Yue Ji

Chapter 166 Young Master Jingling's Decision

Young Master Jingling is a little excited these days, that face that is as serious as a mountain, shaved with knives and axes, occasionally reveals a smile.

This kind of sincere smile has been very rare this year.Therefore, the diners, servants and maidservants in the entire mansion felt that the cloud over their heads was dissipating.

At this moment, it was the setting sun, and he was sitting in the back garden, holding a white jade chess in his right hand, playing chess against himself.Behind him, there were only two servants who were on call at any time.

A middle-aged swordsman strode towards him.

Young Master Jingling, who was pressing the chess piece, heard footsteps behind him, but did not lift his head.

After the middle-aged swordsman came to his side, he folded his hands and said loudly: "I have seen you, young master."

"kindness."

Young Master Jingling's voice was flat, without any waves.

The middle-aged swordsman knew that he had been like this all along, so he said, "Mr. Wen has entered the residence of Lord Yixin to capture the concubine."

Young Master Jing Ling lowered his head, and lightly pressed a white chess piece with his slender hands.After hearing this sentence, he didn't even blink his eyes, let alone hum.

The voice of the middle-aged swordsman continued, "Wan Gongyan, this woman does not know what kind of skill she has cultivated. She is so skilled in swordsmanship and has strong inner strength. He unexpectedly let the woman escape and returned without success."

Young Master Jingling's hand holding the chess froze suddenly.

After a long time, he slowly put down the chess.

After putting it down, he straightened up slightly, stared at the leisurely green hills in the distance, and said solemnly: "Sword skills are so proficient, and inner strength is strong, how can you escape from the hands of Mr. Wen?"

He spoke very slowly, uttering every single word.

The middle-aged swordsman felt panic inexplicably, his knees went limp, he fell to his knees involuntarily, and replied tremblingly: "That's what Mr. Wen said."

Young Master Jingling did not hear his answer.

He straightened his back and stared fixedly at the distant horizon.

For a long while, he remained motionless, and no sound came out.

The swordsman kneeling on the ground became more and more frightened.

At this moment, there were only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and the sound of people's voices and laughter from far away in the mansion.

It seemed as if a century had passed before the voice of Young Master Jingling was low, as if floating from a distance, "Even if you are a peerless genius, it is impossible to grow to this point in less than a year! Four years ago, Xiao'er used a wooden sword to block an assassin's attack for me. At that time, I thought she was just lucky."

Another moment of silence.

It took a long, long time before Young Master Jingling said in a deep voice: "What a kid! So cunning! So cunning! It turns out that she has been guarding against me all along, and she has been guarding against me until now... "

His voice came to an abrupt end.That kind of cessation was like a dense and powerful drumbeat, which suddenly stopped halfway through the sound, until the swordsman heard it, and there was a feeling of wanting to vomit blood.

Slowly, Young Master Jingling stood up.

He stood up straight and straight, with an upright posture, as awe-inspiring as a long spear.

Just when the middle-aged swordsman thought he was going to walk away, Young Master Jingling suddenly sat down heavily.

This sitting was too heavy, and suddenly, the thick surface collapsed, making a dull sound.

The middle-aged swordsman raised his head in astonishment, but he met the motionless young master Jingling who was leaning on the table with his hand on his forehead.

His heart tightened, and he couldn't help calling out worriedly: "Young master? Young master?"

As if awakened by his calling, Young Master Jingling raised his head.

At the same time, his voice came hoarsely, "Son..." Just after he said these two words, he paused, and in a blink of an eye, he sternly shouted: "It's just a woman, Is Wen Gong helpless?"

The middle-aged swordsman came back to his senses immediately, and he said hastily: "Wen just waits for the opportunity to move. However, this woman is very vigilant."

Young Master Jing Ling let out a chuckle.

With a chuckle, his voice faded, "So what about cunning? Rubbish, call Chen Gong!"

The swordsman was stunned, he opened his eyes wide, and quickly said: "Young master, you are just a wife. Since Mr. Wen has taken action, he will definitely bring her back. Why call Mr. Chen again? If this is the case, Mr. Wen may be angry!"

When Garbage said these words, he was fast and anxious, and his words were eloquent.

It wasn't until he finished speaking that Young Master Jingling said in a deep voice: "This woman is very human. She is as cunning as a fox. She is full of wit and tricks. Even if I face her, I will be hard to defend against. Mr. Wen is self-reliant, and I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

When he said this, his voice was low, "I have been doing things all my life, and I don't like accidents the most. This time, I will definitely bring her back. With Mr. Chen around, Mr. Wen has to be careful and cautious. In this way, That’s the golden formula.”

Junk lowered his head.After a while, he heard a puzzled voice, "Young master returns from kidnapping, how will we deal with it?"

There was always doubt in his voice, and his tone was also tentative.

But just as he uttered these words, Young Master Jingling yelled, "Bold!"

The swordsman was startled, and quickly nodded his head, not daring to move.At this moment, Young Master Jingling's angry voice pressed down on him like a boulder, "What's so troublesome!"

After abruptly dropping these words, Young Master Jingling shouted impatiently: "Retreat."

"Of course."

The swordsman stood up in a hurry, and retreated quickly.

He retreated quickly, and in an instant he was at the arched doorway.

However, just as he was about to step out of the door, his footsteps stopped.

He looked at Young Master Jingling hesitantly, he couldn't make up his mind for a while, whether to speak now.

While he was hesitating, the voice of Young Master Jingling floated over, "What else is there?"

The swordsman hurriedly trot behind him, crossed his hands, and replied softly: "When the villain saw Mr. Wen, he happened to see the scene of Lord Yixin getting along with his wife. Mr. Wen said, I will report this scene to the young master."

His tone was a bit messy and anxious, obviously he wanted to finish speaking in one breath and leave quickly.

Therefore, he lowered his head and didn't pay attention to the stiffness of the young master Jingling. He said to himself: "At that time, Mr. Wen had just retired, and the woman was still terrified. Seeing the righteous and trustworthy king arrived, it was like a chick flinging, like a hare running In such a panic, I threw myself into the arms of Lord Yixin like that, and I was extremely happy."

The swordsman lowered his head, and after saying this in one breath, he wanted to raise his head and retreat.

As soon as he raised his head, Young Master Jingling's chilly voice came over his face, "Get lost! Don't let me take your head!"

The swordsman was shocked, he quickly agreed, and retreated hastily.

When he walked to the arch again, the son Jingling gritted his teeth and said, "Let Chen Gong pass it on to Wen Gong! Before the beginning of spring, I want a woman to appear in front of me! I want to be a dignified master. If there is another mistake this time, there should be nothing wrong." Have you seen the face of the world?"

These words are very cold, very cold, and very strict.

The swordsman quickly responded loudly: "No."

After saying this word, he rushed out in a panic like a frightened bird.That action is simply escaping and avoiding it.

Until the swordsman ran a long way, the low voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears, with unspeakable anger, loss, and uneasy muttering, "What a cunning child... . . ”

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Hurry up and throw two pink tickets up, everyone, your tickets will make Young Master Jingling even more depressed, hahaha.

(End of this chapter)