Wei Ci received the hint from Yang Si. He carefully recalled what he had just said, and the color of blood gradually faded from his cheeks.
It seemed that … he had just said something that he shouldn't have.
He tried to open his mouth to change the topic, but his lips moved for a while. He couldn't even say a word. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pinching his throat, forcing him to swallow his next words. An indescribable feeling spread from his toes and rushed straight to his brain.
Jiang Pengji crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the pillar. Her gaze fell on Wei Ci with a bit of fierce scrutiny.
Yang Si keenly sensed the change in the atmosphere and swallowed nervously. He felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little strange.
Logically speaking, Wei Ci's expression of loyalty was accidentally heard by the lord. As the lord, shouldn't she be happy?
Similarly, Wei Ci's expression of loyalty was heard by the person involved. Even if he wasn't shy, he couldn't be afraid, right?
In the end?
Yang Si felt that he seemed to have smelled something unusual.
Jiang Pengji retracted her gaze and said to Wei Ci, "I happened to pass by. You guys continue talking."
With that, she simply turned around.
At that moment, Wei Ci realized that Jiang Pengji was wearing straw sandals instead of wooden clogs. No wonder she walked like she was floating and didn't make any sound.
It wasn't until Jiang Pengji's figure disappeared from his field of vision that Wei Ci slumped his shoulders in a deflated manner. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
He said to Yang Si weakly, "Lend me a hand."
Yang Si wanted Wei Ci to fall, but he held back in the end.
"What's wrong with you and the lord?" Yang Si was conflicted for a while. His eyebrows knitted together. "I think you and the lord are a little strange."
To say it was strange was a euphemistic way of saying it. To put it bluntly, did the two of them have an affair in private?
There was a cat scratching his heart, making it itch.
Wei Ci rubbed his eyebrows with a headache and glanced at him. "What's strange?"
Yang Si pinched his chin and glanced at Wei Ci from time to time. "Could it be that my previous guess was correct? Do you really have some unspeakable dirty thoughts about your lord? Or does the lord have the same kind of feelings for you? Although men are popular nowadays and people don't have much resistance to this kind of thing, you're six years apart and you're both monarchs and ministers. This matter … is not easy to deal with … "
As he spoke, Yang Si rubbed his hands.
Wei Ci was already fuming with anger, yet Yang Si was still coming up with lousy ideas.
"Otherwise, Zixiao, you should find someone to marry. If he was worried about his fate, he could take a concubine. At least he would have a woman by his side. The balance of Yin and Yang was the right way to go. You could have taken the water route, but you chose to take the land route … Although you are older than the lord, there is a difference in seniority. You can't just suppress the senior. This is disrespectful. If you really want to force it, won't you make me … painful! " Yang Si was halfway through his sentence when Wei Ci rewarded him with an elbow strike that was neither light nor heavy. Yang Si was caught off guard and his expression was twisted. "Shameless sneak attack."
Wei Ci chuckled and raised his brows.
"Take a stroll in the martial arts arena?"
What water or land routes? This guy really didn't know how to restrain himself when he started talking dirty. He knew even more than that wastrel Feng Zhen.
Although Yang Si was still alone in his twenties, his private life was quite rich.
Yang Si sucked in a breath of cold air and grimaced.
"Fine, I'll leave then. I tried to advise you out of goodwill, but not only do you not know how to be grateful, you even made a false accusation …"
He had to teach Wei Ci a lesson today!
When they arrived at the martial arts arena, Yang Si took out his sword, rolled up his sleeves, and pulled out his sword to face Wei Ci. Wei Ci returned the favor.
Not long after, Jiang Pengji received news that the two strategists were fighting at the martial arts arena.
Not only was Jiang Pengji dumbfounded, but the audience in the streaming room was also confused.
Xiangchengwei Yayi: "Did I … hear it wrong? Why did Yang Si and Wei Ci fight? Aren't they literati? "
Mala Flavor Rabbit Leg: "# picknose. who told you that literati can't fight? Do you think that the literati of this era are the same as the literati of China after the Song Dynasty? They can't carry anything on their shoulders or lift anything with their hands? They have learned the six arts of a gentleman. Horse riding, archery, and swordsmanship are also compulsory courses. "
Sauce Flavor Chicken Feet: "I think you have some misunderstanding about literati? The literati of ancient times were basically proficient in both the pen and the sword. For example, my idol, Li Bai, was a genuine swordsmanship expert and the most respected in the martial arts world! Think about it, how chaotic the ancient society was. How could they not know how to fight when they could sneer and roam around outside? Otherwise, they would have been crushed to death long ago. Therefore, it's normal that Beauty Ci and the others know how to fight. "
Country Bumpkin: "I'm shivering. The person above, please don't mention it. When Li Bai is mentioned, I think of the fear of being dominated by Li Bai's Green Lotus Sword. When we were pioneering, there were always three parallel swords. One explosion destroyed one group. Li Bai, the god, fought 25 of them without panting."
Sanzazhi Pingjian: "No, you've all gone off topic, haven't you? Beauty Ci and Yang Si are fighting. Will they be alright? "
At this moment, the audience in the streaming room remembered the main point of the matter. They summoned Jiang Pengji to resolve the conflict between the two so that nothing bad would happen.
Jiang Pengji had an indolent expression and rested her chin on her hand lazily.
"Two rookies pecking at each other. What can happen?"
The 150,000 viewers were speechless.
My Lord, it hurts!
Rookies …
No, Wei Ci and Yang Si had exchanged dozens of blows. Yang Si barely won by half a move.
He liked to eat but did not like to exercise. Naturally, his swordsmanship was rusty.
Even though Wei Ci went easy on him like a flood, he was still exhausted and sweating profusely.
After a round of fighting, he was panting like a dog.
On the other hand, Wei Ci's face was not red and his heart was not beating … No, who was the sickly one!
"Zixiao, be honest. What's going on between you and the lord?"
Wei Ci put his sword back into its scabbard and said casually, "What's going on between me and her?"
"You're just being stubborn. Do you really think that my eyes are just for show? You're not the only smart person in this world. Everyone else's eyes are bright. " Yang Si panted and suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Jiang Pengji that day. He said earnestly, "It's best if there's nothing. The lord is young and his temperament is not yet determined. If he gets involved with men out of curiosity, you'll be guilty. But I heard from the lord that he seems to have a sweetheart. "
After Wei Ci heard this, he froze on the spot. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and he could not move an inch.
A sweetheart?
Yang Si nagged and repeated Jiang Pengji's words that day. He hoped that he could use reality to extinguish the possible hidden dangers.
Whether it was from the lord's or Wei Ci's point of view, it would be very dangerous if the two of them developed a relationship other than that of a ruler and a minister.
Firstly, Wei Ci was six years older. People would only say that the lord was young and ignorant. Wei Ci fawned on her and shamelessly seduced a young man. He was degenerate. The two of them could have been a ruler and a minister for a lifetime and become a legend. Why did they have to bear eternal infamy?
Secondly, the lord already had a girl he liked. If Wei Ci could not stop now, he would not even be able to be a ruler and a minister in the future.
Out of concern for his friend, Yang Si felt that it was better to nip the bud in the bud, regardless of whether the two of them had any signs of it.
But … why did it not have any effect?
At first, Wei Ci's face was still a little green. As Yang Si spoke, it gradually turned into embarrassment and a faint blush hung on his face.
Yang Si was speechless.
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