Chapter 913: The exiled princess conquers the wandering sword **** 31
(Already amended)
In the laughter of everyone, Meteor strode down the hillside in high spirits.
The Tsing Yi Building, which has been doing evil for more than ten years, was almost slaughtered by the elite gang members.
As long as this news spreads, the rivers and lakes will definitely be shaken. Those who have been harmed by the Tsing Yi Building before will also take the opportunity to unite to destroy the remnants of the Tsing Yi Building.
They did a great deed, a great deed that was enough to shake the rivers and lakes.
After accomplishing this great deed together, it's time to part. Zhu Ting wants to go back to see his beautiful and lovely proprietress. Hua Manlou has not returned home after his eye disease has been cured, so he should go back.
As for Lu Xiaofeng, before going to meet his confidante, he had to find a reliable family and let them take in the orphaned Xue Er.
Xueer is also willing, although Huo Xiu is dead, the Tsing Yi Building is also on the verge of destruction. But living alone in the world is terrifying, and she doesn't reject having a new family.
Huamanlou sent invitations to Shu Ange and Ximen Chuixue, and sincerely invited them to be guests at Jiangnan Huajia.
Ximen Chuixue declined Hua Manlou's invitation. He didn't like to be a guest at other people's mansions at first, but after realizing his intentions, he just wanted to take Shu Ange back to Wanmei Villa to recuperate.
Between the Hua Family and Wanmei Villa, Shu Ange chose the latter.
She apologized to Hua Manlou and said that she would definitely visit her door if she had the opportunity in the future.
Hua Manlou is a good-tempered person. Although he feels regretful, he still happily makes an appointment with Shu Ange to meet again next time.
He had a hunch that maybe next time we meet again, he will call Shu Ange "Mrs. Simon".
Hua Manlou suddenly envied Ximen Chuixue, and a bold and bright girl suddenly appeared in his mind.
Her eyes were brighter and warmer than Mao'ershi, and when she boldly said her name, two red clouds flew up on her cheeks.
Maybe after he went home to visit his relatives, he should take a walk on the rivers and lakes, maybe he could meet Shi Xiuxue.
When they said goodbye, Hua Manlou was determined to compliment her hair, her hair as thick as ink clouds, like fog, rain and wind, vaguely appeared in his dreams.
Ximen Chuixue used the most luxurious carriage to properly send Shu Ange back to Wanmei Villa.
Along the way, he invited the most famous genius doctor in the arena to see a doctor for Shu Ange, and worked tirelessly to make and change her medicine.
If it wasn't for Ximen Chuixue's handsome and cold face that had not changed, Shu Ange would have doubted that he and the Ximen Chuixue she remembered were not the same person.
Under the dual effect of medicine and food tonic, Shu Ange's wound recovered very well, and he gained several kilograms on the way back to Wanmei Villa.
She obviously only injured her shoulder blade, but Ximen Chuixue's meticulous care made her think she was in a vegetative state.
The carriage went very slowly, and when they reached Wanmei Villa, the wound on Shu Ange's shoulder had already healed.
But at the request of Ximen Chuixue, Shu Ange had to continue to recuperate.
He was very nervous about her injury, and he fully implemented the folk guidelines of 100 days of injury, ignoring the strong recovery ability of martial arts practitioners.
Shu Ange thought that after all, the bone was injured, but it was still her right arm. She might not be so sensitive when using a sword or doing other kung fu in the future.
But under Ximen Chuixue's meticulous care and the nourishment of various precious medicines, her shoulder blades recovered quickly.
She carried Ximen Chuixue on her back and tried to hold a sword, and she also practiced boxing and kicking. The injured shoulder blade did not affect her sensitivity much.
It was getting colder every day, Shu Ange was wearing a thick windbreaker, walking in the clumps of chrysanthemums in the slightly cold sunlight.
Ximen Chuixue was dressed in white and was spotless, handsome and beautiful like a fairy, only the medicine bowl in his hand showed a simple sense of disobedience.
He took the medicine bowl and walked towards Shu Ange along the flower path, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.
"It's time to take medicine."
Shu Ange frowned as he broke off a rouge that was just right, and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm a doctor, my health is already very good, and I don't need to take medicine."
Ximen Chuixue carefully held the bowl and handed it to Shu Ange persistently: "Drink for three more days, it's cold, you're thinner."
Shu Ange laughed out loud, she simply admired his ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense.
From the last time she was injured to now, she has been more than a little rounder.
"Have you ever seen anyone in this world who can lose weight from a melon face to a round face?"
Shu Ange poked his fleshy cheek, and Ximen Chuixue said without changing his expression: "There is a folk saying that it is called puffiness. It looks like there is flesh, but in fact, the body is still weak."
In the face of Ximen Chuixue's strong words, Shu Ange did not argue, she took the medicine bowl and drank it boldly.
The next moment, Ximen Chuixue carefully wiped off the medicine stains from the corners of her lips with a silk handkerchief.
A man who wears a handkerchief always gives the illusion that he is very naughty, but Ximen Chuixue's handkerchief only makes people feel expensive and exquisite.
After drinking the medicine, Shu Ange looked at Ximen Chuixue and said solemnly: "Yan Tieshan and a letter from Dugu Yihe, the recruits are almost done, I'm going to Nanzhao to train."
Nanzhao was collectively referred to as Dali in later generations, and at this time it did not belong to the territory of the Ming Dynasty.
The Central Plains recruited troops to buy horses, and it would not be worthwhile if they were regarded as chaotic officials and thieves, and Shu Ange didn't want to carry the flag of rebellion.
Ximen Chuixue held the empty medicine bowl in his hand, and there was a bit of stunned expression on his face.
"Can you not go?"
Shu Ange smiled, and Ximen Chuixue said solemnly, "You are injured, I can train for you."
He was sincerely willing to share his worries for Shu Ange. She was very moved, but she still wanted to say: "Thank you, I know that you are well-intentioned, but for such things as military training, you only need to be strong in martial arts. You know how to march and deploy and attack the city. Fortification. Do you know the ratio of cavalry, crossbowmen and infantry in an army?"
Shu Ange asked a series of questions, Ximen Chuixue was silent, and after a while he said seriously, "I can learn."
He originally only had the sword in his heart, but now there is one more woman, because she has more concerns.
Ximen Chuixue had never been exposed to war, and he didn't even know how to march and fight, but he was willing to study for her, as long as she was a little less dangerous.
"I understand your good intentions, but Lord Ximen, this is my responsibility. The people of Jinpeng Dynasty have been waiting for Master Wang to return to the dynasty for decades. I can't let them wait any longer. You have to believe me, what am I? Have you ever done something unsure about?"
Ximen Chuixue's eyes fell on Shu Ange's shoulders and said sadly, "But you are injured."
Shu Ange sighed, and put the rouge dots that opened just right into the medicine bowl in Ximen Chuixue's hand.
The plain white and elegant chrysanthemums contrast sharply with the light blue enamel.
"But I killed Huo Xiu. You should understand that it's nothing to kill him."