Wu Daoxi clenched his fists, half-hung his head, withstood the pressure, and said with difficulty: "My subordinates feel that Miss Rong is not suitable for riding and shooting." ”

Yan Hui's dark eyes sank slightly, and his face was a little cold.

Seeing this, the deputy commander hurriedly spoke: "General, in fact, this is the case, Commander Wu said that his subordinates should teach Miss Rong to ride a horse first, and then learn to ride and shoot when they are familiar." ”

"Oh?" A monophonic word, but full of majesty.

The deputy commander pressed even lower: "The fault of the subordinates, please punish the general." ”

Rong Ruo held his head, his head was still a little buzzing just now, and he heard them talking vigorously, but he didn't hear it clearly, and his mind was a little clearer at this time.

"Okay, okay, it's none of them." Rong Ruo waved his hand and rubbed his wrist: "I asked for this myself." ”

Yan Hui usually looked gentle and polite, but in the barracks, especially in front of those subordinates, no one dared to offend his prestige, he didn't speak, as if the temperature was instantly cold.

Wu Daoxi glanced at Rong Ruo with some surprise and frowned-she was talking to herself?

"I learned it after a few falls, and I'm not so squeamish." Rong Ruo rubbed the bruises, and screamed in pain, and the surface was light: "By the way, Yan Hui, I still have something to discuss with you." ”

Rong Ruo is not a person who has no heart and eyes, on the contrary, she has grown up with cold eyes all the way, and she understands the world and people's hearts better. At the moment, even if she complains in front of Yan Hui, it's great to let Yan Hui reprimand this person, then even if she doesn't let others be jealous, she will always complain, and she will meet it again in the future?

But if she says a few good words and covers this matter, it is a gift from them, no matter whether there is a return in the future, there is such a thing as a favor debt, one more is a share, and it is beneficial and harmless.

Yan Hui glanced at the few people next to him, and his tone was heavier: "Miss Rong is the quasi-princess of King Jing, and she must not be allowed to have any accidents." ”

"Yes!" Everyone clenched their fists together, and their expressions were a little respectful.

Originally, they had heard about it, but they weren't sure, and they didn't care about this Rong Ruo, who had no family background and no background. How could a royal person marry such a woman?

This time, seeing that Yan Hui treats Rong Ruodu so cautiously, it can be seen that this quasi-princess is no different!

Rong Ruo waited for everyone to retreat before he said with a smile: "Can I ask you to do something again?" ”

"Miss Rong, please speak."

"That's right, you said last time you could bring a guard for hunting, can I ask you to borrow someone."

"Yes, but don't you go to King Jing's Mansion to borrow it?"

Rong Ruo frowned, and she couldn't say why, she was quite comfortable talking to Yan Hui or Chu Feng, and it was natural to say what she wanted to do, everyone was a friend. is just facing Mu Beichen's iceberg, and he always feels that he can't bear the other party's contemptuous eyes and disdainful tone.

Rong Ruo put his hands behind his back, quietly pinched his waist, and soured his face: "Everyone is friends, I see that you have a lot of talents in the army, and it must not be a problem to borrow one or two guards, so this idea suddenly came to me." ”

Yan Hui didn't know how Mu Beichen and Rong Ruo got along, and he felt the need to talk to Mu Beichen.

"Miss Rong, since that's the case, I'll send someone to hunt with you when I go back."

Rong Ruo arched his hand: "Don't thank you for your kindness, I'll give you two more patches of medicine when I go back." ”

However, today's riding archery can't be practiced, but Rong Ruo is also very satisfied, at least he has taken the first step to success, and then he is getting closer and closer to success.

"Miss Rong, let's go to the red maple forest tomorrow." Yan Hui looked at Rong Ruo's back as he limped away, and couldn't help blurting out.

"Huh?"

Yan Hui breathed back, and his fingers slowly clenched: "I'll teach you." ”

Rong Ruo's eyes lit up: "Really, is it okay?" ”

Yan Hui gave people a sense of trust for no reason, as if as long as he was there, everything could be done.

"Well, get some rest today."

"Okay." Rong Ruohui smiled brightly.

Under this sky, the girl's smile was brighter than the sun, and the sun fell into her pure black and clear eyes, flashing a heart-warming color.

Yan avoided the overly hot smile and maintained a steady tone, "I'll have someone send you back." ”

*

Jingwang Mansion

Naturally, there was no carriage in the martial arts arena, so Yan Hui sent someone to lead Rong Ruo, who was sitting on a horse, all the way back to King Jing's Mansion.

After this trip, she felt that her back hurt, and her key butt didn't look like her own.

When he got off the horse, his legs trembled a little, and he finally held on to the wall and returned to the remote courtyard, Rong Ruo leaned on the door, and screamed mournfully: "Banxia, help me quickly." ”

After waiting for a moment and not moving, Rong Ruo rolled his eyes at the sky - he usually chatters in my ear every day, and he doesn't show up when he needs you.

Trembling legs stepped in, and looked up: "Ah-"

In the small courtyard, a noble and elegant figure sat on her chair, with a piano in front of her, and her slender fingers were naturally placed on her head, but they were not plucked.

"You, you, you, you......" Rong Ruo was overly surprised, and began to stutter when he spoke: "Why are you here?" ”

As soon as the people in the courtyard raised their heads, they revealed a perfect face that could not be depicted with a brushstroke, with a cold temperament, and their eyes swept over like ice: "This king's palace, where can't I go?" ”

Rong Ruo suddenly withered, okay, his old man is King Jing, he has the final say.

"Where did you go?" Mu Beichen held the book "Yue Fan Xilu" with his other hand, and looked at it with half-lowered eyes.

Rong Ruo looked left and right, this was originally after practicing the piano yesterday, and she didn't move back, but at this time, Mu Beichen was occupying the magpie's nest, and she had nowhere to do it.

In the end, Rong Ruo took a small stool, sat next to Mu Beichen, and when he looked up, he suddenly found that he was sitting a lot shorter, like a subordinate prostrate at his feet.

Rong Ruo straightened his chest and sat low, his backbone couldn't be low!

"Well, I'm going to practice riding."

Mu Beichen's index finger moved, and a syllable jumped out, deep and dull: "This piano is not good." ”

"Huh?" Rong Ruo blinked.

"You just said you went horseback riding?" Mu Beichen didn't take his eyes off the piano score, and asked lightly.

Rong Ruo's face was covered with sweat, and he couldn't keep up with Mu Beichen's thinking: "Hmm." ”

"The guard sent by the king today to teach you to ride and shoot said that you are not in the palace."

"Oh, I found someone else to teach me, it's Brother Yan."

Mu Beichen seemed to have discovered the joy of the score, and fluctuated two more strings.

In the courtyard, there was silence in an instant.

After a while, Mu Beichen suddenly spoke: "Rong Ruo, do you really want to win?" ”

Rong Ruo put her chin on her knees with her hands, does she still need to ask, otherwise what would she do in vain? However, in his mouth, he smiled politely: "King Jing Mingjian, this is something you brought up yourself." ”

Mu Beichen raised his head slightly, his cold black eyes looked at Rong Ruo's face, and the corners of his mouth slightly outlined a curvature: "You should have heard that this king is the host of this year's saffron painting, you can ask this king to give you a back door." ”

Rong Ruo was shaken by Mu Beichen's sudden smile, this man is stunning enough if he doesn't laugh, this laugh makes her dizzy, no, her nose is so itchy, it's a little hot.

Rong Ruo hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, coughed twice in embarrassment, his face was a little feverish, his eyes blinked, his eyes glanced everywhere, but he didn't dare to put it on Mu Beichen.

"That...... Would you really like to give me a back door? ”

Mu Beichen smiled, and his face instantly became cold: "No." ”

What, how can this man turn his face faster than turning a book.

Probably familiar with the sheet music on this page, Mu Beichen put down "Yue Fan Xilu" and began to play with both hands.

Rong Ruo stopped looking at Mu Beichen's face and put his eyes on Mu Beichen's hands.

This look is a pair of pampered hands, fair skin, slender and powerful fingers, distinct finger bones, fingertips are cleanly trimmed, different from his whole cold aura, nails are lustrous powder. As he fluctuated the strings, his fingers danced lightly as the beautiful rhythm came out, and it was indescribably beautiful and moving.

Rong Ruo stroked his heart, stretched out his hand to cover his face, there is no help, just looking at a man's hands can be a nymphomaniac!

The eyes are gone, and the ears are sharper.

The same piece of music, if Rong Ruo pops up soft and beautiful, like a gurgling stream, then Mu Beichen plays it, which is cold and elegant, like white clouds.

Like the man's character, the sound of the piano is also cold, and for a moment, Rong Ruo suddenly heard the loneliness in the sound of the piano, and it was a little lonely.

Rong Ruo shook his head, feeling that he must have thought too much, he was King Jing, the three princes today, and the number of people who came up was too many, how could he be lonely.

However, Rong Ruo held his head and thought, as King Jing, there should be a lot of things, so he won't come here to chat with him.

Thinking so, Mu Beichen's cool voice sounded.

"Butler Ouyang suddenly fell ill yesterday."

Rong Ruo secretly looked at Mu Beichen's expression, not knowing if he knew if he asked this sentence or said it casually.

"Hehe, as the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain, it seems that Steward Ouyang has been too worried about the affairs of the palace in the past few years, and he has done his best, Lord Wang, you have to add money to her."

Mu Beichen raised his eyes and swept over: "Rong Ruo, didn't you ask this king for a housekeeper?" ”

Rong coughed: "Well, I thought about it later, it's still more suitable for Butler Ouyang, I can mainly take care of the general direction, as for the small things, she still manages it, after all, she has experience." ”

Mu Beichen hooked his lips, and his dark eyes turned deep: "Ouyang is not only a housekeeper, but also the first guard in the palace, this time he can lie in bed for so long, this king really didn't expect it." ”

Rong Ruo was stunned, wouldn't it, although she knew that Ouyang must have kung fu, didn't she expect it to be so powerful? No wonder Mu Beichen kept her by his side.

"As the saying goes, the more you don't get sick, the more ferocious you are."

"Oh? How did this king hear that she seemed to be poisoned. ”

"Medium...... cough cough cough ...... Poisoning! The prince is really joking, who in the palace would dare to poison him! ”

With a finger pick, the last note fell, and Mu Beichen said lightly: "There are people in the East Palace who dare to poison, not to mention the king's palace." ”