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"Alright! Let's add these two. Going out is also a form of training. I'll have 'Quick Feet' catch them and train them along the way."

Jing Yi's voice was steady and powerful, which made him decide. After saying this, he gave Jing Qiurong a soothing look, which contained a rare tacit understanding.

Jing Qiurong's tense brows finally relaxed slightly, but the handkerchief in her hand had been twisted out of shape, and her fingertips were bluish-white, which was due to her nervousness just now.

When Jing Yi turned to look at Jing Chunxi, the seriousness in his eyes melted away, and a mischievous smile appeared. He kept a deliberately stern face and even lowered his voice a few degrees: "You give them names. I'll ask Chongsan to bring them down." As he spoke, the fine lines around his eyes smoothed out.

Jing Chunxi blinked, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow across her face. She subconsciously glanced towards her mother, but Jing Qiurong, fuming over the guards' incident, turned away, saying coldly, "You have your own ideas. Figure it out yourself." Her tone was clearly filled with a hint of resentment, yet also with an unconcealable fondness.

The little girl pouted, her delicate pink lips slightly pouting. She looked eagerly at her master again, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anticipation. Seeing her like this, Jing Yi couldn't help but tease her, counting on his fingers: "Stupid? Thunder? Loach..."

Every time he said a nickname, he would curl one of his fingers, and his rough knuckles were covered with calluses from years of martial arts training.

"You're still a toad!" Jing Chunxi stamped her feet in anger, her embroidered shoes making a crisp sound on the floor. Her cheeks puffed up, and she turned her head away, refusing to pay them any attention. The pearls in her hair swayed gently with her movements, shimmering in the sunlight.

Seeing this, Xu Zize put down his teacup. He gently advised, "Xi'er, it's best for you to name the people you employ yourself." He paused, his slender fingers tapping the tabletop lightly, creating a rhythmic sound. "You chose thirty-seven people before. If they all follow you in the future, you'll need to remember their names. It's best to remember them well, and they'll be catchy."

As he spoke, he looked up and called out, "July, September," and the two soon appeared. One was as steady as a pine tree, standing straight as if he could withstand any storm; the other was as nimble as a swallow, with a clever look in his eyes and eyebrows. They were dressed in the same uniform and looked very energetic.

Jing Chunxi's eyes lit up, and she asked tentatively, "The first or fifteenth day of the lunar month?" Her voice was clear and pleasant.

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the people in the hall changed subtly. Jing Yi's mouth twitched, as if he was forcing a smile. Jing Qiurong's brocade handkerchief covered half of her face, and her shoulders trembled slightly, obviously trying not to laugh. Even the usually serious Chong San turned his head away, his shoulders hunched suspiciously.

Xu Zize didn't object directly, but it was useless. He just mused, "Well, this can be used on boys. Girls, it's better not to be too rough." As he said this, his eyes fell gently on Jing Chunxi, as if he was comforting a sulky child.

As soon as these words were spoken, Jing Yi finally couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter. The laughter was so deep and powerful that it shook the window frames slightly. Jing Qiurong couldn't help laughing out loud either. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly under the handkerchief, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were filled with smiles.

Jing Chunxi was a little annoyed by their laughter, so she decided to give up and waved her little hand and said, "Boys are called Chuyi and girls are called Zhengyue! From now on, anyone who follows me will sit in the back row. That's it!" When she spoke, her chin was slightly raised, with a bit of arrogance, like a proud little bird.

Chuntao and Hongfen, standing nearby, exchanged a glance, secretly thanking themselves for arriving early, or else they'd be stuck waiting for months. But as long as they could stay with the young lady, such a name wasn't unacceptable.

Chuyi and Zhengyue were brought down the mountain by Chongsan. They were first scolded on the mountain, then called by Jingyi and Jing Qiurong respectively after coming down the mountain and given some instructions, before finally being brought to Jing Chunxi.

Both were tall and thin, with long necks, like two newly sprouted bamboo shoots. Chuyi's skin was a healthy tan, and her face still had a hint of childishness, but her eyes were already quite calm. Zhengyue's face was delicate and pretty, and if it weren't for her overly sharp eyes, she would have looked like an ordinary maid.

After Chuyi changed into his guard's riding uniform, the length of the clothes was appropriate, but it hung loosely on his body, making him look even thinner. The indigo-colored uniform should have made him look more energetic, but on him it looked like it was hanging on a bamboo pole.

If others had not seen his skills - the skill with which he wielded a spear that day on the training ground to knock down seven copper coins, they would have thought he was a starving ghost who had not eaten enough for a long time.

Zhengyue changed into a maid's casual clothes. At first glance, she looked no different from Chuntao and Hongfen, and was about the same height.

But when she raised her eyes, the sharpness in them could not be hidden, like an unsheathed dagger, seemingly ordinary but actually holding murderous intent.

Her standing posture is also unique. She seems relaxed, but in fact she can explode at any time.

As soon as they entered, they knelt before Jing Chunxi with a thud, their foreheads touching the ground, their posture extremely respectful. The sound was so loud that Chuntao couldn't help but frown, worried that they had hurt their knees.

As soon as Jing Chunxi finished naming them, they kowtowed three times, "Dong Dong Dong," with such force that the floor shook slightly. When they looked up, red marks had already appeared on their foreheads.

"My slave is on the first day..."

"This servant of yours is the first month of the year..."

They both declared their loyalty in unison, their voices resonant and clear, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times beforehand. One of their voices was clear, the other soft, but both were firm and powerful.

"Everyone, get up." Jing Chunxi wanted to say a few more words of encouragement, her hand already raised in the air, but Jing Yi raised his hand to stop her. The master's fingers were rough and powerful, gently pressing on her wrist with undeniable strength.

"Send the quick ones." Jing Yi said in a deep voice. His voice was not loud, but it made the whole hall quiet down.

Kuaijiao was the mountain's coach. He hadn't been with us on the previous trip to Jian'an County, but this time he was the team's leader. This lean man strode in, his skin as dark as if he'd been exposed to the scorching sun all summer. He wore a short, gray-brown suit and a jet-black whip at his waist. His eyes were piercing, as if they could see through people's hearts.

He strode forward, his gaze like a knife, sweeping across Chuyi and Zhengyue. His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to cut through flesh and penetrate bone marrow. Chuyi unconsciously straightened his back, and Zhengyue's fingertips trembled slightly, but both of them stood firm, not flinching.

"Kowtow to the young lady, and the young lady will be our master." Kuaijiao spoke, his voice hoarse but very weighty, like the sound of sandpaper rubbing against each other, "You all remember what the consequences of betraying your master are." As he said this, his eyes swept back and forth between the two men's faces, as if looking for any sign of wavering.

He paused, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and his whole aura changed: "I gave you a task right after we got to the mountain, not because I value your ability, but to give you a chance to train." These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Chuyi and Zhengyue's hearts.