Turn over a new leaf

  The night is cool as water, and the moonlight is like a gentle rinse.

  In the Xinghui Hall of General Murong's mansion, the sound of silk and bamboo instruments echoed leisurely, occasionally accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, it turned out that someone was dancing with a sword.

  In the courtyard, on the right side under the grape arbor, a young girl was lazily reclining on a soft chair, one hand holding up a deep purple grape, lightly biting into it, juice splashing out. The girl smiled softly, picked up a nearby silk handkerchief to gently wipe her lips, and gazed at the sword-dancing girl in the courtyard, couldn't help but pout, "Green Heart, you missed the beat."

  She has two big apprentices, one literary and one martial, both of whom were prepared for her by her mother before she died. Green Heart is skilled in martial arts, and has an older brother named Qiao Mu who is also skilled in martial arts and is currently traveling outside the institution.

  There is also a red leaf, who followed Taixue's medical skills, and ordinary diseases are hard to defeat her.

  "Green Heart Sister, isn't it that you've even forgotten the Continuous Sword Invitation due to your illness these past few days?" The maid standing behind Murong Qiang, wearing a pale blue long dress, teased. Her round face had two dimples when she smiled, and was very cute.

  "Red Leaf is right, Green Heart, do you need your brother to teach you again?" Murong Qing added fuel to the fire. He chuckled and changed his posture, looking even more languid.

  She is actually very lazy, I won't bother others if they don't bother me. Instead of plotting against each other, it's better to find a cool place to secretly be lazy.

  Unfortunately, heaven doesn't follow human wishes, she has a mind to be idle but someone is unwilling for her to be so leisurely.

  "Green heart, hurry up, the rhythm is too slow." Murong Qing waved his hand casually and annoyed a little girl who was dancing with her sword.

  She learned from a master of swordsmanship and acquired excellent sword skills, but in the young lady's mouth it became fancy boxing.

  With a green heart, where would he dare to lose face in front of the red leaves? He immediately let out a loud shout, and the long sword in his hand was like flowing clouds. As he swung it, only a silver light screen flashed quietly.

  Murong Qing turned his head and glanced at her, shaking his head secretly. It's not possible, her swordsmanship can't be compared to Xiahou Yi's. However, thinking again, was he being too demanding of Lü Jing? After all, she was just a young girl, how could she be compared to Xiahou Yi, a prince of the imperial family?

  "Alright, you all go down and rest for a while, proceed with the plan."

  "Yes." Hong Ye and Lü Qing concentrated their minds, responded with a single word, and left together.

  At this moment, there was only Murong Qing left in the yard. The little girl lay quietly on the soft chair, muttering a few words from time to time, looking rather impatient.

  Not far away, on top of a wall, a man sat quietly, frowning and staring at the little girl in the courtyard who was still unknown whether she was dead or alive.

  It's her, no mistake, he won't be wrong, that little girl with footprints all over her body is indeed her.

  Perhaps greedy for coolness, the little girl didn't wear shoes, her soft and delicate feet swaying back and forth. Her ten plump toes, as smooth as jade, were quite agile, left and right, as if stepping on musical notes while dancing.

  The man's gaze was fixed on the pair of white and tender feet, his mind uncontrollably recalling the feeling of them stepping on him.

  Although it should be detestable, for some reason, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart. The fiery breath uncontrollably ran along the meridians of his body, and the man's eyes instantly turned cold, how could this be?

  His gaze shifted back to the girl in the courtyard, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, followed by a series of dark colors.

  "Your Highness?" Feeling that Xiahou Yi's breath was off, Zhu Ting quietly appeared and softly called out.

  "Wait." Xiahou Yi impatiently dropped this sentence, flew down, and stepped heavily towards the little woman who was still unaware of the impending disaster.

  When she got close, the little woman didn't know, a pair of white and tender small feet were still shaking constantly, obviously in a good mood.

  The man's gaze was like fire, falling on her small foot, and the flames inside him surged even more fiercely. The man finally moved, his large palm carrying a gust of wind, directly covering the little woman's left foot.

  Smooth to the touch, cool as jade, it makes one reluctant to let go.

  "Ah!" Murong Qing was startled and subconsciously sat up straight, pulling his feet back. But to his surprise, his left foot was caught by someone and he couldn't move it.

  "Hmm?" Xiahou Yuan hummed coldly and turned his head to look over.

  Murong Qing suddenly fell into a deep pool, the coldness seemed to be able to freeze people. At this moment, she suddenly had some regrets, could such a man really let her live a stable life after revenge?

  "Shouldn't we settle accounts?" Xiahou Yi raised an eyebrow coldly.

  Murong Qing's eyes rolled around, he didn't expect Xiahou Yi to find him so quickly. With footprints all over his body, it's likely that this man has been driven mad.

  No way, she'd rather die than admit it, heaven knows how this man will take revenge on her.

  "What account is this? I don't even know you!"

  Murong Qing kicked the man in the abdomen with one foot, and then fainted with a roll of his eyes. Before fainting, he still shouted loudly, "Someone come! Save me! There's a thief!"

  The young girl's weak and small body, no one thought she would have such a big explosive force. The voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire General's Mansion.

  The man's breath was heavy, and his grip tightened. This stinky boy, deliberately, obviously recognized himself, fearing punishment, he first hit back. Moreover, when shouting for help, he didn't forget to kick him in the foot to vent his anger. He called him a thief, hateful to the extreme, is there such a noble thief in the world?

  "Your Highness, someone has arrived." Zuting hastily came over, nervously reminding him. Good heavens, what kind of courage did this woman borrow from whom, daring to do such a thing?

  The man's breath was slightly thick, staring at the little girl who closed her eyes and pretended to be dizzy, he couldn't help but want to grab her and spank her hard.

  But for some reason, when I think of farting, my anger gets even stronger.

  "Return to the mansion." Xiahou Yuan coldly snorted, flung his sleeve, and resolutely turned around to leave.

  At this time, Green Heart and Red Leaf rushed in, "Miss, are you okay?"

  Murong Qing blinked lightly, revealing a slit, and cautiously looked around, making sure that the ominous star had left before quietly letting out a breath.

  "I'm fine." Murong Qing waved his hand, "Had a nightmare." The matter with the Ninth Prince couldn't be spoken of, otherwise she wouldn't have any good fruit to eat.

  Lu Xing and Hong Ye exchanged a glance, both seeing the black lines crawling on each other's foreheads. Miss, don't worry about having this nightmare, I reckon the entire General's Manor will be startled awake by your nightmare.

  As expected, her scream thoroughly startled everyone in the General's residence. The old lady specially sent someone to ask after her and upon hearing that she had a nightmare, immediately decided that tomorrow she would personally take her to burn incense and pray for Buddha's blessings.

  Upon hearing this news, Murong Qing was delighted. He had been thinking about what method to use to go out, who would have thought that just shouting once would do the trick, it's also too easy.

  Content and satisfied, Murong Qing slept soundly with a smile on his face.

  The gloomy atmosphere in the Ninth Prince's mansion was even heavier, and it is said that the Ninth Prince's study room was filled with low, angry roars throughout the night, while the face of the Zhuting guard also turned black for a whole night, and even the servants who delivered tea did not dare to approach the study.

  Digression

  Collect, mushroom girls, come into the bowl quickly...