Jing Yuan, Save Me!

"Cough... marriage... married?" Bai Heng's fingers trembled as he held the teacup, and the tea in his mouth choked him.

Jingliu also put the black veil back over her eyes at this moment.

For her, seeing the object evokes sorrow. The existence of this specially made black veil can help her suppress the Mara-Struck.

"Seven hundred years ago, I promised you that if you could defeat me, I would agree to your... impudent request. You had already done it then, and I will not go back on my word." Jingliu's tone was indifferent, but she looked away, as if these words were still a bit difficult for her to say.

In order not to reveal his guilty conscience at this moment, Bai Heng tactically picked up the water cup, took a sip, and said:

"Master Jingliu, the past is the past, and now is now. I think it's too early for us to get married now..."

The words fell.

The tea room was silent for a moment, followed by a flash of cold light, and an ice sword was unsheathed, resting against Bai Heng's neck.

Jingliu bit her lip tightly, her long silver hair moving without wind, and said:

"What, Bai Heng, you don't want to marry me?"

The sudden change in the teahouse attracted a lot of onlookers.

"Hey, let me see what's going on?"

"It seems like a couple is arguing, and the man doesn't want to marry the girl."

The discussions gradually spread, and people who had heard all kinds of gossip came to join in the fun. Bai Heng, sitting at the tea table, immediately heard several versions of the discussion.

"Pass it on, I heard that the man found a mistress and doesn't want to marry his original partner. Now the two are fighting."

"Pass it on, the man covered the mistress's escape, and he is dealing with the original partner. The mistress has already run away."

"Pass it on, the man tried to hurt someone to cover the mistress, and now he has been suppressed by the original partner."

"Pass it on, the man likes men, and he is not satisfied with such a beautiful partner. Her partner is now forcing him with a sword!"

The news became more and more outrageous.

Bai Heng complained in his heart.

Seriously, are the people of the Xianzhou so gossipy?

"Master Jingliu..." Bai Heng put his hands in a French military salute, word by word, sincerely and earnestly said:

"Once a child bridegroom, always a child bridegroom. You misunderstood me. I didn't say I wouldn't marry you, but I think I need to defeat you formally in the arena, and then propose to you, and marry you with a proper ceremony. Wouldn't that be worth your seven hundred years of waiting, right?"

Hearing Bai Heng's words, Jingliu's expression changed slightly, and her tightly frowned brows relaxed slightly. She turned her head and said:

"Actually, I don't need that so-called proper ceremony..."

Seeing that the other party's expression had also softened, Bai Heng breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"Master Jingliu, marriage is a matter of a lifetime. Just because you don't need it, doesn't mean I don't have to be responsible."

Listening to Bai Heng's gentle explanation, Jingliu seemed to understand something, and she slowly opened her mouth:

"Okay, let's start from now."

Bai Heng blinked and said:

"What starts from now?"

Jingliu opened her lips slightly and said:

"You are not only my child bridegroom, but also my disciple. Naturally, I have to teach you swordsmanship. As for the teaching method..."

Bai Heng: "???"

Tactical Stratagem Bureau.

A man with a lazy expression and a white ponytail was holding a chess piece, half-opening his bright yellow pupils, as if he was comprehending the chess game in the pavilion, or as if he was closing his eyes to rest.

The mansion was quiet, and sandalwood incense wafted.

A young swordsman wearing a Cloud Knights uniform was also dancing with his sword under the pear blossom tree. The sword was sharp, and the sound of breaking through the air continued to echo in the courtyard, causing the pear blossoms on the tree to sway.

At this moment, a discordant footstep sounded in the courtyard.

However, when the graceful figure of the Head of the Divination Commission walked to Jing Yuan, he still looked like he was listening with his eyes closed.

However, before Fu Xuan could speak, Jing Yuan asked:

"Fu Qing, the Star Nucleus has been removed, what else is worth your trouble?"

Jing Yuan's tone was as casual as the laziness he showed.

But Fu Xuan didn't have time to care whether he was listening or not, and said directly:

"General, the person that Sword Master Jingliu was waiting for has returned."

Hearing this, Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, and his tone became serious:

"Is this true?"

"The calculations that have passed through my hands have never been wrong. This person is within the Luofu, perhaps at this moment, Sword Master Jingliu has already found him." Fu Xuan said, not forgetting to nag Jing Yuan:

"Does the General still think this is a minor matter?"

At that moment, many emotions flickered in Jing Yuan's clear yellow eyes. He stood up, the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifting. He paced back and forth in the pavilion, his hands behind his back, and said:

"Fu Qing, wonderful. Fu Qing, truly wonderful..."

Fu Xuan gave him a disdainful look and said:

"Has the General's mind deteriorated to the point where he can only say this one sentence? It seems you should relinquish your position as General sooner rather than later."

Jing Yuan responded with a smile:

"Yes, yes, yes, alright, I understand."

While perfunctorily answering Fu Xuan, he called out to Yanqing in the courtyard:

"Yanqing, go and fetch the fine wine I've been treasuring."

Hearing the voice, Yanqing stopped his sword dance, took a breath, and asked:

"General, didn't you say that wine would be opened when I ascended to the position of Sword Master?"

Jing Yuan laughed:

"There's joyous news today, just go and get it. Oh, right... Fu Qing, why don't you stay and have a few drinks as well?"

Fu Xuan frowned slightly upon hearing this and said:

"I wouldn't want to trouble the General. The Divination Commission has pressing matters, and as the Head of the Divination Commission, I cannot be as indolent as the General. I will only stay for a moment and then leave."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Fu Xuan suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes looking towards the main gate of the General's residence.

Because she suddenly seemed to hear some movement coming from outside the gate.

"General, does your Tactical Stratagem Bureau let just any riffraff in?"

Jing Yuan, standing beside Fu Xuan, also turned his gaze towards the gates of the Tactical Stratagem Bureau.

And the next moment.

A handsome young man, his upper body soaked and covered in shards of ice, ran towards them.

As he ran, he shouted:

"Jing Yuan, save me!"

Even after seven hundred years, Jing Yuan recognized the disheveled young man before him at first glance.

But just as he took two steps forward, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind.

Before he could see who it was, two extremely cold sword energies slashed down.

Separating Jing Yuan and Bai Heng at their feet.

In just an instant, two crystal-clear ice sculptures stood in the pavilion.

Fu Xuan first looked warily at the eaves. After she saw the moonlit beauty standing on the roof, she touched her chin and said:

"The Divination Commission still has official duties to attend to. General, you can freeze for now, I'll take my leave."

Yanqing, who had been itching for a fight in the courtyard and preparing to meet the enemy, scratched his head after seeing who it was and said:

"General, the night is already late. Yanqing will go and get your wine, it's time to rest soon."

There's one more chapter, I'll post it later.

If you can't find the book by the title, try searching for the author, maybe they just changed the name!