Yi Xin as a concubine

Chapter 130 Ready-made guinea pigs

He drew the sword from his waist and tentatively walked towards the bed.

The woman on the bed felt footsteps approaching, she half-raised herself coquettishly, and called out "Master~"

But before the last word fell, the cold tip of the sword pierced her fair neck, scaring her so much that she screamed "Ah", breaking the silence in the room.

"Master, what's wrong?" Wangchuan broke in through the window and then became stunned.

"This……"

"What is this? Throw it out." Chu Xingchen was furious.

Wangchuan didn't dare to delay. He took a step forward and grabbed the woman's smooth white arm. The strength he wanted to pull down was somewhat weakened. Looking closely, he seemed a little at a loss.

The woman took advantage of Wangchuan's loss of strength and struggled to break free from his control. She stumbled to her feet and pounced fiercely on Chu Xingchen.

The woman was tall and graceful, wrapped in a red gauze dress. Wangchuan swallowed unconsciously when he saw her face. When he saw her face, he turned pale with fright and quickly turned away.

"Oh my god, this is my concubine. If he sees her body, will he be killed by me?"

Seeing that the woman was about to pounce on him, Chu Xingchen reacted almost instinctively and kicked her out.

"what!"

"puff!"

Realizing that the woman had stopped moving, Wangchuan couldn't help but look back, but it didn't matter.

"My Lord, you won't kill her, will you? After all, she was sent by that old villain Huangdi, it would be hard to report her to the emperor."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Throw it out!"

"Yes." Wangchuan saw that his master was really angry, so he didn't dare to hesitate any longer and dragged the man out.

"Wait, remember to wake her up and ask her who gave her the courage. If she doesn't tell me, just let her freeze outside."

"Yes." Wangchuan silently sped up.

This gentleman doesn't lose his temper easily, but when he does, it can really kill people, and it's a very tragic kind.

After Wangchuan left, Chu Xingchen looked at the messy bed and felt extremely annoyed. He turned around and left the inner room, lit a candle, sat down at the desk with a gloomy face, and waited for the result.

Wangchuan was quite mobile and came back soon, with some moisture still on the hem of his clothes.

"Master, she confessed."

Chu Xingchen didn't say anything, but looked up at Wangchuan.

Wangchuan understood and continued, "Yes... yes, madam." His tone was a little hesitant.

Chu Xingchen closed his eyes, suppressing the coldness and irritability in his eyes.

"Let her kneel outside for a full hour. If she survives, she'll be lucky. If she dies, she can only blame herself for being stupid enough to be the first to do this."

For the sake of his elder brother and Xiaobao, he couldn't touch Xiang Qing. As for other people, especially those with ulterior motives, why would they think that he would be merciful? They were all just killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.

Wang Chuan followed the order and left. When he reached the door, he heard Chu Xingchen ask, "Has the young master moved in?"

"We moved it when it got dark. Madam asked her servants to help, so I didn't see Madam Xu enter your study."

Wangchuan answered tremblingly, and did not forget to explain to himself that he did not want his grandfather to settle the score with him later.

"What are you calling me? Except for Miss Xin Ba, no one else in this courtyard is a lady." Chu Xingchen corrected with a cold face.

"Yes, I'll remember that." After saying that, he bowed and went back to work.

Xin Baoer woke up early in the morning and heard Lancao say that Xu Yingxue was frozen to the point of being on her last breath last night, and was carried back to her own yard from the Second Master's yard by Wangchuan and Wang Po.

After listening to Lancao's vivid description of what happened, Xin Baoer found it extremely absurd. For a moment, she thought that Xu Yingxue might have some serious brain disease.

Now that she has already got hold of the Crown Princess' thigh, instead of thinking about retiring and leaving this damn place, she is obsessed with climbing onto Chu Xingchen's bed. Is this because she is afraid that there are no good-looking men out there, or does she want to use the beauty trap?

She shook her head, clearing out all the messy things that had nothing to do with her, and was dragged by Lancao to the dining room to eat.

After the meal, everyone gathered together, talking and laughing, drinking tea and chatting, it was very pleasant.

"It's boring for you to spar in this small courtyard every day. I designed a set of equipment for you to practice with."

Xin Baoer looked at Wei Yu and the "Wuyin" guys arguing with each other, as if they could fight each other to the death with their mouths, and spoke with amusement.

"What equipment? A target or a plum blossom pile?" Wei Yu asked with rare curiosity.

"Neither. You'll know once it's done." Xin Bao'er kept it a secret for a while. "But before the equipment is shipped over, you have to find a place to put it first."

"We have a lot of wasteland here, we can just clean up one or two pieces." Shang Shiyi said indifferently.

"Of course we have to clean it up. There are so many weeds and dead branches in the yard. We can use them to heat the kang. But we still need to find an empty house that is more secluded to store these equipment."

Huiwu frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "Miss, do you have any plans?"

"No, it's just that thing takes up quite a lot of space, and our place is like a sieve, so it wouldn't be nice if someone saw it."

Huiwu and the silent Yusi looked at each other and shook their heads in tacit understanding.

'Do you think they will believe it?'

Xin Baoer didn't care whether they believed it or not. She slowly expressed her thoughts and got up to go back to her room. As for the rest of the things, whether to do them or not or who would do them, she didn't care.

With her delicate skin and tender flesh, she might be able to do some cleaning, but as for mowing the lawn, she probably can't even lift a knife, and there doesn't seem to be a sickle here.

Forget it, who cares what they use? She should go back and write out a specific training plan first.

In her previous life, she had watched so many TV dramas about soldiers, and she was always envious of them. She envied their bravery and fearlessness, and often thought that if she could be as brave and strong as them, then she would not have to live such a cowardly life, being bullied but not daring to resist.

Although I don't know how soldiers are actually trained in the army, but isn't it said that "art comes from life"? If I follow their example, it should be effective.

Xin Baoer glanced at the group of girls who were discussing something with ill intent, thinking, "It's not her who's going to practice anyway, so she's a ready-made guinea pig. They're so diligent anyway, so it won't hurt even if they don't practice well."

Ha ha!

"Oh, right. When I was looking at the blueprints before, I remembered that there seemed to be a few warehouses in a corner. I didn't pay attention to the direction. You can go and look for them. If they can be used, clean them up. If they can't be used, see if you can make simple repairs and try not to damage the appearance."

After saying this, Xin Baoer left with a smile.

The rest of the crowd asked: "Why is it so chilly all of a sudden? Is it going to snow today?"

They all shivered, quickly stood up, and found something to do to move around and keep warm.

Xin Baoer returned to the room and started to get busy. The loud noises outside had nothing to do with her. Everyone was busy with their own things and no one bothered her.

So Xin Baoer didn't know that Xu Yingxue was so cold that she fell ill and couldn't get up. The lady was provoked by Zheng Youlan's crying and went to Chu Xingchen to make a fuss. As a result, Chu Xingchen scolded her in front of Xiaobao.

I just don’t know what Chu Xingchen said, but when the lady walked out of the study, her legs were weak and her face was pale, as if she was very angry or very scared. In short, she probably wouldn’t make a fuss for a long time.

Zheng Youlan was forced to take care of the seriously ill Xu Yingxue, and she probably wouldn't have the energy to do anything wrong in the short term. From then on, the yard next door became completely quiet.

After dinner, Xin Baoer packed herself up, told Lancao to guard the door and not let anyone in, then pulled Wei Yu down the tunnel.

Wei Yu was dressed in a neutral guard outfit, looking very capable and neat. Xin Baoer did not wear those fancy women's clothes either. She designed a set of long shirt and trousers by herself, but the top was longer, with the hem covering the knees, the collar was slanted downwards, and there was a row of delicate buttons on the slanted collar, which looked a bit like the modified Hanfu of later generations.

If you look closely, you can see a few bamboo leaves at different angles embroidered on the dark green clothes with the same color embroidery thread, which looks free and easy.

Wearing such clothes, people look more energetic. Even Wei Yu, a tomboy who is usually not picky about clothes, couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"It looks good, right? I'll make one for each of you later." Xin Baoer teased Wei Yu as she walked forward.

"That's not necessary. But what's wrapped around your leg? Doesn't it hurt?" Wei Yu quickly retracted his gaze and tried to change the subject in a cover-up.

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