nucmednet Chapter 134 National Preceptor
Chapter 134 National Preceptor
"Yeah, I can do it."
The child tilted his head slightly and looked over.
Her eyes were a little dazed, revealing a little stubbornness, and she repeated: "I can do it."
Bei Heng had mixed feelings, wondering if he was pushing her too early.
She is still so young. She can wait a few more years.
But there is no turning back when the bow is drawn.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to be ruthless.
She couldn't be a normal child.
"......it is good."
"Aye knows that Chu'er is the bravest."
"But there's another person. Can you handle it together?"
There is one more person...
Yan Chu was still being forced to kneel beside him.
They had agreed that if he failed the test this time, he would not be able to stay.
Bei Jingchu felt that this was simply too overbearing and unreasonable. It was normal for a person to feel some resentment after knowing his or her life experience.
But they can only be unreasonable.
There can be no hidden dangers, what she wants is complete loyalty.
Bei Jingchu moved forward bit by bit and walked over very slowly.
But no one present urged him.
Step by step, slowly, but each step is firm and decisive.
She stood in front of Yan Chu.
He looked at her steadily, without any desperate struggle, having already accepted his fate.
It takes a lot of strength to pierce the heart with a dagger, as the human heart is protected by a layer of hard bones.
Bei Jingchu threw it in with all his strength.
The soft elastic feeling of piercing the flesh, the hard blocking feeling of pressing against the bones, and finally piercing straight through the heart. The warmth of a living person could be felt on my hand.
The male protagonist should be an existence that is difficult to surpass.
But with just one blow of the knife, he died.
Human life is really worthless, even the male protagonist she thinks is the center of the world.
Bei Jingchu suddenly let go of the hilt and stepped back repeatedly.
She retreated too quickly, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
Yan Chu was still alive, breathing rapidly and instinctively trying to survive.
But gradually, that trace of life slowly dissipated and became still.
He will gradually stiffen, decay, and become a skeleton.
She...she really...
Not wanting to stay in this bloody palace any longer, Bei Jingchu staggered to his feet and walked outside.
Changyan and Haoyue followed her as usual.
Bei Jingchu paused, "I'll be alone, you guys go back."
The two stopped where they were, not daring to move forward.
The emperor ordered Jiang Zhixian: "Go to Hongwenguan and Xianchi Palace and tell them that the princess will not go today."
"Let her rest."
Bei Jingchu walked aimlessly, not knowing where to go.
But she didn't want to stop. Once she stopped, the scene just now would emerge more clearly.
It took her a long time to realize that the scenery around her had become unfamiliar.
She had been to all places in the palace, but she had never seen this place.
In the distance, a courtyard stood there. Except for the eye-catching vermilion gate, the rest of the place was shrouded in a thin mist, like a dreamlike fairyland.
But it also looks a bit like an isolated house in a horror movie.
Where is this?
If she had seen it before, she would have definitely run away, but now she seemed to have lost her fear.
Bei Jingchu walked to the front door.
What a high door.
She raised her hand to knock, but the door was opened from the inside.
"Your Highness is here? Master has been waiting for you for a long time."
Wait for her?
Who?
What are you waiting for her to do?
Everything here was strange, but Bei Jingchu's mind was in a mess and she didn't want to care at all.
She followed the man and was taken inside.
When they arrived at the door of a house, the person leading the way opened the door and extended his hand to invite her in.
"The master is inside, please go in, Your Highness."
After that he left.
Bei Jingchu looked around and walked in. In front of her was a complete silk embroidered screen.
The misty light shines through the silk screen, and you can see the person behind them vaguely.
【Playing tricks. 】
Bei Jingchu walked through quickly.
"Your Highness, would you like a drink?"
He held up the teacup to her, but from the tone of his voice, it sounded like he was inviting her to drink.
【Strange person.】
Bei Jingchu didn't answer it, but walked over and sat down on the bench opposite him.
[The palace has high chairs, but here they still use chairs with raised heels, which is out of place in the entire Taiji Palace.]
[The people are strange, and the place is strange too.]
"How do you know me?"
A light laugh came out of a clear voice: "That's a long story."
"You can keep it short."
The man did not respond. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, asking in a gentle voice, "Your Highness's face is stained with dirt. Do you want to wipe it off?"
Bei Jingchu reached out and wiped it, only to find that her face and hands were covered in blood, most of which had dried.
She took it and wiped it quickly.
The handkerchief was of linen.
Since she was born, she has only used silk handkerchiefs and has never used linen handkerchiefs.
It couldn't be wiped off by dry rubbing, so Bei Jingchu gave up.
She shook the dark red handkerchief and said, "I'll have someone wash it and then give it back to you."
"No need to return it. Leave it with Your Highness. When Your Highness sees it by chance, perhaps he will remember that there is such a person as me."
【I don't know what to say, and I'm talking nonsense. 】
However, Bei Jingchu was rarely impatient. Staying here, the discomfort caused by what had just happened seemed to have dissipated a lot.
"Have I seen you before? Just tell me whether you have forgotten me or not."
The man pointed at the peace locket on her waist and said with a gentle smile, "This little thing that your Highness always carries with you was given by me. How come you can't remember who gave it to you?"
Bei Jingchu picked up the peace locket on her waist and said, "This peace locket was given by the national master. Do you mean that you are the national master?"
"Isn't it the same?"
Bei Jingchu answered decisively without any hesitation: "No."
"..."
"I heard that the Imperial Master of Zhaixing Tower is an old man with an immortal look, but your hands look like they have delicate skin and tender flesh."
[It has distinct joints, is slender and delicate, and is perfect for hand control. 】
The person on the other side laughed again: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness."
Laugh, laugh, is it that funny?
“So I look fake.”
"Whether Your Highness believes it or not, it doesn't matter."
"It's just that I don't want to show my mask to Your Highness."
Bei Jingchu suddenly became interested: "You mean, the old man is fake, and this is your true face?"
"But you're wearing a quilted hat on your head, so you can't be considered to be showing your true face, right?"
The imperial master kept rubbing tea and going out to sea without stopping, and his voice did not tremble at all, nor did he show any emotional fluctuation because of the doubts.
He half-jokingly said, "Perhaps I am ugly and afraid of embarrassing Your Highness?"
Bei Jing initially wanted to say no, but then she changed her mind and thought: [Although her voice is nice and her hands are pretty, what if her face is not good enough?]
【That makes a lot of sense.】