Yang Ruxin was startled, "Weng You? On the same level as Weng Ji?"
"Yes," Weng You nodded. "I am one of the close guards to the eighth Prince, and Weng Ji is our Guard Captain."
"Then why didn’t you take the official path?" Yang Ruxin blinked and then hurriedly took out a medicine pack from her bosom, sprinkling the powder inside onto the other party’s wound, "The poison isn’t deadly, but you’ll be weakened for two days. Don’t get angry or exert yourself in these two days, and it’s best not to use your Inner Strength." She then covertly tapped Xiaolun’s head, grateful that the creature hadn’t gone for the kill.
Xiaolun felt wronged as it flicked its tongue, how could this be blamed on the snake? Who asked him to play the villain and launch a sneak attack? In fact, just now it really hesitated for a moment, wondering whether it should have bitten the person dead.
If Xiaolun had really gone for the kill, that would have surely been instant death, with absolutely no chance or room for treatment.
Weng You bit his lip, how was he supposed to explain? Say they came to test them? Then he suspected this girl would really leave him lying there in a rage.
Just then, someone swiftly flew back into the yard outside.
"Big brother." Gu Yao was the first to rush in, seeing Gu Qingheng still sitting in the bathtub, the blanket from before now wrapped around him and the tub, he couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief.
"Subordinate Weng Ming pays respects to Master Gu." The man who had exchanged blows with Gu Yao stepped forward to greet with a fist and palm salute, then glanced at Yang Ruxin, "Miss Yang."
Gu Yao nodded, then turned to Yang Ruxin, "Members of the Imperial Family are permitted from childhood to cultivate their own followers. Princes and Commandery Princes all have a certain number of guards from their respective residences, five hundred for princes and two hundred for Commandery Princes. Not only does the Crown Prince have six hundred guards from the Crown Prince Residence, but he also has his own separate command of young soldiers, numbering one thousand..."
Yang Ruxin nodded, it seemed to her that in the Ming Dynasty the private soldiers of the Crown Prince or the Imperial Grandson were called young soldiers. Could this place be equivalent to the Ming Dynasty?
Weng You and Weng Ming couldn’t help but glance at Yang Ruxin. The eighth Prince had instructed them to follow the arrangements of Master Gu, and Weng Ji had specially emphasized that there was a Miss Yang by Master Gu’s side, not to be underestimated, to be treated the same as Master Gu. Now, it seemed that Master Gu indeed held her in no ordinary regard, even explaining Court matters to her.
Moreover, this woman herself was not ordinary. The arrogance she exhibited just now... Weng You looked down at the bite on his arm. His martial skills were not weak, but he had not seen clearly what hidden weapon the opponent used, and now he still felt somewhat dizzy, his arm tingling and powerless.
This woman truly had the capital to be so arrogant!
After explaining everything to Yang Ruxin, Gu Qingheng turned to address Weng You and Weng Ming, "You two listen to Xinxin’s arrangements."
Weng You and Weng Ming paused for a moment, but without asking why, they hastily nodded in agreement.
"You two..." Yang Ruxin looked at Weng You and Weng Ming and couldn’t help sighing, "Not quite suitable, is it?"
Weng You and Weng Ming instantly frowned. Their skills might not be the foremost in the Wulin, but they were certainly not insignificant. How were they not suitable?
"Don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying your skills are lacking. It’s your temperament and appearance," Yang Ruxin stroked her chin, sizing up the two men. "What I need is someone with the aura of a rogue, someone who can rub shoulders with Chengzi and his ilk. Look at you two, with skin whiter than a girl’s, so pretty it’s a mess. Who would believe you belong to the lowest stratum of life?"