"Come on, Sister Ying, spare me. If you let General Song instruct me, no matter how many lives I had, he'd play me to death!
That newly arrived Lian Pinghai would do, but he hasn't been here long enough. He wouldn't dare order me around too much, and naturally, he'd hold something back when teaching me."
Cui Yuanyi hurriedly looked around, speaking in a low voice. At the thought of that brute Song Duan, he felt as though every inch of flesh on his body ached.
Though he did not see Song Duan, Cui Yuanyi knew full well that the man was nearby. Still, his heart settled a little, and he continued whispering to Cui Yuanying.
"Unlike your side, where Commander Bao is exceedingly patient and meticulous. You can ask him boldly without worry.
Oh, right, and that Zhang Ming seems mild-tempered too. He isn't much older than us, so he should be easy to talk to. Is his martial arts truly as formidable as Great-Grandfather said?"
Whenever Cui Yuanyi spoke of the private guidance given by the guards around him, his stomach was full of grievances.
The guard assigned to him was Song Duan, who most loved using force. Advisers like Lin Yuxing and Tong Buyou usually followed Cui Feng at his side, while the steady-tempered Bao Feiyu had been assigned to protect Cui Yuanying.
At this, Cui Yuanying could not help curling her little lips. That Zhang Ming merely trailed them from afar in the shadows.
She had called him over to ask a few questions before, but the man spoke so little that she had wondered whether he was mute.
In the end, she had been left talking dryly to herself, bored to death. She no longer wanted to pay him any attention.
Not too far away,