The early spring sun is not warm, and the cold wind is still cool. On the martial arts training field, Yu Wenye was dressed in a dark uniform, his waist was straight, his angular handsome face was holding his eyebrows, and his noble spirit of not being angry and arrogant seemed to win. Yu Wenjing, who was slightly handsome and gentle, was wearing his preferred purple uniform, and the cold and ruthless in his eyes was not inferior to anyone else.

"Prince, take your subordinates for a while, I don't want to die young, brother." Yu Wenjing flipped his wrist as he spoke, and the long sword seemed to have life in his hand, and it quickly spun dizzyingly.

Yu Wenye only said: "Let's start." Before the words fell, the person arrived in front of Yu Wenjing, and the piercing sound of steel blades colliding sounded, and Yu Wenjing blocked the white light at the moment when the sword light came.

There was a slight sound, and the two of them had already jumped away from each other.

"That's right, the Third Emperor Brother has improved a lot!" As he spoke, there were a few more crisp slashes of sharp blades colliding, and they had already passed four or five moves.

At this time, Pin'er had already led Bai Muguan and others who had used dim sum to watch the battle, and He Huihui couldn't see her true mood with a light smile on her face. Fang Na was already blushing, clearly wanting to watch the heroic posture of the third prince carefully, but she was cautious as if she was afraid of being discovered. This cowardly and shy is not like the Chen Guifei in the past.

The most unexpected is Li Meiyun, the young lady of the Rongguo Mansion who is about to become the concubine of the emperor's eldest son, at this time, her eyes are quietly looking at Yuwenjing, who is not far away, and her eyes are obsessed and intoxicated. It is unknown whether others will see it, but in short, it was discovered by the careful Bai Muguan.

Fang Na used her peripheral vision to see that there was no one beside Bai Muguan, and suddenly leaned over and said curiously: "Miss Bai, who do you say will win?" ”

The women of the Fang family's current generation don't need to practice martial arts anymore, so she is a layman in this regard, but she knows that those who know martial arts will definitely be able to understand.

Who knew that Bai Muguan shook his head and smiled faintly: "I don't know, it will take about a while before the winner can be decided." ”

As for how long is this "a little longer"? She didn't know either.

She had fought with Yu Wenye and personally understood his excellent swordsmanship, but that was before he was poisoned. During the detoxification, the imperial doctor once said that the vitality in his body was greatly damaged, and it was impossible to recover in a short time. As for Yu Wenjing, there was no chance to learn, but she could tell at a glance that he was deliberately hiding his true level, whether it was to conserve his physical strength or not want to show it in front of others at all?

If it is the former, after another twenty rounds, Yu Wenye has little chance of winning against him. If it is the latter, it can only show that Yu Wenjing is deep and dare not imagine.

Fang Na didn't get an answer, and pursed her lips secretly, obviously she felt that Bai Muguan was perfunctory. She didn't notice, and the girl beside her suddenly frowned.

The two edges met again on the field, and it stands to reason that in order to reduce the force of gravity, they should jump to the side. At this time, Yu Wenjing was in a hurry, and attacked the sword again, as if it was not a brother but a life-and-death duel. Yu Wenye's reaction was also unexpected, instead of retreating with a slight point on his right foot, he stepped forward and swept out a sword laterally.

Yu Wenjing only saw a flash of silver light in front of him, and the long sword was already at his throat, and the cold touch made his heart suddenly cold. If it was really a life-and-death duel, he would have been killed by now.

Yes, he lost.

The last attack, he didn't want to endure it anymore, but unfortunately he still lost. Lost to His Royal Highness the Prince Prince, who was wearing a nine-bead purple and gold crown in front of him, and was born much more noble than him. The applause in his ears was like thunder, and the person who took the lead in applauding was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe.

At the end, Yu Wenye slowly withdrew the long sword from the scabbard, and asked with a smile: "Is the Third Emperor Brother convinced?" If you're not convinced, you might as well play another game. ”

His chin was tilted, his eyes were as deep and bright as stars, and the smile on his thin lips was full of contempt and rebelliousness. He is the future Son of Heaven, and he wants the people of the world to be willing to surrender, if he is unwilling, he can speak with strength.

Yu Wenjing forcibly suppressed the hatred in his heart, and replied with a gentle smile: "No need, I am convinced." ”

"Admit it."

"The prince deserves to win." Yu Wenjing slowly echoed again.

Sooner or later, he will take back everything that belongs to him! The person he hated the most in this life was not Yu Wenye or Queen Tong, but the man who spoiled his biological mother overnight and ignored their mother and son for several years after that, and he was also the master of the Golden Palace of the Tianxi Dynasty.

Just thinking about it, Yuwen Haotian stepped under the bright yellow umbrella cover, and his face was full of relief indicating that this competition made him very satisfied. Yu Wenye is worthy of being enlightened and taught by him personally, and he is extremely proud of his set of swordsmanship.

"Fabulous, wonderful!" As the Ninth Five-Year Emperor, there was no joke, Yuwen Haotian waved his hand and ordered Gao Zhan to bring Wang Fengjian over.

The red cloth was lifted, and a sword that was hard to find in the world lay quietly in a brocade box with a satin surface of Shu. The hilt of Wang Feng's sword is inlaid with two pieces of oval jadeite jade, which is emerald green and transparent. The scabbard is carved with a dragon pattern, and the sword spike is a bright yellow colored silk, all of which set off its kingly demeanor.

Yu Wenye's eyes flashed with joy, and he asked in disbelief: "Is my father really willing to give his love to his son?" ”

Without waiting for the emperor to open his mouth, Yu Wenjing next to him had already adjusted his mood, and said with a smile: "I heard that Wang Feng's sword is only worthy of the king, and this sword is the most suitable for the emperor to give to the crown prince." Congratulations to the prince on his wish! ”

Yuwen Haotian glanced at Yuwen Jing approvingly, and praised him for advancing and retreating in a certain way, having the demeanor of a brother and not losing his duty as a minister in the future. Then he said in public: "Yes, the prince is from the main son, and his life is precious." I have given you Wang Feng, firstly, to reward you for winning, and secondly, I hope that you will always be strict with yourself with a kingly demeanor and live up to my expectations. ”

Hearing this, Yu Wenye knelt down on one knee, raised his hands above his head, and solemnly took Wang Feng's sword. The cold-to-the-touch scabbard fell into the palm of his hand, which was the Wang Feng he had been in love with for a long time, and his father solemnly bestowed it on him on the Shangyuan Festival of the twenty-fourth year of Yikang.

After that, Wang Feng was his sword.

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