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When he returned to the manor, almost all of the servants had gone to bed, leaving only the butler waiting.

"This... What was going on? "What about the carriage?" The steward asked anxiously as he saw his princess consort riding in on the same horse. Her clothes were still stained with blood, but the carriage from before was no longer there.

Yu Ling Jing quickly got off the horse, and helped his wife Qi Lun off the horse, and gave the rope to the butler. There was not a trace of emotion on his cold face, only a soft sigh.

He didn't say anything. He didn't want to say anything. He really had nothing to say to this nephew of his who was covered in human skin.

What he had said in the palace was still vivid in Yu Lingjing's ears. That was the last bit of hope he had for his nephew. Even though he knew it was impossible, he still harbored some illusions.

He imagined that if his nephew Yu Hanfeng would no longer oppose him and no longer think of ways to kill him, he might be able to let bygones be bygones and not care about him. However, this fantasy was still just an illusion.

Deep down in one's heart, the saddest and most disappointing thing is not that there is never any expectation, but that the expectation you had just turned into disappointment.

"We've encountered an assassin!" Qi Wan said indifferently, looking at Yu Ling Jing beside him, his handsome cold face swept the goods with a trace of disappointment.

Qi Wan County understood him, understood him, and knew that Yu Ling Jing's heart was extremely uncomfortable. Just now, he was ambushed by his nephew once again. However, this sort of thing was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it remained that similar blood was flowing from their bodies.

This was because, in order to maintain their position in the royal family, for the sake of the supreme being position, these families who should have been close to them might have done so for their own benefit, but in order to protect themselves, they had no choice but to do so.

In front of that illusory throne, the affection they should have towards each other was pale and weak. They couldn't even withstand a single blow. Perhaps this was the sorrow of a royal?

"This is all your subordinate's fault. If your subordinate had insisted on going with you to the banquet, perhaps …" The butler blamed himself as he spoke.

Yu Lingjing said coldly, "This has nothing to do with you!" He then turned around and left.

"Prince …"

"The Prince said it has nothing to do with you! Don't think too much. " Qi Wanli faintly smiled. It seemed that he did not put the matter of the assassination in his heart.

"But this is the capital? How could that person dare to brazenly assassinate the Duke? " The butler looked at Qi Dian County with a puzzled expression. Qi Dian cupped his fist with his hand and sneered, "Don't you forget, that person is the crown prince? What can anyone do to him but the Emperor? "

The butler nodded. That's right, so what if he assassinated the king? Even though the prince was the emperor's brother, the crown prince was still his son.

"Sigh …" I was careless! It seems that I have to properly adjust my mansion in the future. I have to find a few secret guards to protect the prince. " As the butler spoke, his eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Hmm, I'll be troubling you, Butler?" It's getting late, let the steward rest. " After Qi Wanjun finished speaking, he turned around and left with a smile on his face.

The next morning, sixty-four masked men dressed in black were standing with their hands behind their back on the training field in the backyard of the Regent's Mansion.

A high-spirited, valiant middle-aged man was standing on the drill grounds, "As the saying goes, a thousand days is enough to raise an army, but a few days is enough for a single soldier! Now is the time for you to be loyal to the Prince. " This middle-aged man was the butler, a loyal servant of the prince who taught him martial arts.

The sixty-four guards standing below were secret guards that had been carefully trained by the steward for many years. Normally, they were not allowed to show their faces unless the prince's residence was in grave danger! However, his master had been ambushed one after another, so he had no choice but to use these secret guards.

"Subordinate vows to be loyal to Your Highness!" The sixty-four people below clasped their hands together and knelt on one knee as they shouted.

"Good!" Then I shall give you a chance! " The butler said in a loud voice. Looking at the high-spirited young men below, the butler seemed to be able to see the shadows of his youth. At that time, his martial arts skills were not considered to be the best in the world, but he didn't even put ten princes in his eyes.

"But! Not every one of you has the opportunity to do so. In a while, I will have you two compete in a group. Half of you will be eliminated in the first round! According to the rules of the first round, the second round would continue to eliminate half of the participants. The third round would be the same! There are only four people left at the end of the last round, and that's the winner.

"Understood!"

"Good!" Begin! The first round will be held in an incense stick of time! " After he finished speaking, the steward waved his arm and a servant beside him lit the incense.

After the butler finished speaking, the dark guards who were covering their faces began to fight intensely. They had all practiced for many years, and none of them wanted to be the losers. Since they were masked, they wouldn't be polite regardless of whether the other party was a brother or son.

"Good!" "Time's up!" The butler turned around and saw that out of the sixty-four people who were originally standing, only thirty-two were standing, with the remaining half lying on the ground.

"Help your defeated opponent to rest. After an hour, we will begin the next round of the martial arts competition!" As the butler finished speaking, he stood on the drill ground and watched as the victors helped the losers down one by one. A faint smile appeared on his face.

The guards that the steward had trained were all men of justice and martial arts, but they had never seen each other. Other than the steward, no one had ever seen their true faces, and what they were wary of was the day they would be captured and implicated.

At the same time, Qi Wanxian continued to teach Liu Qi how to write. After these few days of practice, not only did Liu Qi write her name, she even recited half of the Three Character Classic. She was very smart, and her progress was also very fast.

"Is Liu Qi tired? "If you're tired, then take a rest." This little girl was very studious and had a lot of talent. It wasn't just because of Senior Sister's instructions? It was also because he liked this little girl. No matter what he did with her, it would be very interesting, including teaching her how to write and how to read.

"Martial Aunt Wangfei!" I'm not tired. " Liu Qi giggled. Compared to all the other jobs she had done before, writing and reading was her greatest happiness. Even if it meant tiring, she would still willingly do it.

It's been two hours. Even if it's a wooden block, she should at least rest for a while, right?" What's more, she was a living person. That girl was eager to learn, but learning was a gradual process, so she wasn't in a rush at this moment. As the saying goes, if you can't eat a fatty in one bite, you can't step one foot into the sky.

"Aren't you tired?" Qi Wan frowned and asked with a provocative expression.

Liu Qi blinked her round little eyes and nodded innocently.

"But I'm tired?" He pretended to look very sleepy and tired. "Aiyo, my waist, I'm really tired. Also, my shoulders are sore, right?"

When Liu Qi saw that Wang Shishi was really tired, he hurried over to her side and reached out with her fair hands to rub her shoulders. "How was it? Is Martial Uncle feeling better? "

"Hmm, much better! But my nose and eyes are tired too, what do you think we should do? " Qi Wanjun continued to feign an uncomfortable expression as he rubbed his eyes and pinched his nose.

"Ah?" "Martial Aunt Wangfei, are you sick?" Liu Qi had a worried expression as she said this. She was afraid that if Martial Uncle Wang really became ill, the prince would blame her for not being able to serve him properly. What if the prince lost his temper and didn't want her to serve him? Then her good days would come to an end? Thinking of this, Liu Qi's heart immediately skipped a beat.

"Oh? If you accompany me for a walk, perhaps you will be better at once? " Qi Ling saw Liu Qi's worry and lightly said. Her eyes were fixed on Liu Qi's eyes, and she secretly laughed in her heart. I can't lie to my Senior Sister. Could it be that you can't deceive her disciple? Hehe.

"Then shall we go?"

After exiting the house, he realized how bright the sunlight outside was. He put his small hand in front of his eyes and looked at the sunlight through the gaps between his fingers. He immediately felt comfortable and comfortable. With that, he walked to the drill grounds in the backyard.

"The third round is over. Let's begin the last round!" "Half an incense stick of time!" As soon as the butler finished speaking, the eight masked men began to fight in pairs. One of the men hit his opponent in the chest with his right fist at lightning speed and knocked him down to the ground.

The other black-clothed person used an uppercut fist to take advantage of the opponent's inattention and hit his stomach and ribs, also knocking his opponent to the ground. Another man in black used the ninth form of Tempest Palm's undercurrent to catch the opponent off guard …

"These people are so powerful, Uncle-Master Wangfei." Liu Qi laughed and called out. Qi Wanli lightly said a word, "Shh!" Liu Qi then quieted down.

Looking at the four men in black who were still standing, they kneeled down in front of the butler, "This disciple is useless! Master, please advise me! "

"Report your identities!" The steward exclaimed loudly.

"Number 8!"

"Number 17!"

"Number 39!"

"Number 60!"

The four masked men reported the number that their master had given them and stood up.

"From today onwards, Number Eight will be the Wind Guard!" Number seventeen was the Rain Guard! Number 39 was Thunder Protector! Number 60 was the electric guard! In the future, the four of you will use wind, rain, lightning and thunder to replace your previous numbers and wholeheartedly protect your highness! At all times, you will always stand by the side of the Prince like a shadow. "

"Yes!" Master! "

With a wave of the steward's hand, the four of them disappeared from the drill grounds! When the butler saw Qi Wan County and Liu Qi, he walked down with a 'hehe' expression on his face.