After ten years passed, there was no news from outside the palace, and the days were as peaceful and dull as ever.

seems to be an inexhaustible family motto, and there is an annoying Murong Shu who comes over after copying his family motto five times a day.

Murong Shu had already decided that Bai Xiying was Wan Qizhi, no matter how much Murong Jin denied and explained, it would be useless, and later, Murong Jin was no longer able to pay attention to this matter.

Murong Jin burned Murong Shu's family motto five times, and Murong Shu tore Murong Jin's family motto seven times, and the grievances between the two can be regarded as written off.

In the afternoon of this day, Murong Shu came to the East Courtyard with a folding fan with an emerald green fan depicting golden begonias, and at the same time brought another news.

"Xiao Ah Si, the Proton Mansion has been repaired, and that Princess Xueji of Xiqin has moved out of the palace today."

"Oh."

"The Proton Mansion that was left behind is only one street away from the Rui Wang's Mansion of this king."

Murong Jin casually dipped the wolf in ink, "Oh, I see." ”

Seeing that he didn't have any additional reaction, Murong Shu closed his fan and clasped his hands and looked at him, "That's how you react." ”

"Or else?"

Murong Shu fiddled with the fan thoughtfully, "This king still thinks that this is not far away, and it will be half a street away, but if you want to visit or give a small gift or something in the future, it will be much more convenient." ”

Murong Jin's pen paused, he didn't pay much attention to what Murong Shu said just now, but now he remembered the peach-pink figure, that, the shallow smile of the sweet taste of the first food, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend upward.

"This king thought you liked that girl," Murong Shu raised his eyebrows, "That's why I came to tell you this, it seems that this king is too worried." ”

"It's really too much to worry about," Murong Jin smiled, "Uncle Rui Wang might as well think about it, when will you and I finish copying this training and lift the grounding order, when will we be able to ......?"

Murong Jin raised his head and glanced at the two little guys outside the door, "Get rid of these eyes......

Murong Shu said indifferently: "It's just a group of subordinates, even if they are all killed, what can Your Majesty do with me?" ”

Emperor Yan sent a martial artist to teach Murong Jin to practice martial arts, and Murong Shu also asked Nan Xiao to learn with him.

Murong Jin was already gifted, and he learned much faster than ordinary children, while Nan Xiao didn't have any martial arts foundation before, and his left arm that had not yet healed was still a little tied.

This is all the more disheartening in comparison.

On this day, Nan Xiao hung his head and sat on the stone bench next to him with his sword in his hand, watching Murong Jin dance the sword.

Such a beautiful sword flower and smooth sword arc, the steps and moves that can be learned only by teaching him once, seem to be so far away from him.

Murong Shu didn't know when he appeared, so he patted Nan Xiao's head with pity, "You don't have to be upset, it is estimated that there are few children of the same age in this family who can compare to Xiao Ah Si, not to mention that you have broken your arm." This king shouldn't have been in such a hurry for you to follow along. ”

"Lord Wang?"

Although Murong Shu has a lot of strength in his hands, it is indeed a rare consideration to speak to him.

"You just rest these days, you don't have to follow the practice, at a young age, don't leave any disease in your hands, you won't be able to marry a good girl in the future."

“......”

In the following days, Nan Xiao only focused on studying and did not learn martial arts anymore.

And Yun Che has been wearing Nan Xiao to contact the basic skills for more than half a month, Yun Che is indifferent on the surface, but he is patient and rarely loses his temper when he teaches people.

Nan Xiao learned it at night with Yun Che in the empty courtyard in the corner, and what Yun Che handed him was different from what the martial artist gave to Murong Jin. Although Nan Xiao doesn't know much about this, he always feels that this trick is always a little weird.

The weapons used are also different.

Yun Che said that his skeleton did not grow very well, and it was not suitable for those ordinary swords and sticks, so Nan Xiao used a blade that could be clamped to his fingertips at the beginning, and Yun Che said that this was called a "fingertip knife".

The blade is extremely light and thin, the blade is extremely sharp, Nan Xiao made several cuts on his hand when he first learned, and the most serious wound was on the back of his hand, and the bone was deep visible.

Although Nan Xiao is not clever, he is still willing to endure hardships, and he will not learn a trick for a long time, so he will memorize the moves and stay for hard practice until he learns it.

In this way, although it takes a lot of time, I have learned the kung fu.

Murong Shu only copied the family motto for a month before the ban was lifted, but Murong Jin still had to continue copying it, and the other homework became more and more heavy, and the daily family motto task was almost not completed until more than half of the ugly time on the second day.

In the long run, my body is a little unbearable.

Yan Yizhen has been checking the pulse several times, and he has sighed again and again, and warned Murong Jin again and again, "Don't be too sad and bothered, it will damage your life." ”

Murong Jin smiled bitterly: "It's not a big deal, Imperial Doctor Yan is exaggerated, it's always good to get used to it." ”

"Your Highness, you ......"

Murong Shu couldn't help but be a little curious, "What did you do to make your father so angry, and punish you for so long." ”

Murong Jin sighed and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that my father is probably disappointed in me, otherwise, he wouldn't have been so anxious to get me out like this." ”

"Tell me about it."

"I can't say it, but around that time, I only want to call him 'Your Majesty', not 'Father'."

Murong Shu was stunned at first, he didn't expect this child to be so strong, and he didn't even want to recognize his own father?

Then he persuaded: "Brother Huang was angry at that time, you go and admit your mistake to him, be soft, and obediently call him 'Father', isn't this a solution?" After all, it's your own father, where can he really be so hard-hearted. ”

Murong Jin shook his head, "I know, but I just don't want to." Uncle Rui Wang, you don't understand......"

Murong Shu sighed silently, he really didn't understand. He has never experienced the tragedy and despair of his mother's clan being wiped out by his own father, nor has he experienced the pain of falling from the clouds of holy grace to the earth, nor has he experienced the contradiction and hatred of his mother dying because of his father, and father and son almost becoming enemies.

So he didn't understand why Murong Jin, who was so young, sometimes showed such a deep sense of city government and thought.

Murong Jin's tone was cold, and Dongxian knelt on the ground with a "plop", and cold sweat broke out on his back: "Back to Your Highness, the slave doesn't know." Dong Xian raised his head slightly, facing Murong Jin's eyes as deep as a cold pool, and buried his head deeply. Fortunately, Murong Jin was not annoyed, just sighed lightly and walked out, leaving a sentence of "get up" as he left.

Dongxian got up, wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and looked at the back of the negative hand leaving, and couldn't help but feel strange. Why, some of them can't be seen really?

Where can you see it really? He's just a teenager, after all.

Black engulfed the last bit of white light in the sky, and there was no moon or stars in the sky. As night falls, the lights are on.

Murong Jin walked outside the Qiwu Palace, listening to the mourning inside, and took back the steps he had taken. Is it fear, fear, or reluctance? He didn't know either. He looked at the dead branches in the courtyard that were entwined with plain silk, and the rows of white jade candles that could not be extinguished on the bronze lamps, as if a huge hole had been torn open in his heart, and blood could not be stopped. Then someone stuffed the wound with a large handful of ice and snow frost, and the ice and snow froze the wound and the heart froze, so that there would be no bleeding and no pain.

Murong Jin's eyes were empty, as if it was a dark night, and he retreated step by step, until his back was pressed against the cold palace wall, and a clear chill spread throughout his body. Then run in a certain direction with all his might.

"Your Highness—" He heard Yusheng's shout, interspersed with a cry, a little hoarse.

He ignored it, didn't look back, and the brocade shoes compacted the snow, leaving clear footprints. A gust of wind blew and filled his white robes, and the hunt sounded. I don't know how many palace pavilions I ran through, and I don't know how many palace gates I passed. Murong Jin's knees weakened, and he finally collapsed to the ground. He rolled over, facing the night sky, his eyes closed, feeling the cold touch of the snowflakes melting. The faint fragrance of plum and the breath of ice linger on the tip of the nose for a long time.