"Minister, why is no one here for training today?"
Looking at the empty martial arts training ground, Her Majesty the Empress was very curious.
Xiong Gang’s face twisted, "They’re still over at the Ancient dicine Departnt watching the injuries."
Poor mbers of his team, it’s really too much for them.
Bla it all on Pei Hong and Yang Yilian, too cunning, they’ll do anything to steal people!
Pei Hong sent Long Xuanye with the handso man strategy, but it didn’t work; by a stroke of luck, they found the beauty strategy works wonders!
The Folk Music Departnt has several female mbers, especially Yan Yuexian, who looks like a celestial being and has a connection with Xia Weibao, almost luring people away!
Yang Yilian’s Ancient Dance Departnt goes without saying, all of them are great beauties, Xia Weibao spent almost all her ti there over the past two days.
His Ancient Martial Arts Departnt has no won, what could he do but sacrifice his team mbers as human sandbags for training accompanint.
They already have it good, the neighboring Calligraphy Departnt, neither with beauties nor human sandbags, is filled with a bunch of old n, helpless.
Xia Weibao felt a bit guilty, could it be that serious?
She had avoided vital spots already.
"I’ll go take a look."
Treating injuries is sothing she’s skilled at, just right to check out those in the Ancient dicine Departnt.
Heard that Minister Ding Heqiu has ancestors who were Imperial Physicians in the palace, their dical skills are particularly formidable.
Perfect opportunity to pay a visit.
Between the martial arts training ground and the Ancient dicine Departnt lies a small river.
As Xia Weibao passed over the arched bridge, she heard the sound of a flute.
An inexplicable sense of familiarity.
She followed the sound to a grassy area.
Beside the river, under the willow trees, sat Long Xuanye, wearing a white casual outfit, playing the flute on a stone chair.
The twilight glow, filtering through sparse willow wisps, cast a dappled silhouette on him.
The white attire, handso face, jade flute, drooping oblique willow.
From afar, he looked like a banished immortal fallen to the mortal world, forming his own sphere.
Xia Weibao couldn’t help but look on in a daze.
A sudden thought ca, "People on the fields like jade; Young Master is unparalleled in the world."
This phrase was common in ancient tis.
But in today’s restless urban environnt, few can live up to this saying.
However, Long Xuanye perfectly exemplified what it ans to be an unparalleled Young Master.
His flute playing was exquisite, lodious, resonating for days.
Xia Weibao also understood the flute; she was nearly proficient in all ancient musical instrunts, but besides the ancient zither, the jade flute was her strongest suit.
Nonetheless, her jade flute skills fell far short of Long Xuanye’s level.
Seemingly sensing soone approaching, Long Xuanye put down the jade flute, offering her a slight smile.
His lips were soft, eyes like fabric covered with veils of mist, a gentle tenderness that might drown a person within.
For so reason, Xia Weibao’s heart suddenly skipped two beats.
She felt a bit flustered.
How could this be, each ti she saw Long Xuanye, her heart began to race.
Indeed, she had a fondness for him; after all, beautiful things are pleasing to the eye, everyone likes to look longer.
But she didn’t think this was why her heart raced.
Because she was very sure, she harbored no intention toward Long Xuanye.
She was also quite certain that in her heart, there was only Lu Hualiang.
Then how to explain the sudden loss of control of her heartbeat?
"Junior Sister."
Long Xuanye’s voice echoed by her ear, and Xia Weibao finally snapped back to reality.
She smiled and nodded.
"I heard Junior Sister can dance, how about performing a duet? I’ll play the flute, and you dance to accompany ."
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