You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Lin Zhaoyue came to a pavilion, grabbed her hair, tied a knot with the aqua green hairband, washed her face, and made sure there was nothing unusual before returning to her yard.

When she arrived, they were still waiting for her to eat.

She helped Qingzhu celebrate her coming-of-age ceremony today, and she didn’t want to make Qingzhu worry.

"Waiting for me?"

Chun He nodded, looked at Lin Zhaoyue and asked:

"Miss, did the prince say anything?"

The prince was not a fool. He must have heard the noise in the yard when he just arrived at the door.

They were of low status, and she was afraid that the prince would have a problem with the young lady because of this meal.

"What can he say? He just asked me how I was feeling. Don't think too much about it."

Chun He was straightforward. She didn't think much about what Lin Zhaoyue said and breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's good, that's good! The prince is a rare talent, he will definitely not be so stingy."

Lin Zhaoyue nodded and asked everyone to continue eating.

Qingzhu looked at Lin Zhaoyue, who was calm and composed, and tightened his grip on the chopsticks.

She had combed the young lady's hair herself in the morning. As soon as the young lady came back, she noticed that the way the hairband was tied was different from her own. Also, the young lady's eyes were red, and careful observation revealed that she had been crying.

The prince made the young lady cry again.

Damn him!

But the young lady loves the prince so much, if he is really killed, she will be sad.

How about cutting off his tongue, so that he won't say anything that would upset the young lady...

Lin Zhaoyue picked up a chicken leg and put it in Qingzhu's bowl. Seeing her heavy look, she said:

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Qingzhu came back to his senses and shook his head.

A harmless smile appeared on his face:

"I was thinking about the wish that the young lady just mentioned!"

Lin Zhaoyue was slightly stunned, then her red lips curled slightly and said:

"Then what wish does Qingzhu want to fulfill? As long as your young lady can do it, I can definitely help you fulfill it."

"Qingzhu wants to stay by Miss's side and protect her for the rest of her life."

"Qingzhu wants to protect the young lady for the rest of her life!"

Two lives overlap, with the same wish.

Lin Zhaoyue's nose felt slightly sore, and she felt both happy and sad.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch her head:

"Qingzhu, you and I grew up together. You have been by my side, accompanying me, and serving me all these years. I am already very satisfied. You should have your own life."

Chu Bai was listening nearby and felt that the words sounded very familiar.

She also told him that he should have his own life.

It was understandable that she said this to Qingzhu, but why did she say the same thing to him?

In fact, they were not familiar with each other.

Chu Bai carefully observed Lin Zhaoyue and caught a trace of guilt on her face...

"I don't want that. I want to stay with the young lady."

Lin Zhaoyue shook her head helplessly. This guy is really stubborn.

Lin Zhaoyue was not well yet, but the frustration that Xiao Yan brought her in the morning made her unable to sit still.

So in the afternoon, he called Shiqi to practice sword, and Qingzhu followed too.

Seventeen watched from the side holding a sword and found that Lin Zhaoyue's sword moves were very aggressive.

The young lady's heart was obviously confused.

Ever since he started teaching the young lady, he always felt that she was too eager for quick success and wanted to learn everything in one day.

Her basic skills were just barely enough to pass the exam.

Practicing sword skills is not just about memorizing the movements, it also requires understanding. If the lady does not change her mindset, she can only practice self-protection at best.

In the past, he followed the orders of Duke Lin and just taught casually, and the training of the young lady was barely passable, but now...

Seventeen held the hilt of the sword and said:

"Miss, do you really want to practice swordplay?"

Lin Zhaoyue: “Nonsense.”

She has been practicing for so long, and you only ask her today if she wants to practice sword?

Seventeen continued:

"It will be very hard to master the real swordsmanship."

"As long as I don't die, I can practice."

"Well, Miss, I'm sorry."

As he spoke, Seventeen walked to the middle of the yard holding the hilt of his sword and said:

"Miss, from today on I will practice with you. I will stand here and not move. You can attack me. When you can let me move, we will start the next stage."

"it is good."

Lin Zhaoyue rushed forward with sword in hand.

After all, she is the jewel in the crown of the Duke's Mansion. Although her swordsmanship is not good, her sword skills are excellent.

Seventeen stood there and said he couldn't move, and he really didn't move. The tip of the sword was about to poke his throat, but he didn't even blink.

Just when Lin Zhaoyue was wondering whether to stop, Seventeen finally moved. He just held the sword and swung it lightly.

With a crisp "ding" sound, Lin Zhaoyue's entire hand was numbed.

My hands were shaking so much that I could hardly hold the sword.

Qingzhu felt distressed watching from the side, and quickly ran over to help her rub her body while scolding Shiqi:

"Why are you using so much force? Miss, I gave you my breakfast for nothing. You don't even know how to show mercy."

Seventeen: "...I only used less than one tenth of my strength."

Lin Zhaoyue: …

After Qingzhu rubbed Lin Zhaoyue's hands, the pain in her hands was relieved a lot.

Qingzhu was still mumbling:

"Why practice sword fighting? It's better to practice sword fighting, like in the picture book, holding a big sword and chopping people, without so many moves, and it looks very impressive."

It was not known whether the speaker was unintentional and the listener was intentional or whether the speaker was intentional and the listener was intentional. In any case, Seventeen paused, looked at Lin Zhaoyue, thought for a long while, and then rushed out of the yard.

When he came back, he had a long object wrapped tightly with cloth in his hand, which looked like a knife.

"Qingzhu just enlightened me. Miss's sword is sharp and powerful. She is indeed more suitable for sword training."

Lin Zhaoyue: "...Seventeen, why don't you wait until I die before telling me!"

Seventeen touched his nose awkwardly and removed the cloth strip from the knife.

As soon as it was opened, Lin Zhaoyue, who knew nothing about weapons, could feel a chilling air.

"Is this Dad's knife?"

"No, the Duke's sword is actually a mother and son sword. The Duke's sword is a mother sword, weighing 20 kilograms, and this one is a son sword, weighing 2 kilograms. However, you can't tell the difference between the two just from their appearance. You can only know it by holding it in your hands."

Lin Zhaoyue had seen his father's knife from afar, and at that time he felt a chill from it.

When my father followed the emperor to pacify the world, he used that knife to chop off countless heads. My father never let them touch the knife, saying that it was too murderous.

"The Duke originally wanted the eldest son to inherit the sword, but the eldest son chose a gun, the second son went into business, and the third son said he wanted to take the imperial examination, but ended up traveling all day. I didn't expect that the sword would end up in the hands of the young lady. The Duke will be very happy when he comes back and finds out."

Seventeen is also happy.

"So, you brought the knife here, and my father didn't know?"

"The Duke said that if Miss wants any weapon in the armory, she can take it at will. Since this knife is in the armory, she can take it."

Qingzhu was not interested in their words. He looked at the knife and said with shining eyes:

"Wow, what a majestic sword. It's exactly like the one in the storybook."

Lin Zhaoyue had always thought that Seventeen was serious and old-fashioned, but she didn't expect that he would be so excited when talking about his father.

The two were chatting and didn't pay attention to Qingzhu.

Qingzhu held the knife in his hand. The blade was completely black and gave off a chilling aura. One could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary item.

The knife is not sharpened.

The blade is sharpened with blood, and as long as she has this knife, she can always stay by the young lady's side.

Qingzhu glanced at Shiqi out of the corner of his eye, and seeing that he was not paying attention to this side, he stretched out his legs, bent his legs, and fell to the ground with the knife.

The sharp blade cut his arm, blood gushed out, staining the entire blade red.

"Be careful with the knife!"

"Green Bamboo."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

When Lin Zhaoyue turned around, she saw blood all over the floor and her heart sank.

She went over to hold the man and said anxiously:

"Qingzhu, how are you?"

Qingzhu's face was wrinkled in pain, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his lips were completely bloodless:

"Miss, Qingzhu hurts."