The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun burst out laughing: "Master's wife, you have such a bad temper. You always want to kill and fight. Can't you be gentler?"

"Be gentle?" She snorted with a heroic and valiant tone, "I can't learn to be as delicate and artificial as those women!"

Qin Yun stretched out his hand, placed it on her fragrant shoulder, and kneaded it carefully: "I will remember all your kindness to me."

If the leaders of the martial arts sects and famous heroes in the martial arts world saw this, they would probably vomit three liters of blood and die suddenly!

In their eyes, Fairy Murong, with her icy skin and graceful figure, was proud and ethereal, but at this moment she was being touched and even caressed by another man!

And Fairy Murong didn't resist at all!

He just gently slapped Qin Yun's hand and said, "Don't try to trick me. Explain it to me quickly. How are you going to die after you lied to me?"

Qin Yun was extremely accommodating to her only because she had given so much unconditionally.

Elder Feng once said that the martial arts secrets of Yaoyue Palace are top secret and cannot be passed on to outsiders.

But now, for Qin Yun, she agreed.

Qin Yun looked at Murong Shunhua, who had a delicate face, with a faint smile on his face, and said, "You can do whatever you want with me. Last time you stabbed me with a sword, did you ever see me complain?"

"I bother!"

"That's called stabbing you with a sword?" Murong Shunhua looked at him mercilessly.

Qin Yun curled his lips: "Anyway, if it were someone else, they would definitely be dead."

"What about Concubine Xiao Shufei?" Murong Shunhua asked indifferently. Her pretty face seemed nonchalant, but in fact, she was filled with murderous intent.

This problem can easily cost you your life!

Qin Yun smiled and said, "She doesn't dare to poke me. I am the only one who pokes her."

"Why did you stab her?" Murong Shunhua frowned slightly. Her innocent eyes were like those of a fair porcelain doll, which were disproportionate to her beautifully curvy figure.

Qin Yun tried to hold back his laughter and almost got internal injuries.

"Well... one day, I will stab you with a sword."

Murong Shunhua raised her willow-leaf eyebrows and snorted coldly: "You can come and try!"

"you said?"

"I, Murong Shunhua, am asking you to stab me with a sword. I'm just afraid you don't have the courage!" She widened her beautiful eyes, her delicate face was not stained with a trace of dust, her innocence could not be described in words.

"Pfft!"

Qin Yun laughed so hard that he almost cried. This girl was too funny.

Subsequently.

Led by Old Feng, the two came to a corner of the deep palace.

More than sixty prospective Jinyiwei were waiting here. Their average age was only twenty years old. They had clean family backgrounds and were all skilled in martial arts.

At least, it was chosen by Mr. Feng himself.

But Murong Shunhua just glanced at them and said mercilessly: "Can these be called good seedlings?!"

Mr. Feng felt a little embarrassed.

Qin Yun said speechlessly: "Well, Master, can you lower your standards a little bit? It's impossible for everyone to be as skilled in martial arts as you."

"What I want is not invincibility, but an all-round mechanized guard!"

Full mechanization?

Murong Shunhua's pretty face was stunned. She often couldn't understand the new words he said.

“I don’t understand what you mean, but within three months, I can hand over these sixty people to you. By then, they will be transformed, at least their martial arts and Qinggong skills will be greatly improved.”

"Even in the martial arts world, he is considered an upper-middle-class expert." She said it calmly, as if it was a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

Qin Yun and Old Feng looked at each other and were slightly surprised.

"Three, three months? Are you sure?" Qin Yun's expression was exaggerated.

"Well, don't ask me what I will do. I will take them out for a while." Murong Shunhua said lightly.

"Out?"

"Isn't it possible in the palace?" Qin Yun frowned.

"No."

Murong Shunhua said calmly: "Since you want more than 60 top-level Jinyiwei, then Qinggong, strength, hidden weapons, spying, and hiding are all necessary."

"Testing in the palace is like being a flower in a greenhouse, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Qin Yun felt that it made sense.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, but I haven't seen you for these three months?" He looked at Murong Shunhua, not hiding his reluctance.

Murong Shunhua saw it and was happy in her heart.

Beneath the cold and aloof face lies a young girl's passionate heart.

"The fence yard. You should be able to find me there."

"Okay!" Qin Yun grabbed her shoulders with one hand and said, "I'm relieved that you're here. Just practice with confidence. Tell me if you need anything!"

Murong Shunhua snorted: "I invited Yuegong to give me all the martial arts secrets, what else do you need?"

Qin Yun chuckled.

He took three steps forward, his dragon robe rolling, and looked down at the sixty or so lonely young men below.

"Since you can come here, I believe Elder Feng has already revealed some information to you. From today on, she is your teacher and will teach you all the skills. Her words are my words, do you understand?"

Swish swish!

More than sixty people all knelt down, clasped their hands and shouted, "Yes, Your Majesty! We obey your order!"

Although they are uniform, they still lack some elite spirit.

Qin Yun secretly looked forward to their transformation in three months.

That night.

Murong Shunhua secretly left the palace with more than sixty people, and Qin Yun went to see them off in person.

At the palace gate, he held Murong Shunhua's jade hand, which was soft and boneless, slender and white: "Thank you for your hard work."

Murong Shunhua seemed nervous and shy. She pulled her hand back in panic and said, "It's OK as long as you know it."

After saying this, her graceful figure disappeared into the darkness.

the next day.

A letter was presented to Qin Yun's desk.

He was from Xiliang, the great commander who had made outstanding military achievements in his youth, Sima Tu!

In addition to some official words and rare treasures sent to the palace, the letter also mentioned a very important matter.

That was to ask Qin Yun to issue an order for the Ninth Prince Qin Yuan to marry his eldest daughter.

Qin Yun frowned after reading it: "Master Zhao, did the late emperor ever arrange a marriage for Old Nine?"

Zhao Heng recalled briefly, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "The late emperor and Xiliang Grand Commander Sima Tu did make a marriage agreement, but it was a verbal agreement and not formal."

Qin Yun showed him the letter.

Then he said calmly: "Xiliang has a quarter of Daxia's military strength, its cavalry is even more brave and good at fighting, and it occupies a large area. Now this great commander actually took the initiative to marry an idle prince!"

"Is his relationship with Lao Jiu that good?"

There was already some dissatisfaction in his words!

Zhao Heng was also a shrewd man who had been in the court for many years and could see the problem at a glance.

His eyes were deep, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, this matter is very strange. Sima Tu is not a fool. It is impossible for him to tie his family's honor and disgrace to an idle prince."

"Logically speaking, even if it's a marriage alliance, he should send his daughter to the palace."

Qin Yun smiled and said, "But there is a seal of defense on it, it cannot be fake."

"My dear friends, what do you think?"

The ministers in the imperial study looked at each other and passed the letter around.

Gu Chuntang stepped forward and said briefly, "The late emperor has spoken, so I'm afraid this marriage contract has to be carried out."

"That's right. I, this old minister, also think that it needs to be approved. After all, the verbal engagement was made by the late emperor, and his words are binding. If Your Majesty disagrees, I'm afraid that the Grand Commander of Xiliang will be unhappy." Qi Yong also echoed.

Guo Ziyun immediately objected: "No!"

"A frontier minister, with countless troops at his command, now wants to marry a prince. Isn't this obviously problematic?"

"Besides, the Ninth Prince is now under the surveillance of the Zongzheng Temple, and he is suspected to be involved in the assassination!"