In the carriage, the slender ten fingers, plucking the seven strings, who said that the lingering between those fingers is not a piece of affection. There was a melancholy in her eyes, as if she had forgotten an intoxicating appointment.

The palace maid sat in the front of the car and listened to the sadness in her heart.

She could hear that the princess was playing an ancient song "Ancient Lovesickness", and with the poignant music, she unconsciously sang its words in her heart: "You are like the bright moon, I am like fog, and the fog is hidden in the sky with the moon." Jun is good at stroking the piano and I am good at dancing, and the end of the song is like a blockage. Only because of the sense of the gentleman's review. It makes me think of the dynasty and the twilight. The soul will never regret going with you, and the lovesickness will be bitter for you. Lovesickness. Who is suing? I don't know where you are......" sang silently, and his eyes were full of tears.

The princess is impeccable in terms of beauty, talent, and affection, but God can't tolerate this perfection, and insists on using her desperate status as a royal child to obliterate her right to pursue happiness. This princess is still unmarried, but it is difficult to speak, and she can only sway in the heart of ancient poems. can only mourn and hurt oneself in the soft and long Yuefu......

In a mountain village in Bianzhou, Duan Mingyu is teaching his four-year-old sophomore son Duan Siping to write, at this time it is already five years of the Dragon Age, and it has been three years since Duan Mingyu resigned and returned to seclusion, although he is in seclusion, but he has a lot of business in the country, and he deserves to be the richest man in the country, even if there is only one title of King Zhao, there is still no salary, but life is still very rich, in order to be low-key, his living conditions are not very luxurious, just a simple medium house.

Duan Mingyu's identity at this time is a teacher, but it is just a means to cover up people's ears, but he is still very willing to give the child some ways to explore the problem, and he still has it.

Duan Mingyu pointed in a low voice: "The main pen is going, the deputy pen is laid out, follow the direction of the real pen, and then undertake the virtual pen." One trend after another, the momentum is connected, and the trend is naturally pulled out. ”

Duan Siping's flying brushstrokes naturally changed with his father's guidance. I heard Duan Mingyu continue: "Only with speed can you see the power of regulation, and this kind of regulation can only rely on the heart. If you rely on the eye to compare the measurement, and then adjust it by hand, it will not be fast at all. The so-called intention is the pen first, you have to write firmly, writing a word has thought about the next few words, and thinking is not the shape at all, but the meaning, the shape is just the meaning of the outpouring ...... Fast does not guarantee a certain unity of heart and hand, but only when a certain speed is reached, can we forget ourselves and unite our hearts and hands. ”

Duan Siping gradually forgot about the glyphs, and only thought about what words I was going to write next, and the faster I wrote, the more I wrote, the more comfortable I became!

"Let the speed form the veins. The pause of breathing, the pause of adding ink, the pause of words, and the pause of line break are all completed in acceleration and deceleration. The astringency should be pushed, and the moist place should be pulled. The pen is soft to lift the air, the ink is more to speed up, and the ink is less to slow down. Line wrapping and pulling paper are like threading a needle! The so-called true qi drum is generated from the conversion of speed! Duan Mingyu's voice became more and more solemn, and the father and son were completely immersed in the way of calligraphy.

I saw Duan Siping's ink, just like the water of the Yangtze River, rolling from afar, faster and faster, more and more momentum, at this time he only has words in his eyes, his heart is words, and his pen is words!

Speed really makes the heart and hand one, and the content and the words are one......

The child's talent is very good, even if he doesn't have much ability in the future, he can do a job like Pang Zhonghua with this beautiful calligraphy, Duan Mingyu can't help but be proud.

After writing for a long time, Duan Siping, the little kid, threw the pen, "Don't write, don't write, Dad, let's teach the child to learn martial arts." ”

"Eun, Daddy will play a set of knife techniques for us." The youngest daughter Aman didn't know where she jumped out, looking at her father with hope on her face, Aman is Junyu's daughter, she is just three years old now, and she hasn't taken a big name yet, there is only one ru name, and she is mixed with Yang Zhaoniang in Pingrì.

Yang Yanguang was originally Li Yu's personal guard and the number one master, but as soon as he became a prince and a courtier, Yang Yanguang brought his granddaughter Yang Zhaoniang and Duan Mingyu to Bianliang and lived in seclusion.

Now everyone is together, Yang Yanguang and Wang Aiqing looked at Duan Mingyu at the door, as if they wanted to watch him deflated. Duan Mingyu had never learned knife techniques, so he couldn't get off the stage now, looking at the goose feathers and snow outside the window, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

Yang Yanguang stroked his beard and said with an unkind face: "Isn't it someone who doesn't know it?" ”

The eldest son, Duan Siping, and the youngest daughter, Aman, suddenly showed great disappointment in their eyes. No, I can't let my tall father figure be clouded with a shadow of yīn, Duan Mingyu coughed twice and said, "This, there is no knife here." ”

Yang Zhaoniang immediately took out the simple knife on Wang Aiqing's waist and handed it to Duan Mingyu, "The treasure knife is here." Duan Mingyu Mo touched his nose, "They are all fifteen or sixteen big girls, how can they still look like children!"

After speaking, he hugged his fist very well: "Since everyone says so, then I am not modest... But... Please retreat a little, for fear that the knife will be too strong and accidentally injure adults and children, and someone will die in that period..."

"Oh? ... Knife gas? Yang Zhaoniang's eyes were very confused, but she still stood back under the eaves very sensibly, and Yang Yanguang and Wang Aiqing, who were still clapping, enjoyed the sword performance of Duan Mingyu, the prince of Zhao who shocked the world, Yang Zhaoniang hugged Aman, led Duan Siping, and watched from the side.

Duan Mingyu stood in front of the house, the fur fur had already been lost in the house, moved his lower limbs, lifted the placket and tied the belt of his trousers, lifted the treasure knife, and swiped it, about four catties, extremely light, the fingers that protected the handle were well protected, and the center of gravity of the knife was not far from the upper end of the handle, just right, so that it was effortless.

Duan Mingyu raised his head, took a long breath, very excited, and raised the snowy knife in the air, at this moment, he felt it, Fu Hongxue possessed his body! With a loud shout, the murderous aura overflowed, a charge, followed by a daring roar, a slash, followed by an interception... Armor Piercing... Shield Strike... Half Moon Slash, Cross Destruction Slash, Moon Slash, Blood Shadow Knife, Dream Shattering Knife, Red Sleeve Knife...... What do you want, kill the gods when you meet the gods, destroy the Buddha when you see the Buddha, catch whoever you want to cut whom......

Yang Yanguang opened his mouth and had a very dislocated posture, and his youngest daughter Aman didn't know when she hid behind the pillar, revealing a beautiful face with a very weird expression. The next moment, Bruce Lee also got on his body, with light and charming footwork, yīn windy cold light, accompanied by "Ahhhhhhhhh Ahh It is not an exaggeration to describe the flying sand and stones, and the moon has no light.