This villain has become a ghost

Hearing her say this, Liu Zeyin had a faint smile on the surface, but he was secretly calculating in his heart.

Given Song Zhiyi's personality, it's not surprising that he would do this.

only……

At the last birthday party, after the news of the theft of the defense map spread, the entire city ordered a manhunt for the escaped assassin, but there has been no news since then. Is it possible that she suspects Yue Liuyun and is using this as a test?

His eyes darkened.

If he was too cautious, he would appear guilty. He believed that with Yue Liuyun's ability, Song Zhiyi would not be able to easily detect him.

After a while, Liu Zeyin shook her head slightly and said in a compromised manner:

"Never mind. After all, you are all women. You are probably much more suitable than me. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Song Zhiyi said calmly.

Liu Zeyin calmly cast a meaningful look at Yue Liuyun, and then said, "...In that case, I will leave first. Later, I will trouble you to send my cousin back to General Qiming's residence."

"it is good."

After saying this, he retracted his sword and turned to leave.

The sound of soldiers training not far away was blown over here by the strong wind. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, the smoke and clouds were vast, and the lonely light was shining for thousands of miles.

Yue Liuyun saw Liu Zeyin walking further and further away, guessing his thoughts and thinking silently in his heart.

Song Zhiyi nodded to Yue Liuyun, her red sleeves fluttering in the wind, and said softly, "Miss Yue, long time no see."

"General Song, how are you?" Yue Liuyun came back to his senses, blinked at her and smiled.

Song Zhiyi slowly approached her, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Thank you for the defense map. With that fake map, I was able to uncover many Chiyu spies lurking in Daying. I've hidden them from Liu Zeyin's eyes and have had them dealt with secretly. Don't worry."

She was taller than Yue Liuyun. After bending down slightly, Yue Liuyun could clearly see the thin and long eyelashes and clear spring-like eyes on her beautiful eyes.

Judging from her appearance alone, she is a cold beauty with an aloof and indifferent temperament.

But she has a sunny aura about her.

It is like the scorching sun, the scorching sun, and also like the hottest and coldest wind.

Yue Liuyun was filled with admiration and fascination.

She smiled and said softly, "Thank you for your trust, General. I understand. Next, please continue to publicly order the investigation of the defense map."

As for how this matter will end, I believe Liu Zeyin will make arrangements and he will not let the suspicion fall on him.

"it is good."

Song Zhiyi nodded slightly.

The word "trust" is quite mysterious. She is not someone who likes to trust others easily.

But there was always an inexplicable sense of familiarity about this girl, as if I had seen her a long time ago.

Especially the look in his eyes and the aura he exuded seemed so familiar that she couldn't help but feel close to him.

Coupled with the unconditional trust that the virtuous concubine had in her, she felt at ease with her own sincere trust.

"So," Song Zhiyi straightened up, his eyes soft and serious, "where do you want to start learning sword skills?"

Yue Liuyun thought about it, and humbly asked her for advice, asking:

"My sword practice is tangible but powerless. The sword often feels like it's about to slip out of my hand. I always feel like... it's not me controlling the sword, but the sword controlling me."

"I don't know...how can I overcome this situation?"

Song Zhiyi thought for a moment and then said, "I see. Then let's start by training our arm strength, just like I did before."

"You can use a stone lock to increase arm strength."

As he spoke, Song Zhiyi brought Yue Liuyun to another open space, where several stone locks, stone carrying poles, iron rings, and sandbags of varying sizes were piled up...

"Take it slow first," Song Zhiyi said softly, "Start with the lighter stone locks and gradually increase the weight."

Yue Liuyun took a quick look, pursed his lips, and tried to lift the smallest stone lock with force, but his face flushed red and it didn't move at all.

Yue Liuyun: “…”

Ah this.

This was embarrassing. She was so weak that she couldn't even lift the smallest piece.

...What a strong sense of frustration.

Seeing Yue Liuyun's embarrassing situation, Song Zhiyi comforted her softly, "It's okay, it's always like this at the beginning. Just take it step by step." As she spoke, she easily picked up the smallest stone lock and showed Yue Liuyun the correct posture and method of exerting force.

Yue Liuyun: “…”

She is so handsome.

My own good food.

But one can imagine how much effort she put in behind the scenes, and her arm strength must have been developed day after day.

"It might be easier like this, why don't you try it again?" She encouraged Yue Liuyun with her eyes.

With the encouragement of the beauty, Yue Liuyun took a deep breath, observed carefully, and tried again.

…Although it was still a bit difficult this time, she successfully lifted the stone lock, held on for a few seconds, and then slammed it heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Yue Liuyun gasped for breath and gave Song Zhiyi a happy smile, then immediately concentrated his mind, continued to grit his teeth, and lifted the stone lock.

Then it repeated several times.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt a little exhausted, her arms ached, and she was panting with exhaustion.

Seeing this, Song Zhiyi smiled and was about to speak, but when his eyes fell on Yue Liuyun's hand, they froze slightly and said in surprise: "Miss Yue, you are bleeding."

Yue Liuyun subconsciously raised his palm and saw that the white palm had been scratched and stained with blood. A burning pain came instantly.

Yue Liuyun: “…”

Yue Liuyun was shocked and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

Oh my god, is she... so crispy?

Yue Liuyun was still doubting his life, but Song Zhiyi had already taken out a white handkerchief from his arms and gently bandaged Yue Liuyun's wound.

Her hands were slender with distinct knuckles, but covered with calluses visible to the naked eye. They were much rougher than those of an ordinary girl and covered with scars of various sizes.

"Thank you..." Yue Liuyun suddenly felt extremely ashamed. He sighed deeply, covering his tears, and said, "...I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't expect that I would be so ridiculously weak."

Song Zhiyi shook his head and said seriously, "No, it's already pretty good to be able to achieve this level in your first practice. Everything requires a process, don't rush it."

"If you hadn't been injured today, I wouldn't have asked you to continue weightlifting," Song Zhiyi paused and continued, "...because it's enough. It's time to practice something else."

Yue Liuyun nodded solemnly and said, "...Okay."

Fortunately, Song Zhiyi did not let her go back to rest just because she suffered a minor injury, as that would have made her feel even more frustrated.

...So far, her favorability towards Song Zhiyi has risen sharply again.