Since they had reunited with the people from Yinglong City, Ying Baiye and Lingxi did not return to the previous inn.
Anyway, there are a lot of empty rooms in this inn, so the two of them can just find two and check in directly.
Their room was next to Ziyundie's room. Except for Er Yin's room, no one else lived here, so it was very quiet.
Their arrival was silent and did not alert the others in the team. Now, only Eryin and Ziyundie were aware of his stay.
"Not many people came from the mission this time. Apart from the five supreme beings who served as guards, there were only twelve young people like me who came."
Sitting in Ying Baiye's room, Eryin explained to Ying Baiye the current situation in the team.
Lingxi was tidying up the room. She usually liked to do this kind of thing herself.
"Among these twelve people, including me, six are from the City Lord's Mansion, and the remaining six are all disciples from the Presbyterian Church."
Half and half, very balanced.
"Did Sister Eryin just come down from the border?"
Ying Baiye took a sip of the tea brewed by Lingxi and asked.
As we all know, the younger generation in Yinglong City will be sent to the border when they reach their age. Logically speaking, Er Yin should be training in the military at this time. Since he can follow the mission to Diyang City, there is no doubt that he has just come down from there.
"The twelve of us were all transferred from the army by the Second City Lord's name, just for this competition before the birthday banquet." Er Yin nodded and replied. "The most outstanding young generation under the Supreme Being are basically all here."
Er Yin's tone was calm. Even if she said the words "the most outstanding" as one of the twelve, it might be a bit bragging, but with this calm tone, no one would feel awkward.
Ying Baiye nodded, indicating that he understood, and asked her to continue.
"There are two leaders among these twelve people. One of them is naturally me, representing the six people in the City Lord's Mansion, and the other one is from the Zhao family." Having said this, Er Yin seemed to have thought of something. "You should still remember Zhao Mingya. This person is his second brother, Zhao Mingzhi. His strength is similar to mine. If I fight him, it will probably be a deadlock."
"Zhao Mingzhi." Ying Baiye murmured the name. "I remember that there are three brothers in this generation of the Zhao family, and their names are taken in the order of "The End of the World". The three brothers take the top spot among the three younger generations of the family, which is a bit interesting. How is Zhao tomorrow doing? "
"I have been promoted to Supreme and have been leading the army for two years."
Eryin replied. "I have a rivalry with Sister Yiyin."
In short, the younger generation in Yinglong City is now divided into four generations. In the first generation, the leaders on both sides are Yiyin from Caiyunjian and Zhao Mingming from the Zhao family. In the second generation, the two leaders in front of him are Zhao Mingzhi in the mouth of Sister Yin and Sister Eryin. The third generation is him and Zhao Mingya. However, unlike the previous two generations who were evenly matched, after the showdown in the Qiuzhou Villa, the outcome of their generation was decided. And this latest generation is Ying Xueer's era. Although I don't know who the leader of the family is, this little girl went to the border silently, and the fight in the city stopped.
But looking at the momentum of this trip to Diyang City, I'm afraid Ying Baiye will end up messing with the second generation's pond.
But when it came to the border, Ying Baiye hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "That girl Xue'er, how are you doing recently?"
"I thought you could hold it in and not ask."
Er Yin couldn't help laughing when she heard his tone. "Looks like I still can't hold it in."
Ying Baiye bared his teeth and said slowly: "I don't have any intention of looking down on her, it's just that..."
"Don't worry." Eryin said directly without waiting for him to finish. "Sister, I understand. You, you, protected this little girl so well when we were in Yinglong City. Now that you let her go, you will inevitably feel uneasy."
"How can there be..." Ying Baiye touched his neck and then stopped talking.
Well, he couldn't do anything about it himself
Any excuse.
"Don't worry, the little girl is doing very well." Eryin said directly without teasing him again. "She performed much better than we expected, not to mention the Snow Dragon Guard you prepared is here, so there won't be any big problems."
"But." Speaking of Snow Dragon Guard, Er Yin had a new doubt. "I know that you got the names of the people in the Snow Dragon Guard in order, but the name of the guard captain is only Thirteen, and there is no one higher than her in the team. Where have all the previous people gone?"
Snow Dragon Guard, a team that Ying Baiye has been preparing for five or six years.
Just to be able to help Ying Xueer when she is practicing at the border.
This is a personal guard force that is completely loyal to the city lord's palace, Ying Baiye, and Ying Xueer.
The performance on the border is not outstanding, but it is also relatively famous among armies of the same level.
But except for those who are close to the Ying family, no one has ever considered why thirteen is thirteen and why it is only thirteen.
There were twelve people before thirteen. Where did they go? Where was it arranged?
Ying Longcheng didn't know, Qiu Zidao didn't know, Ziyundie didn't know about this issue, and the only person who knew about it was Ying Baiye.
"Going to where they should go." Ying Baiye said calmly.
The reason why Thirteen is Thirteen is not because she is the thirteenth person Ying Baiye meets.
Many people confuse this concept.
In fact, Thirteen Ying Baiye met her very early, but she chose this path now, so she became "Thirteen".
The other twelve people made another choice, so they ranked ahead of everyone in the Snow Dragon Guard.
It's that simple.
"Okay, it seems I can't ask anything else." Eryin knew after hearing his answer that Ying Baiye wouldn't reveal anything more about this matter.
But she was used to it. Ying Baiye had been a thoughtful person since she was a child. She was born with precocious wisdom and almost enchanting wit. She had made a lot of plans since she was a child.
Some they know, some they don't.
But whether they know it or not, it will not affect their trust in their brother.
The Second City Lord Qiu Zidao also said that it was their blessing to have such a person in their generation.
Eryin quite agrees with this statement.
so……
She smiled and glanced at Ling Xi, who had already tidied up the room and was sitting next to Ying Baiye.
"I should remind you that my sister has already finished speaking, so I won't disturb you anymore." She stood up from her seat, nodded to Lingxi, and then looked at Ying Baiye with a smile. "This room is very soundproofed."
After saying this seemingly irrelevant sentence, she left here quickly.
Only Lingxi and Ying Baiye were left confused.
What does the soundproofing of the room have to do with them?
My thoughts surged, analyzing the meaning of this sentence until...
"hiss--"
Ying Baiye gasped in pain and looked at Ling Xi beside him, mainly at the jade hand resting on his waist.
"Sister, it hurts a little."
"Shut...shut up."
Lingxi turned his face sideways, his ears a little red.
Speaking of which, she seems to be blushing more and more recently...
…
The lanterns are on at the beginning, and the night covers the sky.
When the streets of Diyang City became quiet, it meant that the city had just opened when it was the noisiest.
The people had already fallen asleep, but noble carriages began to walk in the streets.
Just like the gathering sediment, coming from the waterways in all directions, and constantly gathering towards the same location, these carriages are all traveling in the same place.
Weak Water Pavilion.
The largest auction house in Diyang City.
In December of a year,
At the end of every month, Ruoshui Pavilion will hold a valuable auction.
The people who can receive invitations to this auction are all relatively noble beings without exception. They are either dignitaries in the city, relatives of the royal family, or they belong to famous families.
Sitting on the carriage in Yinglong City, from Er Yin's narration, Ying Baiye finally understood how noble the invitation letter Shui Jingya gave them casually was.
This is a qualification, a qualification that symbolizes dignity.
However, as things turned out, Ying Baiye didn't really need this qualification.
Yinglongcheng's team itself was on the list of invitees.
After opening the curtains of the carriage, Ying Baiye squinted at the carriages behind him, his eyes flashing with silver light.
There was no strong breath.
I am afraid that all the real strong men stayed at their respective stations like Sanniang and did not come over.
This can be regarded as an unspoken rule reached by all the forces in Diyang City tacitly.
At this special time of the emperor's birthday banquet, all the major forces gathered in Diyang City. All parties gathered together, and the best young generations from each force were here.
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Before Er Yin could say anything, a boy next to her sneered: "You said it lightly, why do you have to let him come this time? Well, why not let Er Yin come this time, and it will be your turn next time."
I don’t care what the occasion is. If I really give up “this time”, I’m afraid I’ll have to give up every time in the future.
"Qiu Wen, why are you so angry?" It was another person next to Zhao Mingzhi who spoke. "What Ye Qing said is indeed inappropriate, but there is one sentence she said that said a lot. At this time, someone must sit on it. Otherwise, I am afraid that we in Yinglong City will be laughed at by others."
"Then let Er Yin come." The man named "Qiu Wen" continued to sneer. "The young master of the Zhao family doesn't even have this kind of courage, does he?"
"Don't use this kind of name to provoke us." The woman who took the initiative just now spoke in a cold voice. "If you are going to say that, then the disciples of the three city lords should take a step back, right?"
The two people said something to each other, and the solemn atmosphere gradually developed towards the smell of gunpowder.
But Er Yin never spoke, and Zhao Mingzhi saw that Er Yin didn't speak, so he didn't speak either.
He was observing Er Yin carefully, but Er Yin's expression was still impeccable.
From that pretty face, he couldn't see Er Yin having any thoughts.
The argument between Qiu Wen and Ye Qing became more and more intense. Zhao Mingzhi moved tentatively towards the seat, wanting to see Er Yin's reaction.
But beyond his expectation, Eryin actually watched him move without any reaction, not even the slightest thought of stopping him.
"Er Yin."
But his actions were noticed by Qiu Wen. He frowned fiercely and then turned to look at Er Yin.
Er Yin did not speak, but looked blankly at Zhao Mingzhi, who was getting closer and closer to his seat.
Qiuwen gritted her teeth tightly, and just as she was about to step forward, Er Yin stopped her movement with a look.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He whispered to Eryin and watched Zhao Mingzhi walk towards that seat.
There was a hint of smile in Eryin's eyes and he just shook his head.
The City Lord's Mansion stood still and did not move, but the Aristocratic Family was following Zhao Mingzhi as he walked forward step by step.
Zhao Mingzhi didn't know what Er Yin was thinking. Anyway, his idea was very simple. As long as he sat on it, everything would be settled.
Gradually, he got closer and closer to that seat.
It was just one step away from him reaching that spot.
But at the next moment, his movements froze slightly and he froze on the spot.
Looking at the white hair that appeared in his sight, his eyes showed deep disbelief.
Why would anyone be there?
What is the situation, when did this person sit here?
Zhao Mingzhi took a step forward, but at this moment, the voice sitting on the seat slowly turned around, revealing his handsome face.
Zhao Mingzhi's movements suddenly froze on the spot.
The man's mouth curled up slightly, showing a warm smile, and his voice was calm.
"Good evening, Mr. Zhao."
