In early summer, the scorching sun outlines the delicate silhouette of the teenagers in the courtyard. The boy skillfully wielded a soft sword, sweating like rain.

After practicing like this for a while, Pei Yan finally stopped to catch his breath, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, waved his sword, and planned to continue practicing. At this time, a hand grabbed Pei Yan's right shoulder from behind him.

Pei Yan's eyes suddenly became murderous, and he was about to reflexively restrain the other party, but who knew that the person who came patted him fearlessly.

"......" Pei Yan knew who was coming without looking at it, the killing intent in his eyes dissipated, and he said lightly: "His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"Hmm...... Brother Pei is really diligent, and he still came here to practice swords on a hot day. Ling Feng turned his head sideways to look at Pei Yan, who was sweating profusely, and asked knowingly, "Aren't you hot?" ”

Pei Yan glanced at him: "His Royal Highness the Prince, have you practiced your kung fu today?" Is the assignment completed? ”

Looking at Ling Feng's idle appearance, it is estimated that he has not encountered any of them.

Sure enough, after listening to Pei Yan's question, Ling Feng coughed unnaturally and prevaricated, "...... No matter what you do so much, isn't it a waste to spend all your time practicing swords and books? ”

"......" Pei Yan shook his head helplessly, sighed secretly, and then asked: "If you don't practice swords, then where have you been for most of the day?" ”

"Hey, I got a piece of ice this morning, it's nearly a man tall! How about going cool and cool with Prince Ben? ”

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he dragged Pei Yan and turned around to go to the East Palace, but Pei Yan shook off the hand holding him. Seeing this, Ling Feng frowned suspiciously, turned his head to look at Pei Yan, and said puzzledly, "What's wrong?" ”

Pei Yan looked at Ling Feng with a cold expression, and said solemnly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still good at practicing diligently, after all, His Royal Highness will be the king of a country in the future, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a noble status and is easy to provoke jealousy, if he learns kung fu well, he can still protect himself." ”

Ling Feng waved his hand impatiently and said, "Why are you so abrasive, where do you have so many things, and everyone else is so idle to assassinate me?" Besides, if it's dangerous, don't you still have it! In a word, to go or not? ”

Pei Yan didn't answer, just looked at him quietly with an uncertain expression. Ling Feng waited for a long time and couldn't respond, so when he agreed, grabbed his sleeve and was about to leave, but Pei Yan shook him off suddenly, lowered his head slightly, and said, "If that's the case, then I have to practice martial arts even more seriously, so that I can better protect His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Ling Feng was thrown by him like that, he was a little stunned, he looked at him in a daze for a long time, and finally reacted, his blood was so angry that his blood surged, his face was red, and he said angrily: "You are a dead brain!" There is a time to practice martial arts, but it is not good to miss this day? ”

Pei Yan still lowered his head, avoiding Ling Feng's gaze, and said in a deep voice: "...... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should practice martial arts more, in case one day I am gone, you can also protect yourself. ”

"You ......"

Ling Feng was choked by Pei Yan's words, and his mind suddenly went blank, leaving only three words - "gone".

What does it mean to be gone?

After a while, he said angrily: "What did you say? Bad luck...... Don't forget it, I'll go myself! ”

With that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

Pei Yan still stood in place, staring at the back of the person who went away for a long time, sighed, and continued to practice the sword.