Cypress Boat Floating

At night, the moon hanging high in the sky gradually shifted, and it was only one stick of incense away from the hour of Hai. At this quiet moment, the roof and surroundings of the Xianwang Mansion were quietly covered by six figures. These people were like ghosts hiding in every unnoticeable corner, and they had a tacit understanding with each other, as if they were a well-trained elite force.

As time went by, it finally arrived at midnight. In an instant, the six members of the Dark Guard Battalion, led by Thirteen, flashed and appeared in the study of the Xianwang Mansion on time like ghosts. They moved quickly and silently, as if they had merged into the darkness.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" The six people spoke in unison, bowing and greeting their new master with awe.

Lu Ci Qiu sat steadily on the chair, looking calm and confident, exuding a majestic temperament. Facing the six masters in front of him, he showed no fear and displayed a calm and confident attitude.

"Get up." Lu Ci Qiu said softly, his tone calm but full of power. Although he was young and his voice was calm, he could still inspire respect in people, perhaps because of the competition yesterday.

"My lord, you all know me, but there is another person you have to meet, and everyone knows me." After he finished speaking, Ye Jianqing slowly walked out from behind the side screen. Thirteen and the other six people noticed the movement behind the screen when they entered the study, and secretly guessed who might be hiding there. However, when they actually saw that the person who walked out was Ye Jianqing, they were all shocked.

"Eleven!" Thirteen blurted out, his face full of astonishment. He never expected to see his old friends here.

Ye Jianqing smiled slightly, and walked to stand beside Lu Ciqiu with light but steady steps. Her smile revealed a kind and gentle feeling, and she seemed to be happy about this reunion.

"Thirteen, long time no see." Ye Jianqing said softly, his eyes sweeping over everyone.

Ye Jianqing nodded secretly, thinking to himself: "Very good, these people are basically acquaintances. It seems that the personnel of the Dark Guard Camp have not changed much during this period of time."

The whole scene fell into a brief silence, and everyone's eyes moved back and forth between Lu Ci Qiu and Ye Jian Qing. Obviously, they were all extremely surprised by Ye Jian Qing's sudden appearance.

"You... aren't you dead?" No matter what group you are in, there will always be a few people who speak without restraint. At this moment, among these six people, Twenty-two plays such a role.

Ye Jianqing glanced at him calmly and recognized that the man in front of him was one of the people who participated in the pursuit of him. Among the six people in front of him, only Thirteen was out on a mission at that time, and the others had more or less participated in the pursuit of him.

"Just because I wasn't caught by you doesn't mean I'm dead." Ye Jianqing winked at him playfully, but what he said was terrifying. He was able to successfully escape from the pursuit of the entire Dark Guard Battalion, and he really lived up to the name "Eleven".

"You're really worthy of being Eleven! You actually managed to survive such an extremely dangerous and life-threatening situation." Thirteen chuckled, with a fake smile on his young face that made it difficult to discern his true emotions. No one could guess what he was feeling at the moment.

However, no one knew that a long, long time ago, so long ago when he had just joined the Dark Guard Camp, he had already felt jealous of Eleven.

Eleven is like a perfect person. She can easily get the first place in everything she does. But what about me? No matter how hard I try, the results are always unsatisfactory and I can only be second to her.

He had wanted to challenge Eleven countless times to prove that he was no worse than her, but he never expected that when he successfully completed the mission and returned to the camp, he heard the sad news that Eleven had passed away.

Originally, he was still hoping that since Eleven was no longer alive, the master would definitely pick another suitable person to inherit the number "Eleven" as soon as possible. But reality slapped him hard in the face - the master would rather keep the number "Eleven" than let someone else become the second "Eleven". Faced with such a situation, how could he not feel jealous?

He was jealous of Eleven's talent, his unfathomable martial arts skills, his master's special care and preference for Eleven, and even jealous of everything Eleven had.

Ye Jianqing saw Thirteen's jealousy, but she chose to ignore it, ignoring the extremely hypocritical smile in her eyes, ignoring his jealousy, which was the most exciting for her, so she habitually ignored Thirteen's words at this time, and said to everyone: "There is no ranking in the Xianwang Mansion, no competition, there is only following orders and doing things, calling yourself by numbers is unpleasant and difficult to remember, why don't you change your names."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, at a loss for a moment. Ye Jianqing's ability to stand next to Lu Ci Qiu meant her status, but no one knew whether they should obey the orders she gave. What's more, the most important thing was that they had only had numbers all along and never had their own names.

At this time, Twenty, who seemed to be more clever, was the first to speak: "Everything is up to the prince." She was the first to be defeated by Lu Ci Qiu, and she was somewhat in awe and obedience to Lu Ci Qiu.

Others also echoed: "We will follow the prince's order."

Lu Ci Qiu looked at the people in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. These people were nameless people. From the moment they entered the Dark Guard Camp, they were instructed to do what they should do, work hard to improve themselves, and give everything for their master.

However, Lu Ci Qiu refused to give them names, a seemingly simple thing, because he knew very well how important a name was to a person.

"A name is a unique symbol for everyone. It represents your personality, identity, and dignity." Lu Ci Qiu said slowly, his eyes sweeping over everyone's face. "So, this king hopes that you can think carefully and give yourself a name that truly belongs to you."

When everyone heard this, a trace of confusion flashed in their eyes. How could they have their own names? They didn't even have surnames. How could they name themselves?

Lu Ci Qiu continued, "You guys take a good rest in the mansion for a day, Qing'er will tell you what we are going to do next. Wait until tomorrow night, tell me the names you want, and I will register them in the mansion's roster. Also, Qing'er's orders are my orders."

The last sentence was not only a spur to them, but also gave Ye Jianqing an identity, an identity that allowed her to completely command them.

After that, Lu Ci Qiu called Huai Xi to take them down to rest. Of course, when they left, Lu Ci Qiu did not miss the last look that Thirteen gave Ye Jianqing. His eyes were full of hostility, which was different from the kindness he showed on the outside, and it made people feel chilling.

After everyone left, the study suddenly became empty, with only Lu Ci Qiu and Ye Jian Qing left. After a moment of silence, Lu Ci Qiu finally couldn't help but ask, "Why does he seem hostile to you?"

Ye Jianqing sighed helplessly, turned around and walked to the chair opposite Lu Ciqiu and sat down, smiled bitterly and said, "How should I know? It's because I'm too good. He has always wanted to defeat me and take my number."

Lu Ci Qiu frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "But you have already left the Dark Guard Camp. Logically speaking, they should have updated your number."

Ye Jianqing shrugged nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Maybe it's intentional. There are many people in the camp who want to snatch my number. Everyone wants to be the first. Instead of letting this number pass and making everyone dissatisfied, it's better to leave it empty and let them continue to fight for it. This can also create some competition and improve everyone's abilities. Hmm... this does sound like something your second brother would do."

"Do you want to solve it?" Lu Ciqiu always felt that this was not a good idea. If these six people were hostile to Ye Jianqing, wouldn't it mean that they would probably stab Ye Jianqing in the back? This was something Lu Ciqiu could never tolerate!

"Don't worry, I will solve it. You have given me the power, so I should do something. If these people don't listen to me, then why should I care?" Ye Jianqing looked up at him and said with a smile.

Lu Ci Qiu never objected to what Ye Jianqing said. He always supported Ye Jianqing unconditionally and without thinking.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly with a gentle breeze.

Everyone spent a peaceful but headache-inducing day in the palace. They had never experienced the feeling of not getting up early to practice martial arts for fear of being surpassed by others, nor had they experienced the feeling of having no tasks and being able to relax for a day. On this day, they could arrange themselves as they pleased from morning to night and do whatever they wanted.

Of course, despite all the fun, they still had to come up with a name. This alone was enough to give them a headache. One by one, they checked the book that Lu Ci Qiu had Huai Xi send over, while thinking of a name for themselves.

Ye Jianqing had some breakfast before slowly walking to the East Courtyard to look for them. Of course, the most important thing he wanted to do was to get rid of the troublemaker Thirteen first.

"Hey, what's up? Are you naming yourself?" Ye Jianqing came to his room and leaned against the window to chat with him: "Ask me, I'm familiar with this."

"Get out!" Thirteen didn't even raise his head and shouted to drive the person away.

Ye Jianqing scolded with a smile: "Hey, kid, your attitude is wrong. I came here with good intentions to help you, but you chased me away..."

Before Ye Jianqing finished speaking, Thirteen's dagger came towards her. Fortunately, she dodged it quickly. While dodging, she cursed, "It's not a good habit to move your hands and feet."

"If you can't even avoid this, you don't deserve to be here." After taking back the dagger, Thirteen didn't even want to look at her, his eyes glued to the book. In the dark guard camp, not only do you have to practice martial arts, you also need to read and practice calligraphy. If you can't even recognize a word, how can you go out and complete the mission?

Ye Jianqing found it funny looking at Thirteen's appearance. This guy had a strange temper. He looked like a well-behaved boy in front of other people. He didn't know how many people he had deceived with this appearance. But in front of him, he always looked impatient and irritable, just like a kid in his rebellious period.

"Haven't you always wanted to fight with me? Come on." Ye Jianqing raised his eyebrows at him.

Thirteen had always wanted to beat her since he was little, but he always lost to her. The little kid had a strong self-esteem, and every time he lost, he was very stubborn and continued to train until he couldn't train anymore. Ye Jianqing saw it, but he never let her go. If he didn't continue to practice hard in this sheltered place, he would die when he went out on a mission.

Thirteen looked up at her, looking at her deeply, as if he wanted to imprint her every move in his mind. The more he looked, the angrier he became. He walked out with the dagger in his hand, ready to accept Ye Jianqing's declaration of war.