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In the silent woods, there was a melodious sound of the flute. After a while, a man in his thirties walked quickly towards the woods. Yu Songling put down the jade flute in his hand, and looked at the man with a blank expression.

"Master." The man's voice did not fluctuate.

"What's going on with the Third Prince recently?" Yu Songling asked coldly.

"The third prince is discussing the plan with the military adviser."

"Military advisor? Isn't his advisor you the one?" Yu Songling asked strangely. The person in front of him was Liu Dong who had been bewitched by Yanran. Although the third prince wanted to compete with Yu Songling for the crown prince, he himself However, Liu Dong's qualifications are very mediocre. Liu Dong is unparalleled in resourcefulness and has always played the role of military adviser under the command of the third prince.

"It's the leader."

"The leader? The leader of the Yueyue Sect?"

"Yes."

"What's his name? And why did he come all the way from Miaojiang to advise the third prince? What exactly does he want?" A series of questions made Yu Songling faintly feel that the purpose of inviting the moon to teach is not just to help the third prince , there must be a bigger conspiracy hidden.

"do not know."

If others said that, Yu Songling would definitely feel that he was concealing it on purpose, but at this time Liu Dong had become his puppet, so he really didn't know anything.

"You haven't seen him?" Yu Songling asked unwillingly.

"The leader wears a mask every time, and chats privately with the third prince in the secret room."

"Then go back first, and pay more attention to Yaoyue Sect." Yu Songling said lightly.

Back in the mansion, the documents that Chengying brought back were already placed on the table. These are the documents of the guards and maidservants around the queen and the eldest prince. Yu Songling looked at them carefully, and drew circles on the names of several people with a pen. , and handed the paper bag containing the medicine powder in his arms to Chengying along with the information.

"I'll send someone to lay a spell on them right now." After Cheng Ying said that, she went out to make arrangements, and when she came back, she found Yu Songling still sitting in the study, reading a book.

"Master, it's late, go to bed early." Cheng Ying said softly beside him.

"I'm not sleepy yet, you go to sleep first." Yu Songling continued to look up the information of Yaoyue Sect without raising his head, and said calmly.

Chengying didn't say anything more, but changed a cup of tea for him. When he turned around, his abdomen suddenly contracted, and the pain spread from the abdomen to the whole body. Chengying pursed his lips, put his hands on his abdomen, and calmly Endure the pain.

"What's the matter?" Yu Songling heard Chengying's breath was different, and hurriedly put down the book in his hand and walked over with big strides.

"It's okay." Chengying took a deep breath, and his tone was the same as usual, but his pale face and cold sweat on his forehead exposed his lies.

"The child is messing with you?" Yu Songling put his hand on his stomach, feeling that it was moving violently.

"Maybe, I'm tired of staying in one posture." Cheng Ying said softly, his body was a little unsteady, but fortunately, Yu Songling was beside him supporting him.

"Hey...it's getting late, let's go to rest."

"But..." Chengying looked at the book on the table, before she finished speaking, Yu Songling carried her to the bed in the middle of the room.

Yu Songling rubbed his lower abdomen, feeling a strong movement inside, but with every movement, Chengying's face became more ugly.

"He moved very hard." Yu Songling frowned, and reached out to wipe the sweat from Chengying's forehead.

"Hmm..." Cheng Ying responded with a bit of exhaustion, curled up involuntarily, and rubbed her abdomen with both hands, hoping to relieve some pain.

"Chengying..." Yu Songling looked at him distressedly.

"It's okay, go to sleep." Chengying turned around, trying her best to hide her embarrassment.

Yu Songling lay down beside him, hugged him from behind, put his palm on his lower abdomen and massaged back and forth, and clasped the other hand with his hand that was holding the quilt tightly, and said faintly: "Do you think this is a good thing?" , can I sleep?"

Chengying's breathing was still heavy, her body trembling never stopped, her abdomen contracted intermittently, and the pain spread little by little. It has been like this for the past few days. It must be that the child is getting older and more active. Because of the pain, he had to toss for a long time almost every day. He never told Yu Songling, because he felt that it would be useless to let him know, and the pain would still not be reduced by half. Why bother, but at this moment, he felt the powerful Heartbeat, feeling Yu Songling's warm palm and warm embrace, unexpectedly gave birth to a feeling of wanting to rely on.Lord Haige said that when a swordsman becomes dependent on a person, he either stays with him for the rest of his life, or kills him immediately with a single blow.Otherwise, that swordsman would never be a swordsman again.

"Which of these two points can I do?" Cheng Ying asked herself, smiling bitterly.

"Chengying...Chengying..." Yu Songling whispered in his ears, and kisses were printed behind his ears, "You should rely on me more."

There was a throbbing in my heart that could no longer be suppressed.Cheng Ying put her other hand on top and held Yu Songling's hand tightly.

"That's right." Yu Songling felt that his body was gradually relaxing, and he tightened his arms a little bit. The agitation under his hands became lighter and lighter. The child seemed to be tired from exercising. Yu Songling sat up and lay on Chengying's bed. He listened to his stomach, then kissed him lightly, patted his stomach slowly like coaxing a child, and spoke eloquently, "Any method of using soldiers is to drive a thousand horses, a leather chariot with a thousand horses, a hundred thousand armour, and a thousand miles." Feeding food; the cost of internal and external expenses, the use of guests, the materials of glue and paint, and the decoration of chariots and armors cost thousands of gold a day, and then a hundred thousand troops will be raised. It can win battles if used for a long time. If you are weak, Jiu Baoshi is not enough for the country..."

"Are you going to teach him the art of war now?" Cheng Ying couldn't help laughing.

"I'm coaxing him to sleep." Yu Songling said seriously.

"Use the art of war to put the child to sleep?" Cheng Ying was a little dumbfounded.

"Sooner or later, you have to learn, let him listen to it." Yu Songling helped Chengying to do it, and carefully placed a soft pillow under his waist, "You also tell him, you can practice Is there any trick to making such a fast sword?"

"The trick..." Chengying pursed her lips and thought for a while, and felt that what Yu Songling said made sense. Anyway, after giving birth to this child, all her martial arts will be inherited by him. It is also a good thing for him to know about it early , continued, "Actually, I don't have any tricks in my swordsmanship. It's just that when I confront someone, what I see is not a single person, but several vital points in my body. Don't think about the opponent's moves. Draw the sword when you draw the sword, draw the sword when he draws the sword, and when he draws the sword, pierce the vital point, don't give him any room or opportunity to resist, that's all. "

"Everyone understands pre-emptive strikes, but not everyone can do it." Yu Songling curled his lips and leaned closer to Chengying, "If he didn't have a single-minded mind, he would never have such a fast sword."

Before Chengying could answer, Yu Songling kissed her fiercely.

"It's a blessing to meet you in this life." The vague words reached Chengying's ears, and a smile appeared on his usually calm face.

"Me too……"

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After thinking about it for a long time, I still think this title is the most suitable...