Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

Li Huaiqing was on edge during the time he was recuperating from his injuries. He thought that Youshan King Xiao Zhengdu would do something to him again, but he didn't expect that he seemed to have forgotten his existence and there was no movement from him anymore.

This made Li Huaiqing feel angry and as if he was being looked down upon.

He is not afraid of being targeted. The Li family has been in the court for many years. Even if they are in decline now, the good reputation they have cultivated over the years will allow him to gain the upper hand when he confronts Xiao Zhengdu.

I’m afraid of being forgotten.

There was still no news as to whether Her Majesty had abandoned the Li family or was keeping them for future use. He had to wait in the capital until Her Majesty the Queen remembered him.

"Has the knight Ai come to Zuixianlou today?" Li Huaiqing was being helped to put on his clothes and asked the servant beside him casually,

It's only been a few days, and the wound on his arm is still painful, but he looks like he's getting ready to go out.

"My lord, everything is normal at Zuixianlou. There is no news from Manager Tong." The servant didn't understand why his lord was concerned about a down-and-out man.

You don't even want the face you give me? A table at Zuixianlou is worth an ordinary family's entire year's food ration!

Li Huaiqing pondered for a moment, then pressed the crane-patterned collar of his clothes in front of the bronze mirror and said nonchalantly, "Master Hong has just obtained a painting and invited me to appreciate it. I can't refuse, so I'm going now. If there is any news from Zuixianlou, I'll keep the person at bay first."

If you really don’t come, then forget it.

There are many martial arts masters... and he is not the only one.

The servant replied in a voice of yes, and said worriedly, "Young Master's injury has not yet healed, why rush to accept Lord Hong's invitation, it is better to rest for a few days first."

"Stop talking too much," Li Huaiqing cast a cold look on him, "I have my own plans."

He didn't mention it, and Ai Ying had no intention of going to Zuixianlou. Everything that happened that day was just a misunderstanding to him.

He didn't come to the capital to make friends with the powerful.

I just know what I'm looking for, but it's hard to find in Xiyun Market in the capital.

He stayed for several days but the whereabouts of the sword he got was unclear. It was a miracle that an unknown and worn-out Beimo sword ended up in the Central Plains. He inquired carefully in every shop.

When I came out, I almost bumped into a short man who was walking quickly with his head down and holding a wooden box.

Fortunately, he stopped in time, otherwise with his physique he would have knocked the person away.

The short man was startled and hugged the box tightly with both hands. Before he could say anything, the person who had stepped ahead of him turned around and shouted, "Be careful! Don't bump into anything!"

As he spoke, he saw Ai Ying who was just leaving. He recognized him, but at the same time he saw indifference and strangeness in his eyes, so he didn't say anything.

They watched Ai Ying disappear. The short man looked at Ai Ying and then at his boss in confusion and asked in a low voice, "Do you know him?"

The man in the Li family servant's uniform blinked and didn't answer him. He just urged, "Let's go! This box is not presentable after all. Let the young master pick a good one and send it to that person..."

She doesn’t like jewelry but likes a knife. That Miss Lou’s hobby is really unique…”

Since this knight was unwilling to make friends with the young master, it would be inappropriate for him to take the initiative to greet him. It would be better for them to just pretend that they were strangers.

Ai Ying didn't take the mistake that day to heart. She wandered around Xiyun market for a long time and finally stepped into an inconspicuous shop.

The bull's head on the wall was white, and the cabinet was filled with various old things. A foreign woman was half lying on a chair, proudly talking to the only clerk in a foreign language.

Ai Ying only vaguely heard a few words. "I said he would definitely come to buy. What do you think? This is how we make money from these Central Plains people..."

Seeing him coming in, Yunzhudoma slapped the stern and bad-tempered clerk Aligong and said, "Go! A poor fellow came, send him away."

Ai Ying's clothes are really terrible, which looks down on him.

His expression did not change. He greeted her in the same foreign language as her. He raised one hand and touched his forehead, then his heart. This was the way of greeting known to the people of the Northern Desert.

Yunzhudoma's face was full of emotion. He stood up and asked, "Which tribe are you from? How come you can speak our language? I don't even know you."

They were in the capital, and people of the same clan often gathered together to drink and eat meat. She had never seen this man before. Was he new?

Ai Ying lied without blushing, "I was sold to Stangya when I was very young, and I have long forgotten the tribe I came from."

The countries north of the Northern Desert have been at war for many years, often abducting women and children and selling them as slaves.

Although she didn't believe it completely, her attitude was better than at the beginning. She looked at Aligun and asked him, "So, my people, what are you doing here?"

"Looking for a knife."

Arying's figure as she walked into the store was very oppressive. He watched her expression, "A scimitar engraved with Seraven."

He finally got the news that this cunning Yunzhudoma had collected old weapons from the Northern Desert and had placed an old scimitar on the counter.

And now...

But he didn't find any trace of it on the counter.

Yunzhu was honest. "I did have a scimitar once. I don't know if it's what you want. But you were a step too late. It's already been sold..."

Unexpectedly, the thing he had been looking for for many days was once here. Ai Ying stepped forward and said urgently, "Who sold it to?!"

Yunzhu sat down leisurely and said with embarrassment, "Businessmen must also be honest. How can I disclose it casually? How can I continue to run a store in Xiyun Market if others know about it?"

Ai Ying closed his eyes and calmed down, thinking that his anxiety was too obvious after all. He should have known that it would not be that easy.

He reached out his hand and took out a large ingot of silver from his tattered clothes. Yunzhu's eyes sparkled when he saw it and he smiled kindly, "Oh, good brother, you are so polite!"

She stood up and took the silver in one hand, leaned close to Ai Ying's ear and lowered her voice, "Then I'm telling you, you have to keep it a secret..."

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As night fell, Li Huaiqing, who had just returned home from an appointment, changed the medicine on his arm and his clothes, let his hair down, and opened the things he had bought at a high price from the Xiyun market.

A tattered scimitar lay on the red satin, like a tired body after the ravages of time, allowing Li Huaiqing to measure it with his eyes.

He still felt that there was nothing special about it. In the countries north of the Northern Desert, there were countless similar scimitars. They were just introduced into the Central Plains and were mostly used as decorations. Could it be that Lou Xiao had not seen it in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion?

But even if it was worth nothing, he would buy it.

"No need to change the box, just send it to her like this." There had been no news from Lou Xiao for several days since she was injured, and the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion seemed to be unaware of it. Was she really so indifferent?

Not a single message of condolence.

He instructed those around him, "Go early tomorrow morning, don't delay."

As he was about to turn around, another servant came in from outside. Li Huaiqing knew at a glance that he was someone close to the owner of Zuixianlou.

Why are you here at this time?

"What's the matter?"

problem occurs?

The thin servant only replied respectfully, "Sir, the knight will come to Zuixianlou to keep the appointment in a moment."