The music of Songhan Hall sounded as scheduled when the night fell, and the maids in the Linguang Hall heard the singing, as if they were infected by their own singing, and were immersed in laughter.

Yuan Lingjun sat in a group of fragrant and glamorous maids, crouched in front of the desk and worked hard to write, and when he heard the excitement, he stopped his pen and made peace with the maids, or danced with his hands. Recently, she learned to dance with Zhezhi, and when she was free, she asked the maids in the palace to dance with her.

The whole palace knows that the king is good at singing, good at dancing, proficient in instrumental music, and often goes out of the palace and the people who plough in spring do songs, as long as they get the king's blue eyes and silk cloth, the rewards are endless.

And these brightly dressed maids, their minds are even more exquisite, they are well versed in the king's temperament and sexual preferences, practice singing and dancing hard, and the music is flattered and favored.

"Lord, let the little maid copy it on your behalf." Kunjiao nudged the ink ingot, glanced at the large stack of paper under the paperweight, shook her head and sighed, when will this be copied.

Yuan Lingjun put down the pen, twisted his sore wrist, picked up the pen again, and held his chin in one hand, "I really want to go out to have a look, but Old Man Zhen said that I can't go out again in the future." The mountains, rivers, rivers and seas of the southern country, the beauty of Qishu, have traveled all over and seen all over, the small stone said that Longxi is surrounded by mountains, the strange rocks are craggy, and the scenery is very different from the Southern Dynasty. ”

Yuan Lingjun's eyes were shining, "I also heard Xiaoshi say that the king of Jiangling and the imperial grandson of Shu in Longxi are also beautiful men who love to play and eat." ”

Kunjiao, who was sad for this, made a slumped face: "Lord Jun Xiao thinks about this, and he is not afraid that the official will step on the stone steps of the Hande Palace." The maids smiled.

"I'm in the palace, and you're not used to it." Yuan Lingjun scratched his head with the barrel of the pen, looking sullen.

Seeing that the lord was biting the tip of his pen and frowning bitterly, Kunjiao leaned over to look. The dense words on the paper look like a pen from a distance, and look like a dog planing up close...... That's it.

Kunjiao took the freshly cut paper from the palace maid and spread it out carefully, but the music of Songhantang stopped abruptly at this time.

"Too much deception!" Yuan Lingjun's expression changed, and he threw the pen towards the door. Everyone stopped what they were doing and held their breath.

Everyone knows who is coming.

On the verandah, the sound of footsteps came from far and near, the skirts rubbed, the jade and stone were harmonious, and it seemed that many people were walking towards this side. Yuan Lingjun quickly got up, took off the bronze sword used to suppress evil spirits on the wall, withdrew the scabbard, and waited behind the door.

The chaotic footsteps disappeared when approaching the Linguang Palace, and the whispered conversation between the visitor and the maid on duty in the night palace could be faintly heard, and then, the door of the temple opened, and an embroidered shoe crossed the threshold, and in an instant, the bronze sword "choked" and stabbed out, arriving at the door of the hall before the comer.

The tip of the sword is pointed at the other person. The cold is born day and night, and the sword qi is close to the heart. "Ahh The maids suddenly screamed in alarm, and they all withdrew backwards.

"There is a thorn ......" a woman only had time to shout half a sentence before she fell to the ground and passed out.

"Shut up." The middle-aged woman's voice calmly spoke to stop it, and the palm wind that she wanted to wave in her sleeve was stopped in time at the moment when the door of the temple was opened.

The maids shut up and retreated to the bottom of the court steps tremblingly at the signal of the leading woman. They didn't see the scene that happened just now, and they only felt a murderous aura coming.

Yuan Lingjun strangely withdrew his sword and looked at the person by the candlelight in the hall, "It turned out to be a Zhongda!" Lone thought he was a thief. ”

The Gong family, who came late at night, was not frightened in the slightest because of the sudden change, she calmly adjusted her sleeves, "It's late at night, and the lord has to wait until dawn to play the sword, and it's okay to hurt the concubine if it's dark in the middle of the night, and the lord has a precious jade body, and it's not good to hurt himself." ”

Old thief! Yuan Lingjun gritted his teeth and glared at her, and suddenly laughed, "It doesn't seem to be appropriate, Lord Xie Zhong's teachings, I will definitely pay attention to it next time." ”

The Gong family was stunned for a while, if it was on weekdays, the lord would have already jumped to his feet and scolded, but today's calmness made her unsettled.

Yuan Lingjun secretly made a plan in his heart, put the sword behind him, and returned to the hall, "What do you have to do?" ”

Gong shook his hand and said: "On the order of the noble concubine, send the boy man into the palace to serve." Song Langjun, come and meet the lord. ”

Outside the dark-enveloped hall, a young man shrank in, gasping for breath, probably not recovering from the fright, his face was frighteningly pale, and his shoulders trembled violently.

"What's it called?" Yuan Lingjun threw the bronze sword on the table, making a loud noise.

"Villain...... Surname...... Song Linglong. ”

Yuan Lingjun, the man in the Qitang Hall, didn't know any of them, but Song Linglong, who had just met her when she first returned to the palace, was wearing a silk leather and gold thread gown that fluttered like cicada wings on a cold day, wandering on the shore of the Pavilion Lake, walking with a smart and light body, and the musicians and servants in the palace followed suit, and no one could wear half of his ethereal.

Charming, yin and yang, a man without a little husbandly temperament, Yuan Lingjun has always been disdainful, not to mention the obedient embroidered pillow. Yuan Lingjun pouted.

Under the command of the grandmother, the inner attendant led Song Linglong to retreat to the apse to bathe and change clothes, and the palace maids also sorted out the bookcase and retreated outside the hall.

Yuan Lingjun sat curled up on the mattress, wiping the bronze sword with a cloth, although this bronze sword is a treasure of the evil town, but it can't withstand the evil spirit of the palace, but isn't the hanging bronze sword here to drive away evil? Yuan Lingjun was so angry that his teeth chattered, and he wiped the bronze sword over and over again, until the blade showed a chill and edge in the candlelight, and then he showed a satisfied smile. She waited, driving the evil away from her.

"Villain, villain......" Song Linglong stumbled, and didn't shake out a whole sentence for a long time, and the palace people's inquiring eyes made him embarrassed.

He was wearing a white undershirt and standing by the screen, his hair was slightly damp, and small droplets of water fell to the ground. Yuan Lingjun only glanced at it and continued to wipe his sword. Fan Jiang painstakingly planned a marriage and heirs for her......

It was a bronze sword that exuded a simple atmosphere, Song Linglong had never held a sword, only seen the excellent servants of the Yuqitang dancing by the lake, and the moves he wielded were extraordinary, even if he didn't fight, he could strengthen his physique, and Song Linglong was in awe every time he saw it.

Seeing that he was very interested in the sword in his hand, Yuan Lingjun said: "I don't have a swordsmanship, so I don't know how to use a sword at all." ”

Doesn't it feel ridiculous for someone who doesn't use a sword to wipe his sword? Song Linglong blinked suspiciously.

"This bronze sword has been used for thousands of years, and I'm afraid it has killed millions of people." Looking at Song Linglong's soft body, Yuan Lingjun's eyes rolled, "Why don't we play a game?" What's the best thing to do? ”

Yuan Lingjun jumped up, his bare feet stepped on the mattress, and after looking around, he didn't find what she wanted, and suddenly thought of something more interesting, "Why don't you try the blade of my bronze sword?" In other words, look at what kind of skill I'm like as a first-time sword user. So it was decided. Hey, come on, give Song Langjun a flat fruit. Yuan Lingjun said to the maid outside the hall. Sure enough, the maid found a flat fruit.

Song Linglong, who was holding Pingguo, was sitting on pins and needles, completely unaware of what would happen next, his eyes stared at the young queen who ruled his fate in confusion, his legs were numb, and his palms were hot and humid.

"Do as I say. Start by placing the flat fruit in the center of the top of your head. ”

Song Linglong did as she was told, trembling uncontrollably, and her lips turned miserable white. "Don't dangle around, I'm not good at swordsmanship, what if I accidentally cut off your head...... It's useless to be afraid, this is Lonely's order, didn't you hear it? Yuan Lingjun roared with a cold face.

Song Linglong forcibly stabilized her body and didn't dare to shake it anymore.

"Here we go." Seeing that the other party was very teachable, Yuan Lingjun raised his smiling face, bared his white teeth, and his playful expression appeared on that seemingly harmless face.

Yuan Lingjun held the bronze sword across his chest, and his smile became more and more unfathomable.

There was probably a wind outside, and a large number of apricot blossoms flew in from outside the door, and the blade of the cold forest and the spring of the steep were entangled all over the place, both rigid and soft, and the bright wall of the main hall clearly reflected the figure of Yuan Lingjun.

The girl standing high on the table was like a bloodthirsty demon king, her face was full of satisfaction brought by teasing, and suddenly, the sword in her hand swung out vigorously, and Pingguo cut off her waist, flew on both sides, and jumped out a few feet away.