Murong Shu sighed, lowered his body and looked at him level, "Little Ah Si, why do you think so?" ”

"Uncle Wang only needs to answer the little nephew, yes, or no."

Murong Shu's gaze dodged for a moment, then he got up and turned around, "No, don't think about it." ”

"Even so," Murong Jin pondered for a moment, then picked up the pen again and copied the family motto, "Then Uncle Wang will come back after my grounding order is lifted." ”

Murong Shu was ordered to be evicted like this, and when he walked out of the Floating Moon Palace, he couldn't help but glance back, and said with emotion: "How can such a young child have such a heavy and deep mind......

After Murong Shu left, Murong Jin copied the family motto, often copied and wrote down mistakes, and the handwriting was not so neat. In the end, he simply tore up the paper, threw away the pen, and stopped writing.

Nan Xiao looked at him and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, what's wrong?" ”

"It's okay," Murong Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking for a long time, he commanded, "Yun Fang, you go and get the sword I used before." ”

Yun Fang was puzzled and said, "Your Highness, this is going to ......"

"You bring it first."

"Yes."

After about a cup of tea, Yun Fang found the sword named "Ling Shuang", "Your Highness." ”

Murong Jin looked at this sword called "Ling Shuang", and there seemed to be a slight light in his eyes, and it instantly dimmed.

He learned the sword early, and he learned it quickly, and this sword was specially sent by Emperor Yan to the other sword villa to ask the owner of the village to build it himself. Blowing hair and breaking hair, sharpening iron like mud, because the sword out of the sheath thin blade like frost, so the name "Ling Shuang", the only one in the world.

Murong Jin walked to the courtyard with his sword in his hand, and Nan Xiao and Yun Fang looked at each other and followed. It's late spring and early summer, but the wind is a bit strong today. The wind blows, and the curls of hair sweep the face, which makes people even more irritable.

"Zheng-" The sharp blade came out of its sheath, and the sword light drew several beautiful arcs in the wind.

I haven't practiced swords for a long time, and I'm really a lot rusty.

Murong Jin danced back and forth with a set of sword moves, and then he felt that the sword in his hand had taken advantage of a lot.

Nan Xiao and Yun Fang listened to the mournful sound of the wind and the roar of the sword in their ears, and they only felt a chill that enveloped their whole bodies.

Murong Jin's sword-holding hand paused in the air, and he picked up a bamboo leaf with the tip of the sword and went straight to the flute. Nan Xiao stared at the scene in front of him, for fear that the sword would get a little closer to him, so he gritted his teeth silently, and his legs and stomach trembled a little.

I saw that Murong Jin's eyebrows were angry, and he brought the sword body closer to him. The cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword body turned and slashed towards Yun Fang. Yun Fang was startled, hurriedly retreated, fell to the ground, and clutched his sleeves tightly. Then there was a "click" sound, a small gold-inlaid jade bamboo was cut off by the waist, and there was a crisp "click" sound, and the whole body fell on another bamboo, making a "click" sound.

Murong Jin's hand holding the sword turned white, and when he saw the fallen gold-inlaid jade bamboo, there was not the slightest emotion in his eyes. Murong Jin's eyebrows were fierce, and he recited the trick in his mouth. The running steps, the swirling sword light seductively the eyes. The sound of the bamboo body breaking and the sound of the bamboo branch swaying and the crisp sound of smashing on the ground are more like a kind of choking and whimpering.

The clothes fluttering in the wind, the black hair raised, such a posture does not seem to come from such a child.

Yun Fang collapsed to the ground, cold sweat broke out, and he couldn't make any sound in his throat. Although he didn't know any martial arts swordsmanship, he also knew that such a sword flower could not be danced by His Royal Highness of the other palaces and the princes of the clans outside the palace. Yun Fang had also heard that the martial master had said that His Highness was extremely talented, but even so, this scene was terrifying.

A few clusters of bamboo in the three corners of the courtyard were cut off.

The wind was blowing, rolling up the residual leaves, flying all over the sky, like a rain of bamboo leaves. The wind dispersed, the residual leaves were scattered one after another, and a thin layer was laid on the stone slabs. Murong Jin was half-kneeling on the ground with the support of his sword, some broken bamboo leaves hung sporadically on his hair, his little face was so white that there was no blood, but his eyes were full of bloodshots, like a bloodthirsty demon. Lying next to him were the wreckage of jade bamboo all over the ground.

Nan Xiao was stunned and speechless for a while, he only felt that Murong Jin seemed to be very angry, he had never seen him like this before.

When he came back to his senses, Yun Fang had already gone over to say that Murong Jin helped him up, "Your Highness, do you want to ask Imperial Doctor Yan to come over and have a look?" ”

Murong Jin shook his head a little weakly, and the sword fell to the ground because of the loss of strength in his hand, and there was a "clang" sound.

"It's just that I haven't practiced like this for too long, and my body hasn't been good these days, and I can't bear it."

The bamboo leaves and bamboo body stumps all over the ground were cleaned up after a long time, because during the lockdown period, it was not easy to report to Youji, so the broken bamboo stakes continued to be broken in the yard, which was inevitably a bit of an eyesore.

After this day, Murong Jin seemed to have found a way to vent, every morning or night, in the interval between copying family training, he would always take some time to practice swords.

After a long time of copying the family training, and the speed has been practiced, the more time can be squeezed out to practice the sword.

On this day, Murong Jinchen began to lay out the paper and began to copy, and then with Nan Xiao's ghostwriting, he copied the ten times of the family motto a day before he reached the unitary time.

When Emperor Yan walked to the Fuyue Palace, he instructed the palace people not to pass the word, and when he stepped into the inner courtyard, Murong Jin was practicing his sword.

Unknown that someone was approaching, Murong Jin walked according to the original sword steps, and when he caught a glimpse of the dark color clothing pattern of the dragon pattern in the corner, it was too late to put away the sword.

The tip of the sword glowed with white light, pointing directly at Emperor Yan's chest, only an inch away from the placket.

I don't know for what reason, Murong Jin didn't put away his sword, and it wasn't until Emperor Yan stepped forward and grabbed his wrist that he let go of his hand in pain and lost his sword.

Emperor Yan glanced at the courtyard, and Junyi's face was full of anger, "Murong Jin, since I ascended the throne, you are the first one who dares to point a sword at me." ”

Murong Jin was shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly knelt down, "The minister is stupid, I didn't know that Your Majesty was coming, I bumped into Your Majesty, please punish Your Majesty." ”

Emperor Yan picked up Ling Shuang on the ground with an expressionless face, "You have no title, no official position, and no contribution to the court, how dare you call yourself a 'minister'." ”

"All the people of Dayan are all His Majesty's courtiers."

"Oh?" Emperor Yan's gaze was cold as he looked at the sword body, "What about you, are you just my courtier?" ”

Murong Jin looked up at him, "Your Majesty, is also the father of Erchen. ”

"Even if you know, do you want to continue copying that family motto?"

"It's all up to my father."

"Okay," Emperor Yan walked into the house, "Since you have the leisure to practice swords here, then I think I have copied all the ten times of today's family motto, and I will review it and then talk about your sins." ”

Murong Jin got up suddenly, wanting to step in quickly, but was stopped by Emperor Yan raising his sword, "What, is there anything I can't see?" ”

Murong Jin took a step back and lowered his eyes a little humbly, "No ......"

Nan Xiao and Yun Fang are sorting out the family mottos they have copied over the past few days, and they are returning them day by day.

Sensing that a dark shadow was cast to cover his vision, and before he could see the person clearly, Nan Xiao was dragged by Yun Fang to kneel, "Your Majesty—"