Star Farming, the eldest lady relies on alchemy to counterattack

Chapter 298 Practice
Yu Mingche's ears turned bright red instantly. "It's already healed outside, and it's not there."

Yu Mingche lowered his voice, not daring to look at Ning Xuan's expression.

"If not here, then where is it?" Ning Xuan was practically leaning against Yu Mingche, her hand restlessly pinching and touching his abdomen, as if she was really looking for something.
“My Lord…” Yu Mingche turned his head and looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Call me Xuanxuan from now on." Ning Xuan gently kissed Yu Mingche's cheek and withdrew her hand.

Looking at Ning Xuan's doting gaze towards Yu Mingche, Ying Yaoshi felt as if his heart had been squeezed, aching and tight, and he suddenly felt a little breathless. He had originally planned to enter the banquet hall, but seeing this scene, he stopped in his tracks and turned to leave.

He knew that Ning Xuan always had a contractor by her side, but knowing it was one thing, seeing it with his own eyes was another. He clenched his fists tightly and punched the wall next to him, somewhat regretting letting Yu Mingche come to pick up Ning Xuan.

Even though he didn't see Ning Xuan interacting with others, he could comfort himself by thinking that he must be the most special one in Ning Xuan's heart.

Ning Xuan was completely focused on Yu Mingche and didn't notice Ying Yaoshi's sudden departure, but Yu Mingche did notice.

If it weren't for Ying Yaoshi's strong invitation, Yu Mingche wouldn't have planned to come to Ying Yaoshi's territory. Now that he's here, judging from Ying Yaoshi's expression just now, he was extremely shocked and angry.

Thinking back to Ning Xuan's actions when Ying Yaoshi came in, Yu Mingche secretly raised his eyebrows. Ying Yaoshi's reaction was so strong, was he stimulated?
"Xuanxuan, I just saw Ying Shuai. Am I bothering him too much?" Yu Mingche looked hesitantly towards the door.

Ning Xuan got up and walked out. Just as Ying Yaoshi punched the wall, Ning Xuan came up behind him.

"What made you so angry?" Ning Xuan asked abruptly, her tone accusatory, clearly indicating her displeasure.

“Xuanxuan, the thought of you leaving makes me very sad. We haven’t even spent a few days together. Besides, Yu Mingche has a three-year leave of absence, so he can stay by your side for three years. The thought of that fills me with jealousy, and I don’t want to see him.” Ying Yaoshi didn’t turn around. He was a little afraid to face Ning Xuan, afraid that he would lose control of his behavior and hurt her.

Ning Xuan is known for holding grudges, so Ying Yaoshi didn't dare to offend her too much.

"Alright, didn't we agree that I'd come find you again when I have time? You can come find me if you're free. After this meal, we'll leave. Come on, come eat with me." Ning Xuan grabbed Ying Yaoshi's hand and pulled him into the banquet hall.

When Yu Mingche saw Ning Xuan, he stood up to greet her. After Ning Xuan sat down, he bowed to Ying Yaoshi. Ying Yaoshi returned the bow without any expression and sat down on the other side of Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan turned to look at Yu Mingche, then at Ying Yaoshi. One was sharp and cold, the other was elegant and graceful. Just by looking at their appearances, you could tell that their personalities were completely different. What they had in common was that both of them were dazzling in appearance and in temperament, and were both exceptional.

However, there was an inexplicable tension between the two of them sitting there.

"Commander Ying, thanks to you for taking care of our master during this time, I'd like to offer you a toast." Yu Mingche raised his glass and stood up to toast Ying Yaoshi. "Minister Yu, you're too kind. Taking care of our master is my duty and responsibility. Xuanxuan traveled a long way to see me, just as things were getting unsettled here, causing Xuanxuan to suffer." Ying Yaoshi looked at Ning Xuan with a guilty expression.

“Miss Ning, you have saved the lives of thousands of soldiers in the past month, including dozens of mid- to high-ranking officers. Today you are leaving. On behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the 12th Army who have been treated by you, I, Lü Tianci, thank you for saving our lives.” Lü Tianci commanded the 12th Legion of the Myriad Meteor Star Region Army and was one of Ying Yaoshi’s twelve trusted subordinates.

“All the soldiers who participated in the battle fought for the Federation. You are the guardians of the Federation. I only used what I know and did my best to save the wounded soldiers. It is my honor. General Lü, you don’t need to be so polite,” Ning Xuan replied politely.

"Knowing you're leaving today, the soldiers are very reluctant to see you go. They've choreographed a dance for Miss Ning, wishing her all the best. Please, Miss Ning, take a look." After saying this, Lü Tianci clapped his hands, and two rows of young soldiers in matching dark tactical uniforms filed in. They walked briskly, stood tall, and exuded a vibrant energy.

They bowed to Ning Xuan, who was seated in the superior position, and to Ying Yaoshi.

Without any commands, the soldiers spread out in perfect unison and quickly formed an arc-shaped formation.

What they held in their hands were not ordinary performance props, but standard longswords gleaming with a cold light. The next second, a powerful rhythm seemed to arise naturally from the air, and the soldiers moved.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, like lightning exploding from the ground! With a swing of the arm, the short blade sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Chopping, thrusting, parrying, slashing, blocking… each crisp and clean combat movement was executed with incredible coordination and explosive power. The movements were swift as the wind, precise and accurate; each strike carried a powerful beauty, weaving in the air into a dazzling yet orderly web of blades.

Their young faces were focused, their eyes piercing. They leaped like eagles soaring, crouched like serpents slithering, or twirled, their clothes billowing in the air.

The tactical uniforms perfectly accentuate their explosive muscle lines. Every exertion and twist showcases a combination of strength and beauty, presenting a masculine "dance posture" that is both powerful and graceful, captivating the heart.

The soldiers' movements rose and fell in waves, displaying immense power, speed, precision, and seamless teamwork to the fullest, making for an exceptionally entertaining spectacle.

Ning Xuan's gaze was completely captivated; she held her breath, immersed in the dance of swords and shadows, a dance of power and beauty.

After the dance ended, Ning Xuan clapped first, and then the applause erupted, making the atmosphere on the field lively.

Next, the commanders of the other legions stepped forward to thank Ning Xuan for her contributions. Some performed, while others presented gifts. Of course, both the gifts and the performances had been checked and reported beforehand, so Ning Xuan did not refuse them.

The meal lasted until noon before it finally ended. Ying Yaoshi reluctantly saw Ning Xuan off onto the starship.

"I left you a gift in the cabinet by your bedside, Marshal. You'll like it," Ning Xuan whispered in Ying Yaoshi's ear.