Since he was like this, Jing Ye It wouldn’t be good to scold him, so he walked across the courtyard and ordered the black-clothed guards: “Go clean up and treat those who are injured.”

The black-clothed guards hurriedly retreated, leaving a few with only minor scratches standing guard around the courtyard.

Ye Mao stepped forward and pushed the door open. Jing Ye entered the house. The maids in the courtyard and the manservants stayed to clean up the mess.

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Le Zhenghuan walked beside Jing Ye and wanted to pull him with one hand, but Jing Ye turned around and smiled at him: “You’ve been fighting for a long time, have a sip of tea.”

Le Zhenghuan’s hand missed its target, and he didn’t know whether the other did it accidentally or on purpose, so he came right up and hugged him.

The two were about the same height, but Jing Ye was much thinner. At this moment, when he touched the young man’s back, he could feel the smooth and powerful muscles even though there was a layer of clothing between them.

Le Zhenghuan clasped his hand and said with burning eyes: “Originally, I wanted to go to the capital to find you, but my dad didn’t allow it and even locked me in a dungeon. Hmmph, does he think I will admit defeat after being locked up for half a month?”

Jing Ye was stunned and said, “You ran out again? What if he locks you up again?”

Le Zhenghuan said proudly: “I’ll just run away again, and the distance gets farther every time. Later, he chased me to Qinzhou, met his old sweetheart, and stopped chasing me. So I came to the capital to find you, but who knew you left.”

It was almost half a year from the time Jing Ye left Pingyue City to the time he set off for the expedition. He originally thought that this young master was just attracted by a moment of novelty, just like a child playing with a toy, refusing to let go at first, but after a long time, he would gradually forget about it.

Who knew he would be so stubborn?

Jing Ye sighed inwardly, and his expression softened unconsciously. Le Zhenghuan was secretly happy when he saw his change of attitude. He held his hand and said, “Now I have found you. When that Xu Ming is defeated and made a prisoner of war, you will follow me back to Pingyue City… okay?”

Before he left, Shanghai reminded him to be gentler when dealing with his wife, to discuss things with him first, not to lose his temper all the time, and to let him see his maturity…

Hmmph! How was he ever immature?

Jing Ye listened to what he just said, and his tone became much gentler, saying: “City Lord… Okay, Ah Huan, you have done a lot for me for nearly half a year, thank you for your earnestness. But you are still young now, seeing someone and thinking he’s pretty good, you think you like him, but the world is actually so big. Once you walk around and truly understand love, you’ll realize that what you’re feeling now is nothing more than childish fancy.”

Le Zhenghuan stared at him, and after he finished speaking, he said: “You don’t have to say anymore, I understand. You are reluctant to leave those people and don’t want to go back with me.”

Jing Ye was speechless, paused, and simply said: “You are right, I already have companions, how can I abandon them and follow you? Besides, I am a dignified man, do you think I will allow myself to be your concubine?”

“Who asked you to be my concubine!” Le Zhenghuan said. Just as he was about to explode in temper he stopped himself in time. He took a few breaths to calm down and paced back and forth by the table in frustration.

Jing Ye sat down at the table and took a sip of tea. Seeing that he was frowning and looking troubled, he suddenly felt that the fierce young master of Pingyue City was quite cute, so he couldn’t help but smile.

Le Zhenghuan had been pampered since he was a child, and had been surrounded by martial arts masters like the moon was surrounded by stars. Even though he endured a lot of hardships in martial arts training, when had he ever been rejected like this?

But when he was about to lose his temper, he remembered Shanyue’s threat: “If you can’t hold back your temper, you will be like the old city lord, chasing the person you love to the ends of the world without being able to get close at all. We’ll see where you end up crying.”

As Jing Ye sat he gradually felt tired, and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, his forehead felt warm, and he saw Le Zhenghuan squatting down, holding his hand with one hand, and placing his other hand against his forehead.

Le Zhenghuan said: “Your forehead is so cold.”

Jing Ye hummed. As a martial artist, the palms of his hands were hot, dry and warm, which made him feel even more sleepy.

Le Zhenghuan simply leaned forward to pick him up and carried him to the bedside. He helped him lie down with awkward hands and feet, took off his socks and covered him with a brocade quilt.

Jing Ye leaned his head on the jade pillow. Before falling asleep, he felt the boy hugging him, his body warmth transferring over to his own.

After a good night’s sleep, Jing Ye woke up early in the morning. There was still warmth on the spot next to him. He sat up and shook off his drowsiness, then got out of bed and called Ye Mao to come in and change clothes.

But on the other side Feng Ling didn’t fall asleep all night, and when he got up in the morning, he had heavy under eye circles. When writing documents in the morning, he made ten mistakes in just a hundred words, and finally stopped writing.

Ba Yuan grinded the ink for him and said stupidly: “My lord, you didn’t eat enough during breakfast?”

Feng Ling glanced at him and suddenly said: “Ba Yuan, do you have someone you like?”

Ba Yuan: “Huh?”

He fell in a daze, and with a mistake of his hand, he knocked down the inkstone on the edge of the table, which hit his foot sideways, causing him to jump on the spot in pain.

Feng Ling had no choice but to order him to sit on the footstool to rest. Ba Yuan sat there, thinking about who knows what, his face flushed.

Feng Ling understood and asked him: “Who do you like? Have you ever expressed your feelings to that lady?”

Ba Yuan shook his head and muttered something in a voice like the sound of a mosquito.

Feng Ling said: “You don’t want to tell me?”

Ba Yuan still shook his head: “He is a person with a noble status like my lord. I am of low status and is not worthy of him.”

Feng Ling: “…”

“I have liked that person for a long time.” Ba Yuan sniffed, “Even if there is no result, I still have to tell him and seek an ending.”

Feng Ling was silent for a long time, his eyes dimming slightly.

The master and servant looked at each other in silence for a while, then Feng Ling said: “Take the military book that General Yang asked for that day. He asked me to send it to him at the military camp.”

Ba Yuan suddenly came back to himself and hurriedly went to the shelf to take down the military book and followed Feng Ling out.

The two walked to the military camp outside the city. Most of the soldiers recognized Feng Ling. When they saw him coming, they took the initiative to lead him to Yang Ziran’s tent.

Feng Ling lifted the curtain and went in, only to see two chairs inside the tent. Yang Ziran sat on the one on the right, and an old man sat on the left. He had a frail appearance, and his fingers twirling his beard were very skinny. There was also a wooden cane hanging on the side of his chair.

Yang Ziran smiled and said, “As soon as we mention him, he has come.”

The old man turned his head, and Feng Ling couldn’t help but be slightly surprised. He bowed and cupped his hands, “Elder Xing.”

“Qing Sheng, how was the march?” Elder Xing’s eyes lit up, he grabbed his cane and stood up.

Feng Ling cupped his hands again and said, “Tiredness is inevitable, but thanks to Elder Xing’s guidance, this junior has benefited a lot.”

“Good, good.” Elder Xing stroked his beard and said with a smile. Seeing that he was not making a false excuse, the look in his eyes became more and more pleased, “I was afraid that you would suffer and blame this old man for urging you to come.”

Elder Xing was dressed as a Confucian scholar, but he was a man of jianghu. He visited Feng Manor a few months ago and showed great interest in Feng Ling. He stayed for two days and then left. He then returned to the capital a month ago and saw Feng Ling’s depression, thus persuaded him to go out with the army.

At that time, Feng Ling was unwilling to marry Yang Yuying and was in a state of confusion. When Elder Xing suggested this, he immediately went to seek help from Yang Ziran and then left for the northwest.

After Elder Xing chatted with them for a while, he stood up and said, “Qing Sheng, if you have some free time tonight, how about coming to my place for a drink?”

Feng Ling stood up and said, “Elder Xing invites me, how can I refuse.”

Elder Xing nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand to gesture at the two of them not to send him off, and went out laughing.

When he had left, Yang Ziran sat back in his chair and said: “This Elder Xing looks like an old scholar, and he has a very weird temper. You should be more careful.”

Feng Ling glanced at him and said, “He is an elder and I am a junior, so naturally I have to respect him.”

Yang Ziran shook his head and said, “Just be careful.”

When Jing Ye returned to the courtyard from the meeting hall, he saw the young man practicing his cutlass. The blade was cold and his movements were sharp.

It was only because of his weakness last night that he allowed him to stay. Jing Ye sighed helplessly, avoided him and headed towards the house, but was hugged from behind.

Jing Ye said, “I’m going in to change clothes first, and we’ll talk later.”

Le Zhenghuan sniffed his neck and said, “I have something to tell you.”

Jing Ye said, “What is it?”

“Seventh Master Xing has entered Yingzhou City.”

Jing Ye frowned, turned around and said, “How do you know?”

Le Zhenghuan said: “When my subordinates entered the city they saw his mute servant driving a carriage towards the city. I have competed with that mute servant before, and I am very familiar with him.”

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Seventh Master Xing, a martial arts elder as famous as the old City Lord Le. He trained a team of iron guards for Xu Ming, who was Pingyue’s opponent this time.

Such people were difficult to deal with.

Le Zhenghuan held Jing Ye’s hand and raised his eyebrows in silence. He would not say that Seventh Master Xing seemed to be looking for that person named Feng Ling…

Towards love rivals, it was better to eradicate them resolutely.

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