Yuezhaoyingan

She slept very lightly this time, but she fell asleep in a daze near dawn. She woke up when the servant who brought breakfast knocked on the door to deliver breakfast. She rushed to wash and dress, and woke Ling Yan, who was also sleepy, from the bed. , went to the front yard for class together.

In fact, Cen Qishan is just an academy. Although Master Ye was respected by the world in his early years, as he got older, he left more homework to the gentlemen below.It's just that Cen Qishan never hires people casually, and if you can enter Cen Qishan, you don't have to ask about the frontlines. Therefore, although some of the gentlemen in the mountain seem to be mediocre, they also have a lot of background. The attainments are also quite good, and he is still quite famous.

Ling Yan liked this place very much after getting used to it. He was born in the cold palace, and then moved to the prince's mansion, and he has never seen anything in the world.But now in this beautiful land, together with some people of the same age, they are fighting steadily step by step. Apart from the basic foundation of various subjects, the rest are intensive study of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, military strategy, riding and archery martial arts, and so on. Seeking generality, but seeking refinement, you can choose.

He is restrained by nature, not very good at making decisions, and rarely asks for anything, while Zhao'an is all focused on practicing martial arts, and he is a bit scornful of the things about dancing and writing.Ling Yan finally chose to teach following Zhao'an's footsteps, and he already had some foundation in the house. The master of the martial arts class praised him as very talented, but every time he passed by the piano pavilion, he heard the beautiful piano sound inside, Ling Yan is always fascinated.

Zhao'an is different, he came here for a clear purpose, since His Highness arranged for him to come, he should improve his martial arts, and when he returns from his studies, there will always be a place for him to use his skills after a long time.He is not close to others, and he never thought of staying in Cen Qishan for a long time. He only thinks that Cen Qishan's teachers are all in vain. During the past few months in the hospital, he has only taught some superficial skills. After all, he is already familiar with these boxing skills. And always let him lay the foundation slowly, he is not Ling Yan, he does not follow this routine.

Zhao'an, who was lying on the bed, felt a little irritable when he thought of this. If this progress continues, he might not be able to become a teacher in ten years, nor can he reach Ji Qing's strength.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got up from the bed, but Ling Yan who was sitting next to him was startled and rubbed his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Seeing Ling Yan's appearance of not worrying about anything but enjoying it, Zhao'an ignored him, put on his clothes and shoes and went out.

Seeing his unkind expression and not answering himself, Ling Yan was a little worried: "Zhaoan?"

Zhao'an gritted his teeth and said, "Go to the latrine." Ever since he lived in the same room, he felt that Ling Yan was like an old woman, obviously younger than himself.

The courtyard is full of stars, but when you walk outside, the shadows of the trees are mottled. Under the shallow moonlight, the forest looks dark and dark, accompanied by tranquility and spookiness. This feeling makes Zhao'an feel inexplicably uncomfortable, and stands for a while Turned around and wanted to go back.

"Why? Even afraid of the night?" At this moment, a female voice came from behind.

Zhao'an's back turned cold, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but in the middle of the night it really infiltrated people.

The voice continued: "It's no wonder that the third prince has never let you do things with him."

Wen Yanzhao'an stopped in his tracks, a trace of doubt filled his heart, he frowned and turned around to look at the person who appeared not far away: "Who's there?"

"Don't you remember me?" A woman slowly walked out of the darkness, wearing a dark red dress with exquisite and bright makeup.

When he got closer, he took advantage of the moonlight to recognize that this was the woman he saw in the study when he brought Ling Yan back, and he had only seen her once in all these years at the mansion.Zhao'an looked her up and down curiously: "Are you from His Highness?"

Ming Yu smiled slightly, without denying it, and said: "Although you don't know me, I do know you, I know that you are an abandoned child picked up by His Highness, I know that you sometimes pay attention to the movement in the study, I know that you want to help His Highness but His Highness Never allowed."

With his scar exposed, Zhao'an said coldly, "It's none of your business."

Ming Yu didn't bother to talk to him quickly, and said directly: "You are too weak, what is the difference between helping His Highness and sending you to death like this."

Anger ignited in Zhao'an's eyes: "I will become stronger."

Ming Yu chuckled lightly: "What do you rely on? Do you rely on these few months of boxing and embroidering your legs? Do you think Mr. Cen Qishan is really just teaching martial arts like a playhouse?"

Zhao'an still sensitively sensed that there was something in her words: "What do you mean?"

"Your Highness will never let you participate in his affairs. Sending you to Cen Qishan is to keep you away from power struggles. You will never be able to become a teacher after studying for a lifetime." Ming Yu ruthlessly pierced the photo. Ann's hope.

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhao'an angrily denied.

Ming Yu sneered and said: "It seems that you have already guessed it in your heart, but you just don't want to admit it."

Zhao'an was furious at first, but he quickly calmed down and asked, "You didn't just come here to tell me the truth, did you?"

Ming Yu was still quite alert in his mind, and said directly: "I am the Pavilion Master of Tianxin Pavilion."

Even if you don't know it again, Tianxin Pavilion always knows that there are well-known assassination organizations in the world, active in various countries.Zhao'an frowned and remained silent.

Seeing his doubts, Ming Yu went on to say: "Assassination is only on the surface of Tianxin Pavilion, but what is really valuable is information and wealth, and now Tianxin Pavilion chooses to serve His Highness the Third Prince, the purpose is to assist His Highness to achieve success." Great cause. That's why I appeared in His Highness's study and why I know everything that happened in the mansion. Do you understand?"

Zhao'an was silent for a while, but nodded, as long as it was helpful to His Highness, it was useful to him.

Ming Yu was also a little surprised, she didn't expect Zhao'an to accept this matter immediately, which saved her a lot of trouble, and said directly: "You also know that His Highness is in decline, although he still enjoys an honor , but it is difficult to guarantee that His Highness will not be trampled on by others after someone else ascends to the high position, just like before, a nun was domineering in the house."

Zhao'an's face turned cold when he thought of the previous events.

Ming Yu said indifferently: "Of course, the old nanny's illness was also caused by the medicine I provided. His Highness said that she can't be allowed to die, so I can't just let her die suddenly. I also feel very sorry."

Opening and closing thin red lips up and down but thinking of taking someone's life, this should be a terrible thing, but Zhao'an also thinks that nanny deserves to die.

Ming Yu continued: "So His Highness's actions can't stop here. His Highness is in Ming, and there are many things that we need to do. And His Highness treats you very well. I know His Highness has always refused to let you participate in his affairs. But you want I understand that Cen Qishan can't give you anything. If you want to help His Highness, only Tianxin Pavilion can give you the ability to do whatever you want. We also need people we can trust. Great cause will help.”

Zhao'an's head was a little confused all of a sudden, he didn't know which sentence to sort out, or which path to choose.

Ming Yu didn't urge him, but said: "Tianxin Pavilion is no different than others. If you choose, you can't turn back. No matter how hard or tired you are, we are all for His Highness. If you think about it, you can go to the edge of the back cliff at Maoshi tomorrow, and there will be someone waiting for you. You don't have to worry about the front yard, His Highness will not be disturbed." After speaking, he disappeared from Zhao'an's eyes like a gust of wind.

Zhao'an returned to the small courtyard and saw Ling Yan with a worried face by the door. He wanted to greet Ling Yan to go to bed early as before, but suddenly remembered that Ling Yu's twists and turns in recent years were all because of Ling Yan And rise.