It was snowing heavily in winter.
In the streets of Daye Square, Zhu Manzhi held an oil-paper umbrella and wandered aimlessly. She looked back from time to time to make sure that no one was following her before she quickened her pace and walked to Qing Ye's courtyard.
A few days ago, she found clues about the Dragon-locking Insect. Although Zhu Manzhi was pleasantly surprised, she was also inevitably afraid. She could only be at ease when she was in front of Xu Buling. But Xu Buling was Prince Su. He was not someone that ordinary people could meet whenever they wanted to.
Zhu Manzhi did not know where Xu Buling was. She pretended to patrol the streets and wandered around Kuishou Street a few times before she learned that Xu Buling was locked up in the Imperial College. She could only wander around the Imperial College. She did not know anyone and could not send news to Xu Buling.
Fortunately, Old Seven, who had met him once, came out and asked about it. Only then did he reveal this important news.
Zhu Manzhi did not feel at ease when she did not see Xu Buling. She was not courageous by nature and knew the dangers of Jianghu. To protect herself, she had to find a safe place to wait.
Zhu Manzhi had not been in the capital for a long time. She did not know anyone to back her up. There were many people in the Prince's Mansion on Kuishou Street. The only master she could think of was the female assassin hiding in the streets.
The female assassin and Xu Buling knew each other. She might be Xu Buling's child. Since they were on the same side, it was impossible for them to harm her.
Therefore, Zhu Manzhi came to a small courtyard in a deserted alley and knocked on the door.
Knock, knock —
There was a fire in the courtyard. It was obvious that someone was inside. A faint smell of medicine floated in the air. A cold voice sounded.
"Who is it?"
Zhu Manzhi blinked her big eyes. She pondered for a moment and said seriously,
"I am Crown Prince Xu's … right-hand man! I saw you last time … "
Although the hanger-ons and guards were both working for the master, their statuses were worlds apart.
Bodyguards were hired thugs that could be found on the streets. Some of them were even servants of the mansion.
On the other hand, a 'guest' was different. It was an expert invited by the master to stay in the mansion as a guest. They were the friends of the master. For some capable aides, the master would even have to personally greet them and respectfully address them as' Mister '.
And those who could be right-hand men in the Su Palace were like Xiao. They were probably at the level where they could recite their master's name in a sea of blood. Even Xu Buling treated them as an elder.
Zhu Man Zhi held the paper umbrella, one hand on the saber at his waist, and stood outside the courtyard with his head held high and chest puffed out. He really did look like an expert.
Squeak —
The courtyard door opened.
Ning Qingye, who was draped in a snow-white fox fur coat, appeared. Her fox fur coat was as white as snow, and her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her beautiful face made her look like a fairy from heaven. She raised her long and thin eyebrows slightly and lowered her head to look at the little girl in front of her.
"Is something the matter?"
Zhu Manzhi was not tall. At most, she reached Xu Buling's chin. Ning Qing Ye was tall and slender. She reached Xu Buling's eyebrows. Since they were close, she had to raise her head to look at him, and her presence was naturally weaker.
Zhu Manzhi instinctively puffed out her chest and tried to make herself look taller. She said in a low voice, "I asked Crown Prince Xu to wait for me here …" She thought about it and added, "Crown Prince Xu asked you to protect me."
Ning Qing Ye frowned slightly. She was a little surprised. She thought about it and did not ask anything. She moved aside.
"Come in."
Zhu Manzhi put away her oil-paper umbrella and looked around before she slipped into the courtyard. She closed the door and locked it. She even stuck her ear to the door to listen to the movements outside. These were the Wolf Guards' anti-tracking methods.
Ning Qing Ye turned a blind eye to this. She walked back to the eaves and continued to brew medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. There was a saying that it would take a hundred days to recover from an injury. Zhang Xiang had hit her shoulder and arm twice. It was not a big problem, but it could easily leave a lingering illness if it was not carefully nurtured. The body was the capital of a martial artist. If they did not take care of it, they would basically become a medicine pot in their forties.
The winter wind was biting cold, and the courtyard was relatively cold.
Ning Qing Ye wrapped herself in a snow-white fox fur coat and sat on a small stool. She placed her longsword by her side. There were also seven or eight wine pots under the eaves.
Ning Qing Ye was naturally a person of few words. She did not speak much to those close to her, and she had no intention of entertaining guests.
Zhu Man Zhi, on the other hand, was different. She was naturally familiar with everyone and could chat nonsense with anyone.
After confirming that there was no one outside, Zhu Manzhi had nothing to do in the empty courtyard. She moved a small stool from the house and sat opposite Ning Qing Ye. She thought for a moment.
"Hey, are you injured?"
"I'm Ning Qing Ye, not 'hey'. You can just call me Big Sister Ning."
“？”
Zhu Manzhi quirked an eyebrow. She was instantly displeased. Why did she have to call her big sister?
"Miss Ning, I'm Zhu Manzhi. The people in the world of martial artists gave me the nickname of Fen River Sword God. If you don't mind, you can call me Swordswoman Zhu."
"Fen River Sword God?"
Ning Qing Ye never joked around with others. Her expression became serious, and she thought about it seriously. Once she was certain that she had never heard of Fen River Sword God, she looked up.
"Swordswoman Zhu uses a sword as well?"
Zhu Manzhi coughed softly. "I know a little, but I usually don't draw my sword. When I do, blood must be shed. It's a pity that I can't exchange blows with you."
Some famous swordsmen in the world of martial artists did pay attention to this.
Ning Qing Ye was skeptical. It was difficult to tell the strength of the martial artists from their appearances. After she sized up Zhu Manzhi, her eyes focused slightly.
Shing —
The three-foot-long sword was drawn from its sheath, and it brought with it a silver glare in the courtyard that was covered in snow.
The sword glare swept through the courtyard, and it was sheathed.
Ning Qing Ye remained in her original posture. She did not seem to have moved at all.
Zhu Manzhi was so frightened that she shuddered. She leaned back a little, and she did not see anything clearly. She asked in slight puzzlement,
"Um … Miss, what are you …"
As she spoke, she suddenly felt a slight chill on her body.
She lowered her head to look, and she noticed that a tear had appeared on her lapel at some point in time. Even the dudou underneath was cut open by the sword, revealing a white arc underneath, but it did not injure her in the slightest.
"Ah —"
Zhu Manzhi's face turned red. She hugged her chest and stared at the person across from her in anger. She wanted to scold her, but she did not dare to do so.
Ning Qing Ye's face was calm, and there was no longer any respect between her eyes. She just continued to fiddle with the small furnace.
"You are not big, but your breasts are not small. Why are you not staying at home to nurse your child, but coming out to roam the martial world? You will know how powerful you are when you fall into the hands of bad people one day …"
Zhu Manzhi's almond-shaped eyes were round, and she was so angry that her teeth were itching. But she was not as skilled as the other person, and she had no right to speak. She could only snort in a strange tone.
"Miss Ning is right. Only someone as tall and small as Miss Ning can roam the martial world, so that you will not be targeted by bad people …"
Ning Qing Ye stopped what she was doing. She raised her eyes and glanced at Zhu Manzhi. Then, she sat up straight, and held her collar with both hands. She slightly opened the fox fur coat, revealing her exquisite and graceful figure.
As she breathed, her breasts piled up.
Ning Qing Ye tilted her head slightly, and there was a hint of provocation in her eyes that were 70% heroic and 30% foxy.
"Huh?"
This foxy girl was too much of a bully!
Zhu Manzhi was so angry that she could barely speak. She was a lady, and she did not want to hold a grudge against her. There was no way she would have stage fright at that moment.
The Wolf Guard uniform was very tight. Zhu Manzhi raised her hand and wanted to undo her lapel so that she could have a fair fight with the foxy girl in front of her.
But Ning Qing Ye's ears twitched slightly. She seemed to have noticed something. She held the hilt of her sword and looked at the gate of the courtyard.
"Who is it?!"
When Zhu Manzhi saw Ning Qing Ye holding her sword, she was about to shout for mercy, but when she heard her words, she quickly wrapped her arms around her chest …
