Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

Chapter 154 Lord Changxin's Weak Physiology

"Miss Feiyan's identity is extraordinary, and her mastery of Yin-Yang arts is astonishing. Why do you ask such a question?"

Ying Jing was just making small talk to find a topic, but he was somewhat surprised that Fei Yan seemed quite interested in the topic.

"The Yin-Yang technique allowed me to see many things that ordinary people cannot see, but in the grand scheme of things, it is but a drop in the ocean."

"I can vaguely sense the twists and turns of my own destiny, and I can feel the vastness of the world more and more, and I understand more and more how to respect this vast world."

Feiyan spoke calmly and unhurriedly, always composed, with a sense of detachment from worldly affairs.

"In this chaotic world, most people's fates are not good, especially those exceptionally beautiful women."

Ying Jing's lack of response was somewhat tactful, but for Fei Yan, it was enough.

"In your opinion, Lord Changxin, would Feiyan be considered a beautiful woman?"

That's definitely a lot!

"If Feiyan doesn't even qualify, then there are very few women in this world who can be called beauties."

No matter what kind of woman you're talking to, just say the nice things.

In any case, Ying Jing has enough status and good looks to back it up. Even if the other party gets tired of hearing these words, they won't feel annoyed because of Ying Jing's status and position.

Moreover, Fei Yan has lived in the Yin Yang Clan for many years. Perhaps the cruel environment of struggle has made her quite adept at scheming and intrigue, but she is still a blank slate when it comes to love.

Her delicate, snow-white face remained beautiful, but Fei Yan's lips had already slightly curled up, and a gentle smile was revealed between her picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

He was not troubled by the possibility of a tragic fate, nor did he question his own destiny.

As the Eastern Lord of the Yin-Yang School, Fei Yan could sense that from the moment she began to cross paths with Changxin-jun, the so-called destiny seemed to have become a joke.

Her fate, like the soul of a star, has turned into a veil of mystery.

Even if there were a tragic future, things are completely different now.

Looking at the man's figure, which suddenly seemed somewhat imposing in the moonlight, Fei Yan's rosy lips parted slightly: "I believe it."

Ying Jingwei was stunned for a moment before he realized what Feiyan was talking about.

His handsome face appeared exceptionally striking in the moonlight. Ying Jing chuckled softly, "Miss Feiyan, don't trust others too easily, especially men who spout moral righteousness."

Feiyan seemed thoughtful, a gentle smile playing in her eyes: "Why?"

Ying Jing laughed heartily: "Because most men like that are just pretending. They're too ambitious and not a good match."

The smile in her clear eyes seemed to deepen, and Fei Yan chuckled softly, "Is Changxin-jun talking about yourself?"

Ying Jing's smile froze instantly.

He only touched Yan Dan, but it seems the boomerang hit him instead?

But Jing, the philanthropist, was thick-skinned enough that he shook his head without any hesitation.

"Of course not, I only wish to reduce the number of tragic fates in this world as much as possible."

Jing Dashanren has no ambition; he just wants to upgrade his cheat ability and, incidentally, save a few beauties.

Fei Yan wore a half-smile, a slight smirk playing on her lips, and spoke again, "I believe you."

Ying Jing: "..."

Judging from your expression, you don't seem to believe it!

However, it's no longer the detached, aloof attitude it once had.

Even if she was truly a goddess, she had gradually descended into the mortal realm.

As night deepened and the moonlight grew stronger, the gentle evening breeze gradually took on a chilling quality, causing some of the flowers in the courtyard to sway and flutter.

Fei Yan gently raised both hands, her true energy surged, and golden light appeared.

A three-legged golden crow, formed from Yin-Yang magic, appeared in her hand, emanating auspicious energy.

The golden crow circled the courtyard, like a celestial emperor surveying the mortal realm. Its golden tail feathers scattered divine light, making the flowers seem even more vibrant.

Finally, the golden crow landed on Feiyan's shoulder, making her fair face seem to be enveloped in a thin layer of holy light.

Ying Jing took in the beautiful scenery, his lips twitched, but he ultimately didn't speak.

The seasoned philanthropist Jing Dashan had already sensed that something was amiss.

Oh no, he's gotten into their rhythm!

That's absolutely not allowed; you could easily be led astray.

However, this was not because Fei Yan deliberately used any methods. She had just left the Yin Yang School and was indeed a blank slate when it came to matters of the heart.

Using Yin-Yang techniques to nourish these flowers is purely out of personal preference.

Perhaps that's why Lord Changxin was caught off guard!

Little White is an experienced player.

Sincerity is the ultimate weapon; I will never deceive you!

“Miss Feiyan, it’s getting late and the chill is getting stronger. You should take care of yourself and get some rest.”

Ying Jing crossed his arms, his face pale.

We can't let ourselves be led around like this.

He was ready to leave, regroup, and fight again when he was fully prepared!

Feiyan looked at Yingjing with some confusion. Wasn't it supposed to be moon gazing?

"That……"

Feiyan suddenly felt a little reluctant to part.

Having cultivated Yin-Yang techniques at the Yin-Yang School for so many years, this was the first time she had ever enjoyed the moon and chatted with a man.

Although it deals with such a grand theme as fate, it doesn't feel serious, and is accompanied by the fragrance of flowers.

This made her feel an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort, very comfortable.

However, seeing Ying Jing's pale face and trembling appearance, Fei Yan felt embarrassed to insist.

"Lord Changxin is rather frail..."

Fei Yan hesitated for a moment, then her figure seemed to transform into a golden light, and in an instant she arrived at Ying Jing's side.

Two slender, fair hands lifted Ying Jing's hand and gently grasped it, their fingers intertwined, soft and smooth.

Golden light surged forth, and streams of warmth flowed from his palm into Ying Jing's body.

A moment later, Fei Yan released Ying Jing's arm, and a pure and gentle smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

No wonder he's so weak; Lord Changxin has no internal energy and doesn't know martial arts!

For ordinary people, it is indeed best not to be exposed to too much nighttime chill.

"Changxin Jun, please rest early and do not ruin your health."

Feiyan's tone was extremely gentle. Although she was younger than Yingjing, Feiyan gave Yingjing the feeling of a dignified, elegant, and caring older sister.

Who could resist such a big sister?

Screw all the pulling and tugging! Who cares about the rhythm!

Rest my ass! How can someone your age sleep?

Ying Jing grabbed Fei Yan's hands: "With Miss Fei Yan by my side, I don't feel cold at all."

"Under the flowers and the moon, such a beautiful scene... I promised to admire the moon with you, how can I give up halfway!"

Feiyan did not withdraw her two jade-like hands, her expression seemingly hesitant.

If she provides the energy, there should be no problem?

With her jade teeth gently biting her red lips, Fei Yan said softly, "Then, if Lord Changxin is unwell, you must inform me in time."