Chapter 114 Saving the Paranoid 6
Everything Murong Jing suffered here was caused by her.
Lingyao didn't know how long this time and space seal would allow her to stay here. If she came here and became rich overnight, it would be like dying.
Lingyao could only try her best to get rid of these people as quickly as possible.
I thought about how the God of Wealth would become a pervert when he grew up.
She was scared!
When Lingyao returned, Murong Jing was sitting at the desk writing.
He was not much taller than the desk, but he looked mature as he wrote.
The back is straight.
He has become accustomed to being ignored by everyone.
Whether it is eating, dressing or studying, I am alone.
Learning slowly and hard.
He wrote a word and almost forgot how to pronounce it.
He remembered that the teacher had taught him before, but the teacher only came once a month and left in a hurry after each class.
So if Murong Jing didn't understand something, he could only figure it out on his own.
But it had been so long since he heard this word that he had almost forgotten it.
He looked up at Lingyao who had just come in, then lowered his head and continued writing.
She will leave in the future too.
She will leave once she finds out that he is just a deposed prince.
He couldn't rely on her like that.
Lingyao couldn't tell what Murong Jing was thinking.
I just sat next to him and watched him write quietly.
I only discovered it after watching it twice.
When he encountered words he didn't know, his handsome little face would frown and he would write especially slowly.
The third time, Lingyao casually recited that sentence aside.
Including the word he doesn't know.
The tip of the pen held in the little hand paused slightly, and then a stroke was written smoothly.
Lingyao knew that she would go back after using this prop.
Judging from Murong Jing's current condition, he is obviously unable to resist that group of jackals.
After she left, he was still the one being bullied.
So the next morning, Lingyao woke him up and started practicing martial arts.
What Lingyao handed him was a refined version of the swordsmanship that the original owner had learned in the evil sect.
She supplemented and revised the deficiencies.
There are many sword techniques in the evil sect. Although the original owner knows all of them, he is only proficient in three or four.
Lingyao selected two sword techniques that were most suitable for men to practice from among the many sword techniques, modified them and taught them to Murong Jing.
In the snow.
The little boy held the heavy wooden sword in his hand and performed the moves with some effort.
Lingyao leaned back on the recliner beside her, listening to the sound of swords swinging and closing her eyes to rest.
There are two red charcoal basins next to the lounge chair, which dispel the coldness around and bring warmth.
"Sir, the Imperial Concubine asked us to go back tonight to report on the Crown Prince's condition." At this point, the maid quickly expressed her sincerity, "Don't worry, sir, we know what to say."
Lingyao hummed.
Hearing the sound of swords swinging in the air which was already becoming less and less effective, he raised his hand coldly and signaled them to retreat.
The two palace maids bowed and nodded quickly, then left.
Lingyao sat up from the recliner.
Looking over there, Murong Jing had beads of sweat on his forehead.
"come over."
Murong Jing put away his sword and walked over, his little face flushed.
Lingyao wiped the sweat off his face and took out some pastries from the side and handed them to him.
"Eat some and then go practice."
Obviously the movements and tone were very bland.
In the Prince's Palace, which is like a cold palace in this cold winter, it is the only bit of warmth.
These pastries were something Murong Jing had not eaten for a long time. He remembered that he had only seen this kind of pastries when his mother was still alive.
It is exquisitely crafted and compact, and its shape resembles a delicate and blooming flower bud.
Murong Jing took a careful bite. It was sweet at first, with the plum blossom flavor melting in his mouth, and had a soft and sticky texture.
Murong Jing couldn't help but eat two more pieces.
When I tried to take it again, someone stopped me.
"Eating too much will cause indigestion."
Although he still wanted to eat, when he heard Lingyao speak, Murong Jing immediately nodded obediently and withdrew his hand.