Lan Zijin put down his burden, flew to the roof, looked at the moon, and thought to himself, this Dongfang Luoyu trained guard is really not a vegetarian, it seems that what he said is true, and there are really masters around him who are stronger than himself.

Lan Zijin has seen Dongfang Luoyu's skills, and she has repelled more than a dozen people with her bare hands, and her kung fu is unfathomable, and it is definitely not something she can hostile to. Besides, she didn't have the weapons she had at hand, which was even more difficult. Lan Zijin sighed and said, "After cultivating for so many years, nothing has been accomplished." ”

Just looking at the full moon hanging in the sky, after a while, a dashing figure came by the moonlight and gently fell beside her.

"Dongfang Luoyu, how long are you going to lock me up?"

"Until Nangong Yu is the princess of the North Underworld."

When Lan Zijin heard this, he was comforted, it turned out that he not only trapped her here because he wanted to possess himself, but also to protect her from being chased and killed by Nangong Guo.

Lan Zijin stood up, walked to his side, and said, "Even if Nangong Yu Fuzheng Beiming is the crown prince and concubine, I am still the nominal woman of Nangong Yu." ”

"If he straightens the princess of the North and breaks his promise, then it's another story. You are fortunate to be in my eastern country, but if he acts like this, it is tantamount to provoking a war. ”

Lan Zijin nodded as if he didn't understand, and asked again, "What about me?" ”

"I will arrange another identity for you, and tell the outside world that you were sad and committed suicide after hearing that the princess of the Northern Underworld was corrected." Dongfang Luoyu said, hugged Lan Zijin in his arms, and said softly: "Lan Zijin, you are already my woman, I don't allow Nangong Yu to hurt you, as long as he helps Bei Mingyi, I will keep you by my side and take care of you." Maybe I can't make you the queen, but I love you only in my heart, please believe me, don't run away again. ”

Lan Zijin was nostalgic for the warmth in his arms, and he was even more intoxicated by his heartfelt words.

"But I'm bored, and you can't come to see me every day."

Dongfang Luoyu caressed her hair and said, "If you have nothing to do, you can tell me what you want, as long as I can do it." ”

Lan Zijin nodded and said, "Then, I'll stay for the time being." Can you send someone to teach me how to swordsmanship? Also, I need a weapon for self-defense. ”

Dongfang Luoyu let go of his hand and looked at her, with a pampering smile in his doting eyes, he agreed, "Okay." ”

The two of them sat on the roof and watched the starry sky, the moon was round, illuminating the darkness of the world. Lan Zijin leaned on his shoulder, Dongfang Luoyu held her hand, and said lightly: "Princess Beiming is pregnant." Lan Zijin was unmoved and said, "So what? ”

"Don't you care?"

"Not at all. Sooner or later, there will be this day, maybe I used to care about it, but now I don't. ”

The two snuggled together, and the breeze was blowing, which made people forget the cold of the spring night for a while.

"Let's go back to the house." Dongfang Luoyu hugged Lan Zijin tightly, for fear that she would catch a cold and hurt her body. Lan Zijin hummed, and Dongfang Luoyu flew down the eaves with her in his arms.

The little palace maid on the bed was still asleep, and after Dongfang Luoyu ordered the guards to take her away, the two lay on the bed and hugged each other tightly. Dongfang Luoyu didn't presumptuously possess her, just imprinted a gentle kiss on her cheek, and whispered in her ear: "Sleep." Lan Zijin rubbed against him, his breathing gradually became smooth and even, and he fell asleep after a while.

Looking at her sleeping appearance, Dongfang Luoyu felt a pang of colic in his heart, how to tell her that the dowry sent to Ximen had been accepted, and he would marry Ximen Wuya, the eldest princess of Ximen, a year later.

If you can't speak, then you should always hide it from her.

When I woke up the next day, Dongfang Luoyu beside me was no longer there. Lan Zijin rubbed his eyes and sighed: "It's really not easy to be a king. ”

After freshening up, Lan Zijin was having breakfast. After a while, a guard walked in, clasped his fists and said, "Girl, the lord has ordered that the subordinate will be your sparring partner in the future, this is the weapon you want." Lan Zijin raised her head and looked, wasn't this the guard who stopped her last night?

The weapon he took was a dagger carved with a coiled dragon. Lan Zijin put it in his hand and played with it, although the weight is not very heavy, but if this dagger is against the long sword, won't it be a loss?

Lan Zijin handed the dagger back to the guard and said, "Can you change it for me a longer one?" ”

I saw that the guard took the dagger and opened the scabbard, and pinched the handle of the dagger hard, and a short dagger turned into a long sword. If you squeeze the sword harder, it will change back.

"This sword is called the Coiled Dragon Sword, not a dagger. The internal mechanism was made by the most famous swordsmith in the Eastern Kingdom. The guard said as he handed the Panlong Sword to Lan Zijin, who tried it, and it was really good.

"What's your name?"

"Chen, the compound surname is Duanmu, and the single name is a cold character."

Lan Zijin stood up and said, "Okay, without further ado, let's start right away." ”

The two are now in the courtyard, Duanmu Han is holding a long sword, and Lan Zijin is also holding his newly acquired weapon, and they have fought several times, all of which ended in Lan Zijin's defeat.

Lan Zijin knew that Duanmu Han didn't use all her strength, but she really didn't have any reservations.

The fierce battle lasted until the afternoon, and Lan Zijin tried his best to win a game.

I don't know when Dongfang Luoyu came, he stood aside and watched, but he admired Lan Zijin's strength to admit defeat.

"Duanmu, let the widow try." Hearing this, Duanmu Han handed the sword to Dongfang Luoyu and stepped aside. Lan Zijin was not timid, and said, "Okay, I'll try to see which of you two is more powerful." After saying that, he pointed to the sword and leaped over, Dongfang Luoyu saw her approaching, dodged sideways, looked back and picked off the coiling dragon sword in her hand, and then took her in his arms.

"I'm tired, take a break." With that, he carried her into the room.

"Why, I've been cultivating for so long, but I'm still not as good as those of you who haven't cultivated." Lan Zijin drank tea and asked aggrievedly.

"Haha, our usual practice can be regarded as cultivation, but it's just not on Taisheng Mountain. Although your swordsmanship is unpredictable, you always feel that something is missing, which makes your kung fu seem weak, and it is not very useful in actual combat. ”

"Hey, I know. But I just didn't understand the essence of this swordsmanship. ”

"Then why don't you change your swordsmanship and try your moves?"

When Lan Zijin heard this, he turned his head to look at Dongfang Luoyu and said, "That's right, since I can't understand the swordsmanship on the Taisheng Mountain, then change to learn the earthly swordsmanship, maybe it will be stronger than the current level." Lan Zijin put his arm around Dongfang Luoyu and said coquettishly: "Then you come to teach me." ”

"Okay."

For half a month in a row, thanks to Dongfang Luoyu's guidance, Lan Zijin made rapid progress, and he was already able to fight Duanmu Han for a few rounds.

Dongfang Luoyu couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, although Lan Zijin had failed to cultivate in the Holy Mountain, he was still far more talented and intelligent than ordinary people. He was very curious about what Taisheng Mountain looked like.

The surrounding master guards withdrew, Dongfang Luoyu was busy with the government and had no time to do it in the past few days, and he didn't come to guide her again, Lan Zijin made obvious progress, and even made Duanmu Han feel quite tricky a few times, if he didn't put all his might, he was afraid that he would be difficult to defeat her again.

When he was tired of practicing swordsmanship, Lan Zijin pulled Duanmu Han to drink together, but this tall and mighty Duanmu Han didn't smile, no matter how he teased him, he was like a wood, and he replied seriously.

The spring flowers have adapted to the climate and are already in full bloom. Lan Zijin looked at the gorgeous yellow and secretly gave up the path of the saint.