Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

The closest person? Did such a person exist after he transmigrated?

Going against one's conscience?

What's the value of conscience? Can it feed you?

Xiao Yaoqing ignored Zhao Min's comment, looked down at his hand that was being held, and shook it: "Can you let go now?"

Zhao Min then realized that she had been holding Xiao Yaoqing's wrist the whole time, and a quick look of embarrassment flashed across her face.

But she stubbornly refused to show any weakness, instead feigning disgust, shaking off Xiao Yaoqing's hand, and muttering, "Who cares!"

Xiao Yaoqing shrugged. "Are you alright now? I'm going to sleep."

The meaning couldn't be clearer—send the guests off.

Zhao Min crossed her arms and stared at Xiao Yaoqing: "Don't rush to sleep, let's talk about the first thing."

"what?"

Xiao Yaoqing was taken aback.

So fast?

When Zhang Wuji promised her three things, didn't she say she hadn't thought it through yet?

Why is it that when it comes to myself, the first thing I've already thought of is what to do?

"Well……"

Xiao Yaoqing's expression was a little strange. "You're not saying you won't let me sleep tonight, are you?"

Zhao Min rolled her eyes: "You think I'm that boring?"

Not always.

Xiao Yaoqing was too lazy to argue and waved his hand, "Alright, alright, what is it?"

Zhao Min took a step forward, leaned close to Xiao Yaoqing, and looked up into his eyes: "First thing—no matter when, if I ask you to, you have to carry me on your back, and you're not allowed to refuse!"

Xiao Yaoqing: "???"

He looked completely bewildered.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Min immediately asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Xiao Yaoqing: "You call this boring?"

Zhao Min raised her chin: "I don't care, I set the rules, and I'm in charge!"

Xiao Yaoqing: →_→

"Okay, I agree."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min burst into laughter.

She opened her arms wide and said to Xiao Yaoqing, "Shall we begin now?"

Start?

Xiao Yaoqing took half a step back: "Start what?"

Zhao Min: "Carry me on your back! Now, I want you to carry me back to my room."

good guy?

Carrying his wife into the bridal chamber?

Cough. Xiao Yaoqing stared at Zhao Min's smug face, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "I'm so regretful now, I shouldn't have agreed to it in the first place!"

Although the Xuanming Elders and their Yuan soldiers were driven out of Xiao Yaoqing's courtyard by Zhao Min, they didn't dare go far. The group huddled outside the courtyard wall, listening intently to any sounds.

At this moment, a soldier stumbled up to the two elders of the Xuanming Sect, panting and shouting, "The princess... the princess is out!"

Lu Zhangke grabbed him tightly: "Are you alright?"

The soldier's expression suddenly turned strange, and he stammered for a long time, "This... Mr. Lu, you should go and see for yourself..."

64 But Princess and Master Xiao are not even officially dating yet!

"Well... Mr. Lu, you'd better go and take a look for yourself..."

Seeing the soldier's hesitant manner, Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng exchanged a glance, both of them feeling uneasy.

With a light touch of their toes, the two of them used their light-footed skills to land silently on the top of the wall.

When Hebi Weng peeked out, he almost lost his balance, slipped, and nearly fell off the wall.

Lu Zhangke's eyes widened as well, and he stood there stunned, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yes, they saw it all clearly.

The princess who had worried them to death was now beaming as she clung to Xiao Yaoqing's back. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Xiao Yaoqing's neck, while Xiao Yaoqing supported her thighs with his hands. Her little feet were swinging back and forth in mid-air, and she looked completely blissful and carefree.

He Biweng, quick to speak, blurted out, "The princess wouldn't be with Xiao..."

"Shh-"

Lu Zhangke slapped him across the mouth, grabbed him by the collar, and jumped him to the ground.

Upon landing, Lu Zhangke, without saying a word, growled at the surrounding Yuan soldiers, "Those who don't want to die, run!"

After saying that, he grabbed Hebi Weng, and the two of them disappeared into the night in a few leaps.

But the Yuan soldiers were completely dumbfounded.

Nonsense, they don't have the ability to scale walls! They're almost at the door, now run? Where to run?

The Xuanming Elders are really trying to kill them!

A dozen or so Yuan soldiers were pacing around anxiously, like ants on a hot pan. Suddenly, someone slapped their forehead, turned around, and shoved their nose right into the wall.

As if they had planned it in advance, a group of Yuan soldiers turned around in unison, their faces pressed against the wall, looking like a row of geckos.

I don't know where they learned this trick from, but when you lean against the wall, you can't see anyone.

But who cares about that right now?

Once the first person did it, everyone else followed suit.

One by one, they turned around, buried their faces in the wall, and desperately muttered to themselves:

"You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me..."

This is simply self-deception.

At this moment, Xiao Yaoqing, with a bitter face, carried the excited Zhao Min on his back as he walked out of his own courtyard.

After taking four or five steps forward, the two of them froze at the same time.

Xiao Yaoqing, carrying Zhao Min on his back, slowly turned around.

What they saw left them completely dumbfounded.

Goodness, the expressions on their faces instantly turned strange.

A blush inexplicably rose on Zhao Min's cheeks.

She gently squeezed Xiao Yaoqing's shoulder.

The meaning couldn't be clearer—don't bother them with this kind of performance art.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't waste any more words and turned to leave.

Only after Xiao Yaoqing's figure carrying Zhao Min completely disappeared did the dozen or so Yuan soldiers finally make a move.

The bolder ones turned their heads first, peeking out cautiously.

Once he confirmed that Xiao Yaoqing and the princess were no longer at the courtyard gate, he breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground.

With the first one secured, the remaining Yuan soldiers felt as if they had been given a second chance at life.

But just as they recovered, their gossip-loving instincts kicked in.

Goodness, someone immediately spoke up:

"Hey, tell me, what exactly is the relationship between the princess and Master Xiao?"

"Do you even need to guess? Are you blind? Have you ever seen any man other than the Prince dare to touch the Princess with a single hair?"

"Exactly! Even the Seventh Prince's heir, who treats the Princess so well and gets so close to her, has never touched a single hair on her head!"

"I remember, even the princess's own brother, our heir, never carried her on his back, right?"

"hiss--"

A group of people gasped simultaneously and whispered:

"From now on, should we call Master Xiao our son-in-law?"

Xiao Yaoqing had no idea that he had already been labeled a "son-in-law" by these imaginative Yuan soldiers.

The hat.

He has now carried Zhao Min back to her boudoir.

Upon entering, the maidservant who was respectfully waiting inside was startled.

That's right, Zhao Min was drunk and unconscious before, and it was Xiao Yaoqing who carried her back.

But now, thanks to the hangover soup and her own internal energy, Zhao Min has long since recovered from the effects of the alcohol.

In the end, Xiao Yaoqing carried it back?

With the two of them looking like this, who wouldn't have impure thoughts?

When the maid saw the princess return on Xiao Yaoqing's back, she was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "Ah... um... Princess, Master Xiao, you're back? I... I'll go out now..."

After saying that, he lowered his head and ran away, slipping out of Zhao Min's boudoir as if afraid of disturbing something.

Xiao Yaoqing looked at the situation with a helpless expression.

Zhao Min's voice drifted from behind: "Put me on the bed."

Xiao Yaoqing pursed his lips; this princess really had a lot on her plate.

However, he still walked towards the bed.

Just as she was about to throw the person down, Zhao Min seemed to remember something and quickly added, "Be gentle!"

Be gentle?

Xiao Yaoqing had actually planned to just throw Zhao Min onto the bed.

But then I thought, what if I really anger her? What kind of trouble will this auntie cause? I'll be the one in trouble.

So they honestly and slowly put the person down.

When Zhao Min got off Xiao Yaoqing's back, she inexplicably felt an emptiness in her arms. However, she was already very content that he had carried her all the way back.

But the two of them, one just catching their breath and the other still wanting more, were completely unaware—

The maid who had just slipped out was now so shocked that her eyes almost popped out of her head.

She had just run out the door when she heard Zhao Min say, "Put me on the bed."

.

The maid was stunned and stood there.

Immediately afterwards, I heard another voice say, "Be gentle!"

Good heavens!

Why does that tone sound a bit like she's being coquettish?!

"It's all over!"

The maid felt like her worldview was about to collapse.

The way these two are talking makes it clear that something's about to happen!

What should we do?

"But the princess and Master Xiao are not married yet..."

The maid was frantic. In those days, rules were paramount, but she couldn't very well rush in and yell at the two of them, "You're morally corrupt!"

Right?

Isn't that just courting death?

So the maid gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran away.

You absolutely cannot see or hear about this kind of thing, or you'll lose your life.

But is what happened inside really as the maid thought?

Xiao Yaoqing had already distanced himself from Zhao Min, and shrugged, saying, "Are you alright now? Can I go to sleep now?"

Zhao Min nodded with satisfaction.

The next morning, Xiao Yaoqing woke up in bed, still thinking about what happened the night before.

The system's familiar voice rang out precisely on time: [Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing today's check-in. You have received the reward: the Six Meridians Divine Sword, specifically the Strike Sword!]

Xiao Yaoqing was stunned for a moment, then sat up, his face instantly falling.

He couldn't help but complain inwardly, "System, are you getting more and more useless? You used to at least give me half, but now you're giving me a sixth?"

He carefully recalled the setting of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

To put it simply, this thing relies on the six meridians of the human body to condense internal energy into sword energy and unleash it, with such power that it can travel through distance.

The six meridians correspond to the five fingers of the right hand and the little finger of the left hand.

The Zhongchong sword given by the system happens to correspond to the right middle finger.

Xiao Yaoqing silently raised his right hand and slowly extended his middle finger.

His lips twitched: "This..."

It looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

He continued to shout in his mind, "Hey, stop playing dead, I know you're here!"

The system was silent for two seconds, then coughed twice: [Ahem... Host, the sign-in rewards are completely random. The system reserves the right of final interpretation, but it has nothing to do with the system itself.]

Xiao Yaoqing was speechless after hearing this.

The final interpretation right belongs to the system, but it has nothing to do with the system? Are you kidding me?