C20 Why do you ask so much

After a whole night of cultivation, Murong Ling did not feel exhausted at all, but instead felt refreshed. She did not know if it was an illusion or not, but she felt that this time's cultivation was extremely easy.

She looked around and did not see any signs of Prince Qin, so she casually asked, "Where is the Prince?"

A servant girl with a calm expression replied respectfully, "In reply to Princess, Prince will wake up early every day to practice martial arts with Imperial Guard Bai. He's probably still in the training grounds right now."

No wonder he came back from outside yesterday with a sweaty look.

She had noticed that this servant girl was not as captivated as the others when she was serving Prince Qin. With a plan in her heart, she asked, "What's your name?"

The servant girl's face lit up, "This humble servant is called Chun Xi, may esteemed wangfei bestow her name upon me."

"Chun Xi, that's a good name, continue calling me in the future."

Murong Ling then asked for the names of the other maids and changed the names of the four maids to Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.

He was still covered in sweat, and there was no trace of displeasure on his face. It was as if he had forgotten that he had been unhappy the day before.

"This King said that I will protect you in the future." He looked like a gentleman who was loyal to his friends. Suddenly, he asked, "By the way, Princess, have you recovered from your injuries?"

That's right, she had been stabbed by a bandit the day they went into the bridal room. Because of the recovery effect of the technique, she did not care about such small injuries, they would quickly heal anyway. Right now, they were already forgotten by her, she could still remember them even before she reached Prince Qin.

Before he could stop her, Prince Qin had already lifted her sleeve. The skin on her right arm was as white as jade, there was no wound at all.

"Princess, your injuries have healed!"

Her wounds were first healed by the wood spirit liquid to form scabs. Yesterday, when she had something to do, she washed her marrow and cultivated a cultivation method, so it was difficult for her to not recover.

Although she felt that it was normal, in the eyes of ordinary people, such a recovery speed was simply terrifying. Fortunately, no one in the house knew what her injuries were like. It was fine for her to lie.

She put down her sleeve and said carelessly, "I was not seriously injured at first, but after soaking in the medicinal bath yesterday, I am naturally recovered."

She could deceive the servant in the room, but not Li Cangmin.

He could clearly see that the bandit's sword had sunk half an inch deep into his flesh. When she came back that day, not only had she already scabbed, she even recovered after a night without leaving a single scar.

Even he would need two or three days to heal from that kind of wound. It was already an extraordinary recovery, but Murong Ling recovered even faster than him, it had to do with her technique and technique.

Since she already possessed such a powerful cultivation technique, why would she come to the Royal Mansion?

He could not come up with an answer no matter how much he thought about it. In the end, he still asked probingly, "Last night, the wangfei was meditating by the window, was she cultivating?"

While Murong Ling was eating breakfast, in order to maintain the purity of the flesh and blood channels in her body, it would be better for a cultivator to not eat anymore, but with her current cultivation, she would definitely starve to death.

Hearing Prince Qin's question, she replied without care, "Yes."

"What kind of martial arts is it? If Princess Huo Wu practices it, can she be like Bai Mu who can fly over a wall in the future?"

Murong Ling was a little dazed. In her family, only she could cultivate, everything depended on exploration. In her previous life, she only knew how to catalyze the growth of plants. It really wasn't her fault. With an airplane and a car, who would still want to be a thief and not be one?

"I don't know, I'll try it another day."

Li Cangmin was suddenly speechless, and felt that she was a little muddle-headed. "Has no one taught the wangfei anything? This king has Bai Mu as his teacher. "

"No, I'm the only one who can ?" Murong Ling paused, she looked at Prince Qin who had a face full of curiosity, and felt like he was tricked, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

Li Cangmin looked innocent. "I've asked clearly, I can teach my Royal Concubine. I'm really strong now."

However, there was no assassin that wanted him to rush up to her and show his skills. The only thing he could do was rush to help her wash her face, put on clothes, and let her use the storage room. He still wanted to teach her martial arts.

Although she was silly, she was also very cute.

Therefore, it was rare for her to smile sincerely. She caressed his head and said, "There's no need. My martial arts are different from the king's. You can't teach me."

Li Cangmin was shocked, behind his ears, there was a faint blush.