"This is King Dawu Li, His Highness Yang Ying."
In the inn room, Jingting met this little girl who had walked out of the palace for the first time.
The little girl sat behind the desk, leaning her head on her head, with her big eyes looking a little confused, not sure whether it was about the road ahead or the outside world.
"The poor Taoist Tianqing Guanjing Pavilion, see Your Highness."
"Oh, hello."
Jingting nodded to Yang Ying, and His Royal Highness Prince Li actually stood up and bowed to Jingting.
"Your Highness."
The red-clothed officials and maids beside Yang Ying were in a panic.
"This is Ambassador Du, who is responsible for some external affairs of the mission and teaching His Highness. Envoy Ming is also responsible for teaching His Highness."
Ning Yuanzhou smiled and pointed at the officials and maids in red, and then turned to Jingting: "His Royal Highness's body is too weak. The mountains are high and the roads are long. I want you to teach him some skills. I don't want to become a martial artist." As a master, it’s good if you can strengthen your body.”
"Our Six Paths Hall's martial arts focus on killing people, which is not suitable for Your Highness." Ning Yuanzhou added.
Jingting took a step forward and gently placed her fingers on Yang Ying's wrist.
"The meridians are weak. Call me master."
"Master~"
The little girl looked at Jingting, and the soft and waxy voice reached the Taoist priest's ears.
"Okay, let's serve tea."
As soon as Jingting spoke, Ning Yuanzhou grabbed his arm: "Are you serious?"
"you are not willing?"
"I'm afraid you'll regret it." Ning Yuanzhou took a step back and stopped Ming Nu Shi who wanted to say something.
Yang Ying tremblingly picked up the teapot on the table, took two deep breaths, poured the tea into the cup, and handed it to Jingting carefully.
Jingting drank it all in one gulp.
"Why do you...ah!!!" After serving tea, Ming Nu Shi finally had the chance to rush forward. As soon as she opened her mouth to question, she let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
Jingting flicked her fingers, and three silver needles shot through the air and pierced her body. The female historian instantly collapsed to the ground, screaming and twisting wildly.
"Jingting!"
Ning Yuanzhou looked at the Taoist priest without stopping him, but with a questioning look.
"She stabbed my apprentice."
Jingting raised her hand slightly and covered Yang Ying's eyes with the sleeves of her Taoist robe to prevent her from seeing the tragic situation on the ground.
"Woo... Wu... Master." His sleeves were wet.
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"Tell me why I accepted His Highness as my disciple."
Back at the mission, Ning Yuanzhou arranged a lot of things. It wasn't until the sun set that he had time and came to Jingting carrying two pieces of pastry.
"She has a connection with Pindao."
"Can you be more specific?"
"Look at her eyes. It has been a month since Pindao came down the mountain. I have never seen such pure eyes. If you are poor in martial arts, you can teach her. If your heart is evil, how can you change it?"
The voice of the Taoist in Qingyi sounded faintly: "Besides, when I came down the mountain, the master and I were the only two people left in the temple. The master is old and has stopped accepting apprentices. Although I can only scratch the surface of his skills, But it’s still good to pass it on.”
"Where are you going to start teaching?"
"Practice martial arts is not something that can be accomplished in a day. She has such a strong body, and if she starts practicing now, she won't be able to develop her sense of energy when she gets to Anguo. Let's start with medical skills."
"How did you find out that His Highness was injured?"
"When Pindao took her pulse, he used an internal force to go around her muscles and veins. The right arm was not smooth. After a little probing, she frowned, thinking it was a needle prick."
"I was negligent in this matter. If you don't know the people in the mission, I will introduce them to you."
"Yuan Lu has already introduced you. Yu Shisan likes to dress up and knows how to make wine. Qian Zhao can write prescriptions but doesn't like to talk much. Sun Lang is poor in martial arts. As for the others, there is still a long way to go before you can understand them."
"Sun Lang's martial arts are actually not bad." Ning Yuanzhou looked around: "Where are they?"
"They wanted to know why I could be His Highness's master, so Pindao slapped them all and now he's healing."
"..."
"Where's Ruyi?"
"Ming Dynasty's female historian was driven back to Wudu by Miss Ren. She is now giving lessons to His Highness and is about to leave. Your Highness still has a blank sheet of paper and there are many things to learn."
"Are you so relieved to leave Prince Li to her?"
"Otherwise, who will teach you how to wield knives and swords in the inn?"
"Aren't you afraid that she will instill her theory of not having feelings but having children into your Highness?"
"Hiss~ Should we take a look?"
Ning Yuanzhou took a breath of cold air.
"I know where the window is."
"Add me one!" Not far away from the two of them, Yuan Lu stuck his head out, with the dregs of the sugar pill still stuck to the corner of his mouth.
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When half of the mission is crowded at the same window, some things naturally cannot be hidden.
The window was opened and then closed tightly, and a strong wind blew. In addition to the leaves, there was also a strand of hair in front of Yu Shisan's forehead.
"ah!!!"
The second scream today came from Thirteen.
Miraculously, after such a commotion, Jingting became familiar with everyone in the mission. After dinner, Jingting, Ning Yuanzhou, Yu Shisan, Qian Zhao and others sat together to drink and chat. The angel group is about to set off, and I'm afraid there won't be any time to relax like this.
"Miss Ren is truly a beauty. I have seen countless women since I was thirteen, but I have never seen such a beauty."
Everyone chatted here and there, Ning Yuanzhou talked about the battlefield at Tianmen Pass, Qian Zhao also mentioned the Yulin Guards' defense of Wu Palace, but in the end they inevitably returned to the topic of men.
"Yeah yeah."
Jingting echoed.
"While you are in prison, don't you still have a lot of sweethearts? They are all waiting for you to come back."
Qian Zhao's knife accurately hit Shisan's heart.
"How can those crooked melons and cracked dates be compared with Miss Ren? Just looking at that gorgeous face makes people fascinated."
Yu Shisan stretched out his hand and stroked the white hair on the hairpin: "Whoever can marry Miss Ren will really have the merits accumulated over many lifetimes."
"Yeah yeah."
Jingting stared at Yu Shisan, turning into an emotionless nodding machine.
"If I could kiss Fangze, I would die..."
Yu Shisan wanted to say something else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he retracted it with an embarrassed look. At some point, Ren Ruyi stood behind him, holding a light red rapier on Yu Shisan's neck.
"As one wishes."
Jingting stood up.
"It's getting late." Ren Ruyi sheathed her sword and turned to Jingting.
"yes."
"It's time to rest."
Without any explanation, Ren Ruyi grabbed Jingting's collar and dragged the Taoist priest into his room.
"They...she...them..."
Watching the two people's backs disappear, Yu Shisan was a little incoherent.
"Yes, Taoist Master Jingting didn't beat you to death just now. You really have a strong Taoist heart."
Ning Yuanzhou patted Yu Shisan's shoulder and raised the wine glass in his hand.
