Why are you messing with her? She is full of space beasts.

Chapter 401 He chased her, she ran away, she couldn't fly away

The two men quickened their pace, with the people behind them chasing closely. They slipped into the restaurant, and Prince Zhen walked into the private room with ease. The restaurant, which had originally had average business, became full in an instant with the arrival of Prince Zhen. The shopkeeper excitedly put down the abacus in his hand.

After greeting the guests, the shopkeeper came to Prince Zhen’s private room and knocked on the door.

"Sir?"

"Come in."

The familiar voice made Shopkeeper Yu pause slightly. He slowly pushed open the door and saw a playful girl and a handsome man. He knew the girl was the second daughter of the Wen family and also a good friend of the prince, but the man...

Before the shopkeeper could think about it, Prince Zhen spoke again: "What are you standing there for, Shopkeeper Yu? Serve this prince the best dishes, and quickly."

Shopkeeper Yu smacked his lips. These were the classic words of Prince Zhen. Could it be that the person in front of him was... Prince Zhen?

"Prince?"

"Manager Yu, you read it right, it's me, the prince. Hurry up and serve the food. Xiaoting is hungry."

Prince Zhen frowned.

"Okay, okay, I'll prepare it right away." After the shopkeeper reacted, he quickly retreated. For a moment he seemed to be dreaming. This handsome man was indeed Prince Zhen. There was no doubt about his voice and tone.

Soon, the table was covered with a variety of dishes, all served by the shopkeeper himself.

I didn't expect the prince to become so handsome. Those young girls downstairs were probably attracted by him. If the prince comes here every day, this restaurant will probably catch up with the famous Zuixianlou in Kyoto City soon!

The shopkeeper fantasized happily, but imagination is beautiful and reality is very bleak.

"Xiaoting, eat more."

"Then I won't be polite." Wen Longting ate with gusto. This restaurant was owned by Prince Zhen, and she had eaten here many times, but this time the food was particularly delicious, which might also be because she was hungry.

There was a noise downstairs. Wen Longting glanced at Zhen Shizi with a teasing look, "Fatty... No, I can't call you Fatty anymore. I'm not used to changing my words all of a sudden."

"Since Master Ting is not used to it, just call me like before."

"Okay, Fatty, look, as soon as you come in, the restaurant is instantly full. If you walk around the street every day and then go back to the restaurant, you will have countless spirit stones every day." Wen Longting said with a smile.

The corner of Prince Zhen's mouth twitched slightly, "No, I don't like being chased by those girls."

"That's right, you are the prince, so these girls are naturally not worthy of you."

Wen Longting sighed and shook her head. "Marriage is decided by parents. For a family of officials like you, you have no choice."

Prince Zhen shrugged disapprovingly, "My father and mother will not force me. I'm afraid the emperor will give the order."

The emperor has granted the marriage, and it is said that it is destiny that cannot be defied!

Soon, the news that Prince Zhen had become thinner spread in Kyoto.

As everyone knows, Prince Mingyang and Princess Mingyang had taken great pains to make Prince Zhen lose weight, but the result was not satisfactory. Now he has lost weight in a flash, and it is rumored that he has become a handsome man. This has made many people in Kyoto suspicious, and they have been asking what kind of elixir or elixir Prince Zhen had taken and where it came from.

-

In the princess's mansion, Qingling was dancing with the sword, and Yingyue was directing her from the side.

"Raise your right hand a little higher and put your feet forward." Yingyue's indifferent voice came.

Fine beads of sweat slid down her face, but Qingling gritted her teeth and persevered. She had been practicing sword for the entire afternoon, but she just couldn't get it right. Was she really not suitable for practicing this sword technique?

Seeing her reluctant look, Yingyue's eyes moved slightly: "Okay, Qingling, let's stop here today."

"No, I can hold on for a while."

As she spoke, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Yingyue frowned, and with a slight movement of her hand, the sword in her hand flew into his hand.

"Let's practice again tomorrow."

"Okay... okay!" Qingling had no choice but to give up. Yingyue returned the sword to her and turned away.

That night, the moon was as white as snow.

The door opened with a creak, and a petite figure appeared at the door.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Yingyue's eyes in the dark. Did she forget that he was in the dark? Qingling carefully closed the door and came to the back mountain of the princess.

He carefully studied the sword manual in the moonlight. After a while, he swung the sword in his hand and followed the instructions in the book step by step.

After a while, he was exhausted and collapsed on the huge stone. "Ah, why is it so difficult? Why am I so stupid!"

"It is difficult to practice swordsmanship by just using brute force."

Yingyue, who almost blended into the darkness, walked out. Qingling stood up smartly, like a child who had done something wrong, "Ying, Yingyue!"

"Let me teach you!"

As he spoke, Yingyue's figure appeared behind Qingling like a ghost. Before Qingling could react, the hand holding the sword was wrapped in it by a big palm. The callus on his palm rested on the back of her hand, indicating to her that all this was not a dream.

"Seriously!"

Then Yingyue's voice brought her back to her senses, and she quickly responded, "Oh, okay."

"Swordsmanship cannot rely solely on brute force, but also requires cleverness, such as this."

Qingling listened to his explanation, her body seemed to no longer be her own body. The movements of her hands kept changing as she followed his explanation, each move was careless, yet each step was in place.

While practicing swordsmanship, his black hair brushed across the side of her face, blurring her vision.

Although Qingling couldn't see him clearly, she could feel his body temperature behind her all the time.

Noticing her distraction, Yingyue stopped explaining and reminded her again: "Be serious."

If Qing Ling listened carefully enough, she would have noticed that his voice became hoarse and low.

"it is good."

Two black figures were constantly waving their swords, and from a distance they looked more like a loving couple.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Qing Ling had completely entered the state. At this moment, there was nothing behind her, but Ying Yue suddenly let her go and said, "It's almost done. Now start practicing again by yourself."

"it is good."

He held the Qingshuang sword in his hand lightly, his figure was erratic, his steps were much lighter, the sword tip emitted a dazzling cold light in the moonlight, his handsome face looked cold and aloof in the moonlight.

Qingling kept recalling what Yingyue had just taught her, and continued to wave the sword in her hand. Her dress rustled in the wind, and gradually, her speed increased, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Qing Ling seemed to have mastered the technique. Her hands moved as smoothly as flowing water and a smile appeared in her cold eyes.

Yingyue stood under a towering tree, holding a sword in his hand. His black robe seemed to blend into the night. He looked at the petite figure not far away. The leaves blocked the moonlight, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

At this moment, Yingyue's figure attacked Qingling like a ghost. Qingling was shocked and quickly used the sword in his hand to resist.

"From now on, I'll attack and you'll defend."

The deep voice seemed to come from the darkness. Before Qingling could finish the first half of the sentence, Yingyue attacked her continuously with fierce moves.

Qing Ling kept resisting, dodging and defending.

He chased her, she ran away, she couldn't fly away even if she had wings. (≧?≦)

Soon, Qingling's clothes were soaked with sweat, but she did not dare to be distracted for even a moment. If she was facing an enemy, under the sword, a distraction would put her in endless danger.

Silver swords were dancing wildly and fallen leaves were flying all over the sky. Suddenly, Qing Ling smelled a sharp sword energy and subconsciously used her sword to block it. After staggering two steps, she felt a chill on her neck. If the other party was an enemy, she would have been beheaded by now, with blood splattered three meters away.

“There is progress, but not much. I need to practice harder.”

Light: ······

You might as well not say it!

"Oh~ Now..."

"Now you attack and I'll defend." Yingyue interrupted her.

"Ah? Are you still coming?"

"Isn't this what you want?" Yingyue's low voice came, and the meaning of the words was, who told you to be disobedient and sneak out to practice sword.

Qing Ling choked and had to go ahead with it.

It was daybreak, Qingling was exhausted and didn't even want to say a word. The damn Yingyue really didn't give in to her at all. After fighting for a whole night, she couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

I went back to my room, took a quick shower, and fell asleep on the bed.

Yingyue appeared silently beside her bed, looking at her quietly, with a trace of heartache in her eyes.

half an hour.

He manually condensed a stream of spiritual power and stabbed it towards his heart. With a muffled groan, Yingyue frowned, then used his spiritual power to summon a drop of blood from his heart, which slowly dripped onto Qingling's forehead.

Then he left silently, as if he had never appeared.

Western Jin Dynasty.

In the palace, Murong Yun told the emperor about Murong Ning's marriage to the prince of Cangyue. The emperor lying on the dragon bed sighed softly, "I am sorry Ning'er, Yun'er, your father has already prepared the imperial decree. On the day Ning'er gets married, you will inherit the throne of Western Jin. You are the prince of Western Jin, and also your elder brother. Your father only asks you to be nice to them... What your father is most worried about is Zheng'er. He has a simple heart and does not need any title. You must treat him well..."

"Yes, Father, I know."

Murong Yun knelt down and kowtowed to the Emperor of Western Jin. Although Murong Yun was very ambitious, he was still nice to his younger sisters and brothers. Of course, that was on the premise that they posed no threat to him.

As for Murong Ning, it was indeed he who wronged her first, but when the truth was revealed, he had no choice but to abandon her. As Ning'er was a princess married for a foreign country, Emperor Cang Yue would not do anything to her in front of the world. At most, he would arbitrarily assign her to some court officials.

But he never expected that Prince Cangyue would suddenly be willing to marry Ning'er, which really surprised him.

But...what happened in the end? Why did Prince Cang Yue suddenly change his mind?

-

Soon the wedding day of the Crown Prince and the Second Princess of the Western Jin Dynasty arrived.

Early in the morning, the road from the post station to the palace was blocked by crowds of people. Until Commander Chen, who was beside the emperor, arrived with officers and soldiers, there were still many people watching, and the teahouses along the way were packed with people.

The officers and soldiers began to lay red carpets on the ground, with officers and soldiers surrounding both sides to prevent any foolish people from showing up and causing damage.

It is a great thing that the Crown Prince of Cang Yue Kingdom marries a Crown Princess, and this Crown Prince is the future heir to the throne. The people all want to witness the elegance of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

The originally deserted East Palace became busy in preparation for the arrival of today, and the entire East Palace became festive and lively.

Murong Ning dozed off while letting the maid help her dress up.

In her sleepy state, she heard the maid combing her hair, saying auspicious words while combing her hair: "Comb it once until your hair is full, and you won't have to worry about wealth and honor. Comb it twice... and you will be rich and honored for the rest of your life."

The woman in front of the bronze mirror reflects her charming face, with red flower ornaments painted next to her phoenix eyes that look like flowing water, a radiance of luxury and beauty.

The phoenix coronet and bridal robe, with peacock feathers on them, seem to be delicately drawn by the most superb painter, with each feather being brightly colored; the double-layered wide-sleeved shirt with gold thread has auspicious mandarin duck and pomegranate totems on the edges; the waist is tied with a bright red belt embroidered with flowing cloud gauze, which perfectly outlines the delicate and slender waist.

The phoenix crown on her head was inlaid with eighty-eight East China Sea pearls, which gleamed in the candlelight, showing its nobility and elegance, like the bright moon rising above the dark clouds.

I have to say that this wedding dress is really well made. The slender waist looks absolutely beautiful with this wedding dress.

"Crown Princess? Crown Princess, wake up."

The maid behind him shook Murong Ning who was dozing off and called out softly.

"What? Is the painting finished?"

Murong Ning wanted to reach out and rub his eyes, but the maid beside him quickly stopped him, "Crown Princess, no."

Murong Ning finally reacted and looked at the woman in front of the bronze mirror, slightly surprised. Is this her? How did she become so beautiful?

"Crown Princess, have some dumplings to fill your stomach. Otherwise, you won't have time to eat when the Crown Prince comes." The maid beside her interrupted her thoughts. Murong Ning nodded quickly and finished the big bowl of dumplings.

"Um, anything else?"

"Replying to the Crown Princess, there is more."

"Half a bowl more."

The maid beside her was a little surprised. How could the Crown Princess eat so much when she looked so small?

He took the bowl, and soon a second bowl was served. Murong Ning finished it without hesitation and stretched.

"When will Jun Lintian come?"

Murong Ning asked, and the maids beside her lowered their heads in silence, thinking in their hearts that the Crown Princess actually dared to call His Royal Highness the Crown Prince by his name, how bold she was.

Sensing something was wrong, Murong Ning said, "I mean, the prince hasn't come yet, right?"

"Replying to the Crown Princess, His Royal Highness will come naturally when the auspicious time comes."

"Okay, then the princess will sleep for a while longer."

Having said that, she lay down on the couch without waiting for the maid's answer. Several maids looked at each other and dared not speak again.

East Palace.

At the urging of the Queen, Jun Lintian changed into groom's clothes. The red robe was flowing with charm, and his handsome face was radiant.

The queen's eyes were reddened, "Tian'er, the auspicious time is almost here, it's time to set off."

"it is good."

Soon Jun Lintian rode on a tall horse and set off with the wedding procession.

The team marched out of the door in a mighty procession. Zhenyuan, as the only prince, also changed into festive clothes and followed the prince to welcome the princess.

In the princess's mansion.

"Second Master, people from the palace have come here three times today, but this young lady has not come back yet... What should we do?" Qing Ling asked.