After the end of the primary ceremony, Ying Xun saw Ying Baoyue for the first time.

He didn't know if this girl noticed something, it stands to reason that she should go with them from Southern Chu to Eastern Wu, but he never received a letter from her.

Of course, it may also be that she sent it, and it may be intercepted by those former Qin relics.

Ying Xun smiled bitterly in her heart.

The families who followed him no longer allowed him to receive the slightest information related to his cousin.

Ying Xun knew that if he looked at it now, the participant next to him who was arranged by the widow to be called the middle rank, in fact, his watchdog would prick him with an extra needle in the wrist.

In the past, those former Qin widows persuaded him to do things, Yingxun never felt weird, and always thought that those widows wanted to support orthodoxy, and they were sincerely moved by his father's morality, and he also learned from his father to be a corporal.

But ever since he had violated the will of those old men at the Beginner Canon, he had clearly sensed that their attitude towards him had changed.

Although he is still respectful on the surface, his attitude has become faintly tough.

Especially when it comes to the moon hugging.

Thinking of the private matter in the nearest Afang Palace that those people handed to him, Ying Xun knew that this was also related to the change in the domestic situation in the former Qin.

Those people are probably in a hurry.

But looking at the sister in front of him who he wanted to protect, feeling the sharp pain in his wrist, the doubts that arose in Ying Xun's heart after the end of the primary ceremony once again surfaced in his heart.

You can't do what you want to do, you have to listen to the words of those families in Qianqin, and you have to listen to the words of his grandfather in Nanchu, but he himself has no strength to resist, even if he really ascends to the throne in the future, what is the difference between him and Ying Hanri?

Is he the hope of Great Qin, or a puppet?

"The eldest son!"

At this time, Wang Ling's arrogant shouts interrupted Ying Xun's thoughts, and Ying Xun came back to his senses and looked at the big mouth of the person in front of him.

"Even if she is married, the princess is Your Majesty's own sister and the cousin of the eldest prince, and you are unruly in the matter of mixing with men, and you still let things develop to this point, so that other countries can see our Qianqin's jokes, what are you doing as a stepson?! Why didn't you persuade Her Royal Highness to sit with the ladies below? ”

Wang Ling said righteously.

Go sit with the lady?

Ying Xun only felt ridiculous when he looked at the people in front of him, and the people behind him who followed him to participate in the junior ceremony also felt ridiculous.

But when they wanted to laugh, they remembered that they had just met this princess in Nanchu before, and they didn't care about it, and these teenagers couldn't laugh anymore.

Some people and some things must be experienced by someone to understand.

These teenagers secretly looked up at Ying Baoyue, but found that the girl who was wearing the veil today was just looking at Wang Ling quietly from beginning to end without moving.

What's going on? Could it be because when she reached the mid-level ceremony, she felt that her realm was not enough, but this princess retreated?

The teenagers had some idea. But who will tell them what it is to be disappointed in their hearts?

But in any case, the firepower at this time is focused on Ying Xun.

Huo Zhan was squeezed two steps away from Ying Xun by the people sent by the old and new relics of the former Qin, and his heart was cold when he looked at this scene.

Most of the participants in their primary ceremony were from Yingxun's side because of the arrangement of the family that went into exile with Yingxun, but the last session was different, Yinghanri originally wanted to show his national prestige in the last session, and arranged a lot of his cronies and children and grandchildren of the family who supported him, so most of them were Yinghanri's people.

Huo Zhan glared coldly at Wang Ling. At the beginning of the Beginner Grand Ceremony, when he wanted to stumble under the moon for Ying, there was also a cultivator surnamed Wang who participated, but this king was not the other king.

This royal tomb that suddenly jumped out was born in the Xianyang royal family, and it was a new military family that was reused by Yinghanri after returning home and falling.

Ying Baoyue made so many troubles in Nanchu, although Ying Hanri was busy giving birth to a child in Afang Palace and did not recall her to ask for the guilt, but these people obviously planned to teach the princess a lesson, and more importantly, to attack Ying Xun.

The open and secret struggle between the two cousins, with the imminent birth of Yinghanri's son, is about to reach a white heat.

"The princess participated in the mid-level ceremony because she won the first-level ceremony," Ying Xun said lightly looking at the arrogant Wang Ling.

"Winner?" Wang Ling sneered, "The princess is not qualified to participate in the beginner ceremony at all, and she dares to say that she has won?" ”

"Nuns are the root of the country!"

Wang Ling shouted loudly with full anger, and the faces of the people around him became different. The corners of Wang Ling's mouth curled even more, and he looked at Yingxun with a sneer and said, "The eldest prince is so reversing right and wrong and protecting the female cultivator, he really deserves to be the ...... of your ghostly father."

Softly.

Wang Ling's unfinished words suddenly froze in his mouth, and he felt as if his eyes had darkened a little.

In the distance, the ladies who had come to watch the ceremony today let out a scream.

Ji Jiashu, Jiang Yuanyuan and the others were stunned in the distance.

Her speed was still so fast, it wasn't for those of them who were used to watching the battle in Nanchu, and they probably didn't see clearly what happened at that moment just now.

In the distance, the king's tomb was disheveled, his eyes were covered by scattered broken hair, he looked like a madman, and there was a round thing on the ground.

The ladies couldn't help but scream again.

Ying Xun covered his ears, he was very close to Wang Ling, he was also startled for a moment, and the next moment he reacted and looked at the bun on the ground before realizing what was happening.

At the moment when Wang Ling slandered his father, the bun on the top of his head was cut off with a sword!

Wang Ling's remaining hair instantly fell out and blocked his eyes, and he became this crazy appearance.

"Who!"

It is a great shame for a son to be cut off in a bun on the street, and now Wang Ling is not crazy or crazy, and he was about to draw his sword and roar, but there was a soft click in his ears.

It was the sound of someone putting their sword into its sheath.

All the former Qin cultivators turned their heads stiffly and looked at Ying Baoyue, who had put their swords into the sheath behind Guichen.

Wang Ling brushed his hair on his forehead and looked at the girl in front of him with calm eyes.

"You ......"

He originally thought that there was some Divine Dance Realm cultivator sneak attack, but he didn't expect it to be this woman!

What's even more terrifying is that he and her are close at hand, but he doesn't find out when she made a move!

By the time he realized it, his bun was already on the ground.

Wait, if it's not his bun on the ground...... Looking at the round bun on the ground that resembled something else, a cool air rose from behind the royal tomb.

Hair is a part of a person's body, and it is a part of his head.

The fact that this woman can cut off his bun so quietly means ......

"Okay, what do you look like when you all get together, line up, and you're about to go up the ladder." Ying hugged the moon and clapped her hands, as if nothing had happened, and looked up at the other Qin cultivators with frightened expressions.

Seeing that this woman actually dared to command them, the elders showed anger in their eyes, but they were stunned to find that the young people around them seemed to have a natural reaction from their bodies, and they automatically lined up when they heard this woman's words.

"You ...... Demon ......" Wang Ling covered his broken hair, and watched Ying Baoyue finally gritted his teeth and was about to scold the demon girl, but he saw Ying Baoyue looking up at him.

The words in his mouth suddenly stopped cursing.

The girl's hand in front of him slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, and Wang Ling was frightened for some reason.

"You shouldn't call me this," Ying Baoyue said lightly, "You should call me senior." ”

"What?" Wang Ling looked at this shameless woman in amazement, his chest heaved and he forgot what he wanted to say, "We are all rank sixth, why should I call you senior?" ”

"It turns out that you are also a sixth-level person," Ying Baoyue glanced at the bun on the ground with a nonchalant look, and made Wang Ling half angry.

Therefore, a woman who has mastered power is a scourge!

Phew, what kind of power does she have, I don't know who helped her with that trick just now! Wang Ling was even more annoyed by the thought that flashed in his mind.

"Even if you and I are of the same rank, you should call me senior," but Wang Ling didn't expect Ying Baoyue to smile after looking at him.

What the heck! He participated in the Beginner Ceremony one year before her!

"You ......" Ying Baoyue pointed at him, "How many were you when you won the Beginner Grand Canon?" ”

Wang Ling was stunned for a moment, his face was a little ugly, "One hundred and eighteen." ”

"That's similar to Guichen, I don't know what you're proud of just now," Ying Baoyue smiled and pointed at herself, "What about me?" ”

Wang Ling's face suddenly turned pale.

The Ballad of the Great Moon /book/63925/