After leaving the city gate, Yi Qilin, Yun Xiaomeng, and Yi Qingxin only walked for two hours before settling at a small inn next to the official road.
None of them had anything important to do, so there was no need to rush on their way.
To the west of the capital is the road leading to Fuyang and Anxian counties. The post roads have always been busy. No matter it is cold or hot, sunny or rainy, there is an endless stream of escort vehicles and caravans. Although this place is not secluded, the inn business is not very good. It was lunch time, and there were only two tables in the dining hall.
Even so, the three of them still chose a table outside the dining hall near the post road to sit down. It was easy to be seen by passers-by, and it was also easy for them to look at passers-by.
Yi Qingxin sat facing east and looked up frequently. It's just that the meal has been finished, but no one has arrived yet.
"Xiaomeng, do you know what's wrong with Qingxin now? She seems a little distraught." After entering the inn, Yi Qilin asked, "I haven't seen her like this before?"
"Haha, aren't we waiting for Mr. Mei?" Yun Xiaomeng looked at Yi Qingxin outside and replied with a smile.
"Zi~~~" Yi Qilin had a vaguely understanding look on his face, tilted his head and murmured, "This... you mean...?" Yun Xiaomeng nodded slightly, I was speechless.
This granddaughter had always been the apple of the Yi family's eye, and was loved by the whole family. Now she suddenly knew that she had someone she loved, and she instantly felt empty.
"Yuanchen...?"
"Yuanchen!" Yi Qilin suddenly remembered something, his face suddenly darkened, and he snorted coldly, "This decision can't be done! Don't they all say that he has a marriage contract with the princess of Prince Jia's Mansion? This can't be done, it can't be done! My granddaughter can't bear it! This is such a grievance! No..." As he said this, he went to find Yi Qingxin, his gray beard almost standing on end.
Seeing his anxious and impatient look, Yun Xiaomeng felt indescribable envy in her heart. She is an orphan. She has been raised in the Heart Palace since she was a child. She only has her master and a group of senior and junior sisters around her. There were many disciples of the same age in the palace, and she was not outstanding when she was young. She did not get much love, let alone being held in the palm of her hand.
"Senior Yi!" Yun Xiaomeng called him in a low voice and said with a smile, "Why are you looking for Yiyi now?"
Yi Qilin had already taken a step forward and was about to go to the layman. When Yun Xiaomeng asked, he finally stopped his posture, turned back to look at her, and said to himself: "That's true. What will I do over there later?" ? Girls are always thin-skinned, I’m so confused.” After saying that, he turned back to look at Yi Qingxin with complicated eyes, and then said to Yun Xiaomeng, “When did it happen? I don’t know anything about it. I don’t know. Let’s go inside and have some tea, and you can talk to me.”
... ...
Zhaixing Pavilion is famous all over the world for being well-informed. However, its business is not just to help people find out information?
After An Ruqing went north to the capital, he took charge of the affairs in the north of Zhaixing Pavilion. In the past few years, many restaurants, rice shops, silk and satin shops, and drug stores have opened. It is not an exaggeration to say that the daily income is huge. However, he almost didn't care about anything and left it to An Bei to take care of it.
An Bei is the veteran of Zhaixing Pavilion. He was sent to Beibian by An Wuyu many years ago. He is absolutely loyal to the An family, so An Ruqing can naturally trust him.
Recently, he felt that his martial arts progress was very slow, and he was afraid that he would fall behind his brothers, so he simply left everything to An Bei and hid in the yard. He has not been out for more than a month.
"It passes like a shooting star!"
In the courtyard, An Ruqing stabbed forward quickly with a sword in one hand, his wrist shaking lightly, his momentum like a rainbow, and his body like a swimming dragon. "Phew!" The sword shook lightly in the air, causing waves of buzzing sounds.
Before the sound stopped, the same sword struck back.
"You can't see anything from the side!"
The back thrust of the sword only reaches 70%, and the castration suddenly stops. An Ruqing shakes the sword from bottom to left, tilting, circling, and lifting. The sword moves are urgent and dangerous, like a ghost.
"The leaves are falling with the wind, but they are not swirling in the waves!"
I saw his steps suddenly quicken, then he turned over and jumped up several feet, diving down from a high place. The long sword in his hand kept stabbing and spinning, and the tip of the sword covered a large space.
In this way, An Ruqing used more than a hundred moves in succession, and all of them were slanted swords, as sharp as snakes and lightning.
"Well, my sword technique is more than flexible, and the changes of moves are quite complicated. It's just that when I use the sword, my strength is difficult to penetrate, and it is inevitably a bit heavy. If it is not thick enough, it will naturally be difficult to sustain for a long time. If I get the opportunity and cannot win quickly... "As he became more and more proficient in swordsmanship, An Ruqing's face showed no trace of joy, showing that he was quite dissatisfied.
Just then, a voice came from the corner: "Hey, what are you thinking about? Your swordsmanship is very powerful."
After hearing this suddenly, An Ruqing couldn't help being shocked. He followed the sound and saw a young man in his mid-twenties in white clothes sitting on the wall smiling at him.
"Buzz~~~" The hilt of the sword rotated, and the blade of the sword buzzed. An Ruqing held the sword in his hand, stepped five or six feet in the air, and killed the young man in white.
... ...
The pot of tea was bottomed out and the previous events had been recounted. Yi Qilin frowned, looking embarrassed.
He and his wife were married by respecting the orders of their parents. For more than 40 years, they had always respected each other more than they loved each other. After all, he had never experienced such love and yearning between a boy and a boy, and he didn't know what it felt like.
"Well..." Yi Qilin gasped heavily while holding the tea cup that he could no longer suck dry.
It’s not easy to handle.
"The bad thing is that that boy is already engaged. Otherwise, his granddaughter and him would be a perfect couple, which would be difficult." Yi Qilin thought distressedly.
Yun Xiaomeng sat across from him and said with a smile: "Senior Yi, please don't bother me anymore. I think Mr. Mei is also a top-notch son, and he is a perfect match for your family's love."
Yi Qilin shook his head, pursed his lips, and replied: "Oh, I like Yuan Chen's kid very much too. If he is not engaged, there is nothing to say. But, since he is a jawan The prince’s destined son-in-law is determined to join in the fun, it’s impossible! This... always fails.”
First of all, Xia Chengyi is the princess and has an extraordinary position. Although the Yi family is also famous in the world, it is still not comparable to him.
Secondly, Mei Yuanchen got engaged to her first, but his granddaughter got to know him later. The Yi family doesn't care about the so-called first come, first served.
However, Yi Qilin couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he saw Yi Qingxin looking forward to her again and again, looking like a daughter who was in love with her.
"Senior Yi, it's too early to worry so much right now. Moreover, the engagement between Young Master Mei and the Princess of Prince Jha's Mansion is just hearsay, and I don't know whether it is true or not. When he catches up, I will find an opportunity to ask him. If he and Princess Mei are engaged, There is love for each other, haha, and an engagement may not be an obstacle." Yun Xiaomeng explained.
Yi Qilin nodded slightly and sighed heavily, not sure whether he agreed or not.
... ...
In the courtyard, two figures rose into the air and rushed toward each other with swords.
"Keng!" The moment their bodies crossed each other, the two swords clashed, knocking them several steps away.
The sound of the sword disappeared, and the two of them stood still, staring at each other intently.
"Xu Suye, I still can't beat you." After a while, An Ruqing returned the sword to its sheath and said bitterly.
