The prince is very fierce

Snow falls heavily in winter.

In the streets of Dayefang, Zhu Manzhi held an oil-paper umbrella and walked around aimlessly. He occasionally looked back to make sure no one was following him, and then he quickened his pace towards Ning Qingye's courtyard.

A few days ago, I found clues about the Locking Dragon Gu. Zhu Manzhi was pleasantly surprised, but he was also frightened in his heart. He only felt relieved when he was in front of Xu Buling. But Xu Buling was the Crown Prince of Su, and he was not someone ordinary people could just meet.

Zhu Manzhi didn't know where Xu Buling was, so she walked around Kuishou Street for a few times as if patrolling the streets. Only then did she learn that Xu Buling was being held in the Imperial College. She had no choice but to wander around the Imperial College without seeing anyone. Even though they knew each other, they couldn't send news to Xu Buling.

Fortunately, Lao Qi, who had met once before, came out and asked about it before telling the big news.

After all, Zhu Manzhi was worried after not meeting Xu Buling's people. He was born with little courage and knew the dangers of the world, so he had to find a safe place to wait in order to protect himself.

Zhu Manzhi came to the capital not long ago, and he didn't know anyone behind him at all. The people in the royal palace on Kuishou Street were too arrogant, and the only master he could think of was the female assassin hiding in the market.

The female assassin knew Xu Buling, and she might have been raised by Xu Buling. As they stood on a united front, it was naturally impossible to harm her.

As a result, Zhu Manzhi came to the small courtyard in an uninhabited alley, raised his hand and knocked on the courtyard door.

Dong Dong——

There was a fire in the yard, and it was obvious that someone was there. A faint smell of medicine floated in the air, and a cold voice sounded:

"who?"

Zhu Manzhi blinked his big eyes, thought for a moment, and said seriously:

"I am Prince Xu's... retainer! I saw you last time..."

Although the retainers and guards both work for the master's family, their identities are completely different.

Guards are thugs who guard the courtyard. They can be recruited casually on the street, and some are even servants of the house.

The 'residents' are different. They are the masters invited by the host to live in the house. They are friends with the host. For some capable staff, the host even greets them personally and addresses them as 'sir'.

As for the people who can serve as retainers in Prince Su's Mansion, they are probably at the level of Lao Xiao who can forcibly recite his master's name in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Even Xu Buling treats him as an elder, so his status can be imagined.

Zhu Manzhi held a paper umbrella and held a knife on his waist, standing outside the courtyard gate with his head held high and his chest held high. He really looked like a master.

Squeak——

The courtyard door opens.

Ning Qingye appeared in a snow-white fox fur, with snow-like fur, long hair like a waterfall, and an alluring face like a fairy in the sky. Her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and she looked down at the little girl in front of her:

"What's up?"

"..."

Zhu Manzhi is not tall, reaching Xu Buling's chin at most, while Ning Qingye is slender, reaching Xu Buling's eyebrows. Because they are so close, she has to raise her head to look at people, so her aura is naturally a bit weaker. .

Zhu Manzhi subconsciously straightened his chest, trying to make himself look taller, and said in a deep voice: "I made an appointment with Prince Xu, and I will wait here with you..." After thinking about it, he added: "Prince Xu, please You protect my safety."

Ning Qingye frowned lightly, and with a bit of surprise, she thought about it for a moment, but without asking any more questions, she got out of the way:

"Come in."

Zhu Manzhi put away the oil-paper umbrella, looked around a few times, then sneaked into the yard, closed the door and bolted it, and pressed against the door panel to listen to what was going on outside. These are all Wolf Guard's anti-tracking methods.

Ning Qingye turned a blind eye to this and walked back to the eaves to continue taking the medicine to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis. As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones. If Zhang Xiang is hit twice on the shoulders and arms, it will not cause serious problems, but if it is not treated carefully, it will easily leave the root cause of the disease. The body is the capital of a warrior. If you don't pay attention to taking care of it, you will basically become a medicine pot in your forties.

The winter wind is biting and the yard is relatively cold.

Ning Qingye was sitting on a small bench wrapped in a snow-white fox fur, with her long sword at hand and seven or eight wine bottles under the eaves.

Ning Qingye was naturally a talkative person, and she rarely spoke to people close to her, and she had no intention of entertaining visitors.

Zhu Manzhi is different. He is naturally familiar with it and can talk nonsense with anyone.

After making sure that no one was outside, Zhu Manzhi had nothing to do in the empty courtyard, so he moved a small bench from the house, sat down opposite Ning Qingye, and thought for a while:

"Hey~ are you hurt?"

"My name is Ning Qingye, instead of 'Hello', you can just call me Sister Ning."

"?"

Zhu Manzhi raised her little eyebrows and suddenly became unhappy. Why should she call her sister?

"Miss Ning, I wish you Manzhi. People in the world have given me the nickname 'Fenhe Sword God'. If you don't mind, just call me Zhu Nuxia..."

"Fenhe Sword God?"

Ning Qingye never joked with others, and her face looked a little more serious. After thinking about it carefully, she made sure that she had never heard of the "Fen River Sword God" before she raised her eyes:

"Is Zhu Xia also using a sword?"

Zhu Manzhi coughed lightly: "I understand a little, but I usually don't draw a sword. When I draw a sword, I will see blood. It's a pity that I can't fight with the girl."

Some famous swordsmen in the world do have this particular emphasis.

Ning Qingye was half-convinced. It was hard to tell the depth of a martial artist from the surface. After looking at Zhu Manzhi for a few times, her eyes narrowed slightly...

Cha——

The three-foot cold front came out of its sheath, bringing out a silver light in the snow-covered courtyard.

The sword light swept past, and he retracted the scabbard.

Ning Qingye remained in the same posture, seemingly not even moving.

Zhu Manzhi trembled in fright and leaned back slightly. He didn't see anything clearly and said with some confusion:

"Well... girl, what are you doing..."

While speaking, she suddenly felt a little cold.

Looking down, she found that a hole had appeared on her collar, and the bellyband inside was cut open by the sword, revealing the white arc inside, but without hurting her skin.

"Ah——"

Zhu Manzhi hugged her chest with a flushed face, looking at the opposite side angrily, wanting to curse but not daring to.

Ning Qingye's face was calm, and there was no respect between his eyebrows. He fiddled with the small stove by himself:

"You are not big, but you have a big chest. You don't stay at home to feed your children. Why do you run out to make a living? If you fall into the hands of a bad guy one day, you will know how powerful it is..."

Zhu Manzhi's eyes were wide open, and she was so angry that her teeth itched, but she was not as skilled as others and had no say. He could only snort in a sarcastic tone:

"Miss Ning is teaching that only a girl like Miss Ning who is tall and small can venture into the martial arts world, so as not to be targeted by bad guys..."

Ning Qingye paused, raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhu Manzhi, then sat up straight, pinched the collar with both hands, slightly opened the fox fur coat, revealing the exquisite and graceful figure underneath.

In the breath, the mountains and hills piled up.

Ning Qingye tilted his head slightly, and there was a hint of provocation in his eyes that were seven parts heroic and three parts foxy.

Hmm~?

This foxy girl is too bullying~!

Zhu Manzhi was so angry that she could hardly speak. The big girl didn't hold a grudge overnight, so how could she be afraid at this time.

The wolf guard uniform was very tight, and Zhu Manzhi raised her hand to unbutton the collar and compete with the foxy girl in front of her.

But Ning Qingye in front of him heard something and looked towards the gate, holding the hilt of the sword:

"Who?!"

Zhu Manzhi saw Ning Qingye holding the sword and was about to shout "Lady, spare me", but she reacted after hearing the words and quickly hugged her chest again...