After rebirth, I was entangled by enemy protons

Chapter 126 Listen to the Princess

She said, why does she feel this feeling is very familiar.

Isn't this the way I often use to trick my relatives and friends...

"It's you who have been rejecting Ben Gong, why did you become Ben Gong's instead?"

She asked Xiao Yan several times before if she wanted to be her master, but he sternly refused.

Now, he looked pitiful.

Chu Yi came back to her senses, put on a straight face, and asked indifferently.

"Yes, I was wrong, I will always listen to the princess from now on." Xiao Yan lowered his head slightly and stared at her seriously.

His tone was gentle and apologetic, and his eyes were as clear as glass, so that the depression in her heart could not be condensed: "The princess can punish the minister as much as she wants."

Chu Yi couldn't hold back any longer, as if she had punched the cotton, and the cotton wrapped around her, wrapping her warmly.

"Then Su Bai—" She tried to struggle.

"Don't worry about Su Bai, didn't he come back to Beijing from the Beifu Army? Then let him go to the Habayashi Army. After all...the Habayashi Army is poor and pitiful, and they lack talents like him."

"...What you said seems to make sense." It seems that I should say this by myself.

Xiao Yan smiled, and slowly approached her. His clear and clear eyes reminded Chu Yi of the color of wine from the Western Regions, and the light at the bottom of the eyes gave people a feeling of being drunk.

"The princess can do anything to punish the minister, but don't want me," he said.

Chu Yi retreated an inch abruptly, and abruptly stopped the urge to continue to retreat.

The current Xiao Yan is still a 17-year-old boy, and he is six years older than him. How could his heart beat so fast when he saw a kid talking to him calmly? !

Chu Yi, what are you thinking.

Chu Yi warned herself in her heart to calm down, but no matter how calm she was, she could still clearly hear her crazily accelerating heartbeat.

She tried her best to maintain a calm appearance, but the seemingly indestructible high wall in her heart collapsed quietly.

After a long time, Chu Yi finally found her voice, but she couldn't find a reason to reject him, so she could only pretend to be indifferent: "Then you...you must teach Ben Gong seriously, otherwise, Ben Gong will punish you to go to Yongxiang to learn One month's Gong barrel. Xiao Yan, you have to remember, this time you are here to ask me to be my teacher, not me begging you."

"Okay, it's the princess that I am asking for. If I go back on my word, if I make the princess unhappy, I will go and wash the princess's pail." Xiao Yan bent his eyes and replied softly.

Chu Yi: "..." It wasn't for her.

"Starting tomorrow." She whispered.

Xiao Yan: "All listen to the princess."

Chu Yi was still a little unhappy, obviously it was Xiao Yan who begged him on his own initiative, but he looked calm, as if he had surrendered to the Great Demon King.

Xiao Yan seemed to have seen the emotion in her heart, he slightly curled his lips, and bandaged the hand that he started to apply the medicine to.

Since he only had one hand to move, his movements were a bit clumsy, and he quickly looked at Chu Yi as if asking for help, blinking his phoenix eyes: "Princess..."

With a low voice, with a hint of hoarse bewitching, Chu Yi gritted her teeth, and picked up the white muslin beside her.

At the beginning, she wrapped him up one finger at a time, but then she got impatient and simply wrapped his whole right hand together, which was simple and rude - Xiao Yan didn't have any intention to refute, which made her very satisfied.

After a while, the boy's originally slender and distinct hands had turned into two immobile "pig's trotters" wrapped in cloth.

Chu Yi finally felt better.

Xiao Yan looked at her, and with great difficulty picked up the dried apricots on the table with his hands wrapped in cloth, and called, "Princess."

Chu Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he saw him slowly chewing the extremely sour dried apricots, his eyes filled with tolerance and softness.

"That's really sour..." Chu Yi reminded in a low voice.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Xiao Yan's lips: "I know, but this is what the princess likes. As the princess's teacher, I must understand the princess' taste. Moreover, I like this taste very much."

As he spoke, he picked up another one clumsily and laboriously.

Chu Yi finally couldn't hold back her laughter, because Xiao Yan's actions were too stupid, wrapped in gauze and holding such a small thing, he couldn't hold it and dropped it several times, and he was a little flustered, he didn't look like a martial arts master at all.

She picked up a few dried apricots and threw them into Xiao Yan's mouth, smiling brightly: "You are right, since you like it, then eat more."

"I obey." Xiao Yan was so sour that his eyes turned red, but when he saw her laugh, he suddenly felt that dried apricots were really sweet.

……

The evening breeze is slightly cool, and the moonlight is like water.

A palace lantern was placed on the stone table, exuding a warm yellow gleam, reflecting the small courtyard of Mingyue Pavilion, reflecting the glass cup with pale pink candies on the table, reflecting the pale and handsome young man.

Xiao Yan sat quietly on the stone bench where he drank tea during the day, his face was covered with a soft light, and he held a light-colored long strip of wood in his arms.

The white muslin that was originally wrapped around his hands has been removed and neatly folded aside, with spots still stained with blood.

He held the sword in one hand, and controlled the long wooden bar with the other, gently cutting the wood with the sword.

One click, one click, sawdust and debris scattered on the ground, his expression was serious and serious, as if he was doing the most important thing in the world.

When Jiang Xianying came back, what he saw was a young man sitting alone in the court with a lonely lamp.

"Oh my god, it's so late, young master, you won't be waiting for your subordinates, right? Your subordinates are so moved..."

Xiao Yan didn't even raise his head, his movements became more skillful and meticulous, and he easily chipped off a thin piece of wood.

In his hand, the wooden strip gradually formed the shape of a long sword.

"What did you say?" He stopped and raised his head with a puzzled look on his face.

Xie Ying: "This subordinate thought that you were waiting for this subordinate..."

Xiao Yan frowned slightly: "You blocked the light."

"..." Xianying silently moved back.

"My lord, your hand was just injured, how to make a wooden sword, and the light at night is dim, it hurts your eyes." Seeing the injury on Xiao Yan's hand, he couldn't help but say again.

His words made Xiao Yan's eyes darken a bit, and when he looked down, he found that the tiny wounds on his fingertips were slowly oozing blood.

"No problem." He calmly picked up the clean handkerchief beside him and wiped his fingers to prevent his blood from getting on the wooden sword.

Xianying has already reacted, and has a look of "you are miserable, you are planted". What surprised him is that the young master didn't refute himself this time, maybe he focused on cutting wood.

"Young master, after this subordinate told Eunuch Zhang about you being poisoned, he and Eunuch Zhang investigated it until now.

Today, starting from Mao shi, the entire palace of Yan Kingdom can testify in pairs that none of them left their posts without authorization, and there were thirteen people who passed by our Mingyue Pavilion. Notified the eldest brother and asked him to check if there is anything unusual in Yong Kingdom recently. "Xianying's tone was a little helpless.

(End of this chapter)