Li Jingting looked at the woman's back, hesitated twice, and finally followed, shouting, "Bold girl." You rush forward vigorously, how do you know the way to the Golden Winged Tower?"

Xiang Pei stagnated. He turned around in a daze, and said with a slight embarrassment: "It's the slave who is reckless." The slave and maid are brave, please show the prince a way. ”

Li Jingting did not immediately lead the way. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the sword mark on the woman's neck, and his hand stretched out and retracted, retracted and stretched out, and finally made up his mind and tore off a corner of the white satin robe.

"Take it. Bandage it yourself. Stop the bleeding first. Li Jingting handed the white satin strip to the woman.

Xiang Pei was stunned, and her first reaction was that the gold ingots falling from the sky hit her. She bowed down in fear and gratitude: "Thank you to the prince! The slave and maid have a humble body, how dare they bother the prince with torn satin clothes! The slave and maid have a hard life, and they still have to live, so they dare not disturb the prince's concern!"

Li Jingting looked too lazy to listen, and simply threw the white satin strip to the ground: "If you see Miss Xin, it will be gone, Miss Xin still has to complain about this king? Hurry up! This king doesn't have so much patience!"

Champi was bluffed into shrinking her neck. Hurriedly picked up the white satin strips and bandaged his neck, although there were still blood drips oozing, but finally stopped slightly.

Li Jingting waited for her to be ready, so he went up, slowing down slightly, intending to let the woman follow, and personally led the way for her.

The two of them walked one after the other, crossed the stone road between the bamboo forests, stepped across the green mountains and crossed the jade bridge over the stream, and gradually appeared in the palace community with carved beams and paintings.

Xiang Pei silently stepped on Li Jingting's steps, bowing her head and eyes. Li Jingting walked forward, but suddenly spoke.

"You not only know the formation, but also the art of war?"

Xiang Pei's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he hesitated: "Maybe...... The slave didn't know what she knew, anyway, she beat the little daddy and asked the slave to see it, and the slave and maid watched it...... Is that hard?"

"Difficult?" Li Jingting chuckled meaninglessly, "Didn't the little guy say that even the Imperial Forest Army may not be able to break through." In the last round, Mr. Fu Long also took three days to solve it. Is it difficult, you say?"

Xiang Pei tilted his head and thought for a moment, still dazed: "It sounds difficult." The slave doesn't know, really doesn't. Beat the little daddy and let the slave and maid see it, and the slave and maid will watch it alone. There is no Mr. Teaching, let alone classmates, and even these things are called formations and the art of war, and they are also known from the content of the volume. Later, the slave maid entered the Xin Mansion as a maid, serving tea and water, and serving the girl, and no one talked about these things. ”

Li Jingting's right fingertips on his waist tightened, and he quietly grasped the hilt of the sword, but this small action did not make Xiang Pei see it, and the question came as before.

"Ordinary people's women, how can De Rong learn the art of war. What does your mom and dad think?"

"The slave doesn't know anymore. The slave maid didn't even see her father, and her mother kept saying, my father asked me to learn this, and my father asked me to do something. The rest of the slaves and maids asked, and the mother was tight-lipped as a bottle. Anyway, the more diligent the slave and maid learned, the more relieved the mother became, as if the father was happier. Champey searched for her memories, her tone darkened.

Li Jingting was in front, Xiang Pei was behind, and the woman couldn't see the man's expression. But at this moment, the attendants who were saluting on both sides of the road were frightened by Li Jingting's face.

It was a face of iron. Hitomi was shrouded in night, flickering with a dangerous ghostly light, making people feel their hearts and livers shake and their knees tremble when they only look at half an eye.

However, Li Jingting's tone was as plain as before, and when it reached the woman's ears, there was no difference: "You listen to your mother, your mother does things for your father, then, who is your father?"

"I don't know. Xiang Pei shook her head bluntly, "The slave has asked thousands of times, and has followed her mother thousands of times, but she never knows who her father is, and she doesn't even know her father's surname." Tossing until now, the slave and maid don't ask for it, anyway, my mother said, when the time comes, everything will be known. ”

Li Jingting's fingertips holding the hilt of the sword were about to move, killing intent brewing, but his words became more and more ordinary: "Tell this king, what do you remember, what scrolls have you read?"

"I don't know. Xiang Pei's head shook more firmly, "Most of the scrolls are copied and rubbed, which should be made at home, and they are readable, but the mounting is extremely simple, and only a few are printed with numbers such as one, two, three, four, five, etc. ”

"That's to avoid leakage of information. At the same time, it is also to avoid that you know what you are reading, so that you do not accidentally say it and cause trouble. Li Jingting's fingertips tapped the hilt of the sword, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"Say, who the hell are you. ”

A few words chilled. The invisible sword light was nurtured, and it was beheaded in an instant, straight to the woman's throat.

Xiang Pei was so frightened that her legs weakened, and she hurriedly knelt down: "The prince forgives the sin! The slave and the maid, the slave and the maid themselves don't know! The prince's question, the slave and the maid have asked countless times since they were young and have no answer!"

Li Jingting's footsteps stopped, he didn't look back, Rushan's back cast a shadow, teaching people to see cold, and the fingertips resting on the hilt of the sword had already drawn out three inches of the blade.

A catastrophe has not passed, and a catastrophe has risen again. The killing intent was waiting for an opportunity, and the wind in the bamboo forest was suppressed.

After a long time, Li Jingting took a deep breath and slowly spit out cold words: "You are Miss Xin's maid." Your secret is owned by Miss Xin. Maybe she knows, maybe she doesn't, it's her game for good or bad. The king was unwilling to act for her. ”

Li Jingting's fingertips finally left the hilt of the sword, and the terrible voice began to regain its temperature: "However, if one day, you are not good for Miss Xin, this king's sword will take the head at any time! This king will always monitor you, you are so self-conscious!"

Xiang Pei broke out in a cold sweat in fear: "Slave maid...... The slave and maid wrote it down...... Thank you, thank you...... The Grace of Not Killing......"

Li Jingting nodded, turned his head, looked at the frightened woman kneeling on the ground, and the blood that began to ooze from her neck when she moved, and her face softened: "Get up." This king has nothing to say. In front of you is Miss Xin's wing, you go straight and pass a message to her. ”

Xiang Pei thanked him repeatedly. As soon as he was about to get up, a shadow was cast in front of him-

It turned out that Li Jingting squatted down suddenly, stretched out his hand in person, very confident, very serious, and re-bandaged the satin strip on her neck for her, and the sword marks that had just been cracked were well controlled and deteriorated.

"When I saw Miss Xin, if she asked you where your injury came from...... Ahem, you should be angry...... Don't let her have any prejudice against this king, such as cold-blooded murder, and remember to ......"

Champey froze.

She heard the man's words vaguely. It is a face close at hand, the sword eyebrows fly obliquely into the temples, the starry eyes are as bright as cold stars, and although the cold face line has some green stubble, it adds to the unique spirit of a man.

She could clearly smell the noble and cold incense between the man's clothes, and she could feel the hot breath between the man's lips and teeth as he spoke.

Xiang Pei's eyes flickered, and she blurted out: "The prince is so good to my girl." ”

Li Jingting's fingertips froze. Touched his nose in a wry-eyed manner: "Yes...... So obvious?"

The man who was still indifferent and terrifying just now suddenly changed his appearance: his eyes were dodgy, he didn't dare to look at Xiang Pei, like a child who had guessed what was on his mind, he was at a loss, and the anger in his body was also constricted to a clean and clean place, replaced by a touch of gentleness like spring, and even the roots of his ears were quietly dyed red.

Under the sunlight, it is like a little red in the heart. Add tenderness, and the boy's love is deep and righteous.

Like a child. When it comes to sweetheart, it's like a child.

Xiang Pei smiled, laughing so much that the autumn water rippled at the bottom of her eyes, and she laughed so much that she didn't know when, and her ears were red: "Hmm!"