In the evening of that day, Zhuang Zuo went to the stove room to boil two buckets of hot water for himself, carried them back to the room, and peeled himself off from the dirt all over his body for a long time.

The bath lasted for half an hour, and by the time he dried himself and came out from behind the screen, his steel armor and robe had been removed, and on the other side of the table were neatly folded a set of clean clothes, on which was Zhuang Zuo's saber, a round-stemmed and gridless thin sword more than two feet long.

Zhuang Zuo picked up the sword and wanted to put it aside so that he could put on the clothes underneath. It's just that as soon as the left hand grasped this delicate long sword, the right hand unconsciously pulled the sword out of its sheath and slashed in the air.

The strength of this sword is insufficient, and the victory is light, Zhuang Zuo waved again, and the sword blade pointed to the red candlestick in front of him, and there was a snake letter on the spine of the sword, and the flow was like molten gold.

The great master gave this sword the name "Yuan Mao", which was a calculation made by the folk monks who watched their lives at will by the river. Zhuang Zuo still remembers that when the national teacher sent someone to fight this sword for him, he had just learned the art of divination with the people who were with the jade, and the calculations they used were all a rare herb called the jade keel.

On that day, Zhuang Zuo learned and sold, and also put a hexagram in front of the national teacher, and a hexagram used no less than 100 jade keels with the length of the index finger. The national teacher didn't say a word about the hexagram, and turned around to take this two-foot-three-inch-long unregulated thin sword-

"I was still thinking about what to call it, but now I think about it. He raised half of his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

"'Yuanmao Sword', give it to you. ”

More than two feet long, as thin as a reed in the left hand of the village like a long stick, he later learned that it was another way of the countryside monks to use the round thatch that was born by the water: they would find a downtown area, put a plate of thin sand in front of them, if someone was willing to spend this unjust money, the square priest would close his eyes, chant words in his mouth, and then use the long sticks cut from the round thatch to draw an unknown pattern on the sand table, and finally open his eyes, his mouth is like a river and the villagers who ask for a hexagram are chatting.

He gestured with the sword in his hand, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously as he raised it above his head.

The national teacher really likes to name the utensils, thinking of this, he recalled Qi Zhilai's two Yanling long knives, the two knives are the same size, but one is light and one is heavy. The back of a heavy knife is half an inch thick, and the handle of the knife is cut from a gloomy wood of 10,000 years, and the national teacher named it "Chongliu".

The lighter one was only later, when Sisi's messenger sent the emperor two lions, a male and a female, locked in an octagonal cage with gold and jade, and the emperor himself kept the cage and the male one, and put the female in a black iron cage at random and sent it to the nine-inch cliff. Bumpy along the way, as soon as the cage hit the altar, it scattered into four petals, and the lioness roared, and then pounced on the crowd of onlookers.

At that time, Qi Zuo carried a heavy willow knife in one hand, slapped the lioness's head horizontally, and slashed at the back of its neck. I saw that Qi Zuo did not retreat but advanced, kneeling on the ground during the sprint, sliding against the direction from which the lioness pounced, and the blade was held high and cut from the lioness's chest to the stomach.

Qi Zhilai was covered in blood, and her hot intestines piled up on her face. If she was still a lieutenant, people might call her "Lion's Blood Captain" from now on, but "Lion's Blood Left Envoy" was too ugly to hear, so this prestige did not spread. The craftsman master of the cliff took a tibia of the lioness as a handle, and made another Yanling knife for Qi Zuo's envoy, and the national teacher was gearing up to name this new soldier blade "Lady Grudge", taking the meaning of the lioness being separated from her lover and dying in a foreign country, but Qi Zuo's envoy refused, and then he played a "light fish" paired with "heavy willow".

Zhuang Zuo followed the blade of the sword, looked at the shaking candle flame, and stayed like this for a long time. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew from the window, and he shivered, and then he remembered that he had been standing naked for a long time. So he put his sword back into its sheath, and held the round grass that had been returned to the sheath, but he couldn't help but look at it in front of the candle for a while.

Another cool breeze. He finally put his sword down, picked up his shirt from the desk, put it on with a shudder, and reached for his trousers, grabbing only one corner and dragging them up from the desk. A note was brought to the ground and landed at Zhuang's left foot.

He still pushed his feet into his trouser legs before squatting down with the waist of his trousers and picking up the note.

The candlelight wasn't very bright, and in the shadows he cast, the handwriting was even more blurred—

"Yan Yu has murderous intentions, Your Excellency, please make your own decision"

A line of words stirred up another wave in Zhuang Zuo's heart because of the warm water and the love of the sword, he raised his head suddenly, there was no movement around him, only the evening breeze through the crack in the window, blowing the candle shadow swaying.

If you remember correctly, the two brothers said that Yan Qi should be coming tonight. Why didn't they do it in the past ten days? Didn't Yan Yan reveal his plan to them, and if so, how could the person who left this note know that Master Yan had never revealed to his two righteous sons?

Zhuang Zuo stood up on his knees, fastened his trouser belt, picked up the round grass sword from the case, and pulled out an inch at the candlelight, and the cold light flashed away.

......

In the wing room on the other side, two well-dressed men, one young and one strong, are sitting on their knees, and in the middle, there is a chess game without suspense.

"Brother Yu, why hasn't my father-in-law come yet?" Zhao Kun held a chess piece in his hand for a long time, and his mind was not on the chess game.

"What the old man said was to come tonight, and until tomorrow morning, the fish belly turns white, it will be tonight, why are you in a hurry. A sneer hung on Chang Keyu's face, and he couldn't tell if he was joking, or if he really figured out Yan Qi's temperament.

"After all, the father-in-law is the most covenant-keeping. ”

On the couch not far away, two red men caressed the same gonghou, the longer one hugged the other behind, and played a song "Hairpin Phoenix" with all four hands. Between the eyebrows, there was some sleepiness and resentment.

"What does it mean that my father-in-law just let Senior Brother Zhuang stay in Yushan Villa?"

Zhao Kun threw the white piece in his hand back into the chess basket, his brows almost furrowed.

"Do you remember how your stepfather explained when you went to take Bai Xian away?"

"If he stays obediently, you will eat and drink well, and if he wants to leave, you can send Bai Shi to tell me." Zhao Kunsha raised his voice, learned Yan Xuan's voice, and recalled word for word.

"Now that the father-in-law is here himself, we won't have anything to do. ”

The fourteen-year-old boy's eyes widened, and his amber eyes were full of innocence.

On the other side, Chang Keyu, who was about to enter the year of not being confused, just chuckled and shook his head, not like a negation, but like an appreciation.

"You don't have to think about it so much, just follow your brother Yu. ”

He pushed the small table between the two of them away, held the teacup in one hand and the teapot in the other, poured a cup for Zhao Kun first, and then poured a cup for himself.