Others don't know Xiaojunlan, but he grew up with Xiaojunlan, so he understands Xiaojunlan's nature to some extent.Xiao Junlan is gentle and kind on the outside, and in fact never suffers.

Except for those who really care about, Xiaojunlan can plot against everyone.

The 17-year-old Xiao Junlan may not even be able to do this kind of unreasonable request to wear the Que Xianshi and compete with the tiger.

I don't know how that Ji Shizi can have such an ability to make Xiao Junlan willingly suffer.

Said not to be late the next day, Ye Wanqing used to go to bed early and get up early.Ever since he knew that Xiao Junlan was waiting in the barracks early in the morning, he got up later and later. The shortest time was one to two quarters of an hour, and the longest time was even an hour.

No matter when he passed, Xiaojunlan was there, and Xiaojunlan never said a word to him when he was late.

In her previous life, Ye Wanqing had a photographic memory when reading classics. He had a good memory and a high level of comprehension, so he didn't have much difficulty studying classics.It's easy to get carried away when you are proud. When a guard came to ask him about the classics, he said a few words.

The guard asked him to write it down, but the other party was a little surprised when he saw what he wrote.

"Shizi's handwriting is like Sangongzi's, it is a copy of Sangongzi's, but there are differences, Shizi's is more rounded, and Sangongzi's handwriting is very sharp."

"Everyone speaks like a person, obviously the third son looks so gentle..."

The rest of Ye Wanqing didn't listen, Xiao Junlan taught his handwriting by himself, and the handwriting he wrote is not ugly now, but it made him look disgusted.

The guard still wanted to ask questions, Ye Wanqing rolled up the paper and was unwilling to answer, the guard also understood and went down embarrassingly.

The ball of paper was thrown into the brazier, Ye Wanqing met Xiao Junlan's eyes when she turned around, Xiao Junlan didn't know how long she stood behind him.

With a calm face, he said to Xiaojun, "I'm in a bad mood today, so I won't be here this afternoon."

Xiao Junlan stood still, "The prince agreed yesterday that we will do stretching exercises today."

"The prince has been bedridden for a long time, and his tendons are hard and astringent. Stretching can help the prince to speed up the movement of the muscles and veins, and can make the prince adapt to the practice in the future."

Ye Wanqing felt pain when he heard Lajin. He was not very afraid of pain in the past. Maybe it was because he was insensitive to pain in his previous life. Now he has to return it in this life, and now he has a very strong rejection of pain.

He didn't want to bear any pain.

"What was agreed yesterday was yesterday, not today. Today I want to go back."

Xiao Junlan stood there without moving. He glanced at the direction of the main tent, "It's okay to stay, I want Brother Xiao to help me."

He didn't want to have too much physical contact with Xiao Junlan, so he directly ordered the guards to go over, knowing that Xiao Junyue would not talk to him at all.

Ye Wanqing was ready to get into the carriage, unexpectedly, the guards came out of the tent soon, and said to Ye Wanqing, "My son will come with me, the general agreed to my son."

He was a little surprised, he didn't understand what Xiao Junyue meant, but the words had already been spoken, so he followed the guards to Xiao Junyue's camp without looking back.

Xiao Junyue didn't spend much time in the barracks. After he came in, his eyes fell on him, and he asked him, "Your Majesty, do you want me to help you?"

He nodded.

Xiao Junyue didn't say anything, got up from the chair, and said to him, "Come here."

He looked at Xiao Junyue, and was a little uncertain. Usually Xiao Junyue was not so easy to talk to. He stood beside him and didn't come forward.

Xiao Junyue was expressionless, "Come here, you didn't ask for this, if you don't come, go out, I still have a lot of work to do."

The corners of Ye Wanqing's lips tightened when he heard this, he reluctantly came to Xiao Junyue's side, Xiao Junyue motioned for him to carry his back, he turned around slowly, and then his wrist was held.

Ye Wanqing felt a sharp pain in his wrist, the pain came from deep in his tendons, he could feel his tendons being constantly being pulled, this feeling was very uncomfortable.

His face immediately turned pale from the pain, and he didn't say a word. Of course, he also knew that it was necessary for his tendons to adapt, so he didn't make a sound no matter how painful it was.

Xiao Junyue was a little surprised, he didn't expect this boy to be so painful that his face was distorted and he didn't jump out a word. This is somewhat similar to his third brother.

First the wrists, then the ankles, and the waist, Xiao Junyue didn't hold back his hands, and threw him down after stretching Ye Wanqing's tendons, without even helping him.

Xiao Junyue slowly opened his mouth, "My third brother likes you...you seem to hate him very much."