Jingjian taught Xiao Yuhuan to practice swords very carefully, and every move and style were all strictly required, not only the moves but also the strength, almost to the point of nitpicking, and there could not be a small mistake.

Xiao Yuhuan is determined to practice his sword well.

Although he was aggrieved and unconvinced by Jingjian's prick, he still did it obediently.

And secretly swore that when his martial arts surpassed Jingjian, he would beat Jingjian all over the ground to find his teeth and kneel on the ground to beg for mercy!

As soon as he thought of that picture, he couldn't help but steal fun, but he didn't dare to show it.

Jing Jian took in his son's expression, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and patted his son's shoulder vigorously, revealing a playful look in his eyes, but his tone was very indifferent: "The emperor is doing well today, continue to maintain it." ”

The four words of good performance made Xiao Yuhuan's thin chest, which was originally knocked down, stand up, and hummed proudly: "I am the emperor, and my performance will naturally not be bad!" ”

Jing Jian hooked the corners of his lips and nodded in response: "Yes." ”

Xiao Yuhuan's eyes widened in astonishment, and after a while, he muttered in disbelief: "Master, you just ...... Is it a laugh? ”

Jingjian has always been a stern to cold person, expressionless all day long, and his eyes are sharp, which makes people feel chills in his heart, but he seems to have really seen Jingjian smile just now.

Jing Jian's eyes flashed slightly, the smile on his face disappeared, and he said lightly: "My subordinates didn't laugh, the emperor made a mistake, you continue to swing your sword." ”

Swinging the sword is the basis of sword practice, and when he first learned the sword, his master also asked him to swing the sword every day, and it was especially important to swing it for two hours to exercise his arm strength and ability to control the sword.

Xiao Yuhuan pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice: "I can't be mistaken, you just laughed." ”

Jingjian didn't argue with his son, turned around and found a place to sit and drink tea, but his eyes kept falling on his son.

Being stared at by Jing Jian, Xiao Yuhuan didn't dare to relax, and he didn't want to admit it, even if his arm was so sore that he could barely lift it, he still gritted his teeth and waved the hilt of the sword, swinging the sword out and taking it back again and again according to the move Jing Jian just said.

When Su Chengxi came over.

Seeing this scene, he raised his eyebrows and walked towards Jingjian, Jingjian immediately stood up and saluted, Su Chengxi turned around and sat down, waved his hand indifferently and said, "You're welcome, sit down!" How is the emperor's martial arts practice today? ”

"The Queen Mother, very good."

Although Su Chengxi politely asked him to sit, he understood the rules, so he stood aside and replied seriously: "Although the emperor is young, he is extremely persevering, and as long as he decides, he can insist on doing it well, which makes his subordinates quite appreciative." ”

"Oh?"

When Su Chengxi heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up, his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, and he said proudly: "The emperor is really worthy of being born to the first emperor and the mourning family, and he has a good heart, you have to pay more attention to the emperor in the future." ”

"Yes, my subordinates know."

Jing Jian looked at Su Chengxi's proud appearance, his heart was soft, his eyes became much softer, and after thinking about it, he asked in a low voice: "My subordinates heard that the Queen Mother has been looking for a knowledgeable master for the emperor during this time?" ”

Su Chengxi nodded, wrinkled his brows with some annoyance, and said: "The original intention of the mourning family was to invite Mo Lao to go out of the mountain to teach the emperor, but they sent people to find Mo Lao's seclusion but found nothing, I don't know what tricks the Jing guards have?" ”

Mo Lao Mo Rufeng is a veteran of the Three Dynasties, and he is now an eighty-five-year-old man.

Before returning to his hometown, he paid homage to the prime minister, but because of the suspicion of the first emperor's father, he had to return to his hometown in advance, and now where he is, Su Chengxi doesn't know, after all, in the original text, this old Mo who is rich and rich only appears in other people's memories.

Jing Jian raised his eyebrows, and after a moment of silence, he said lightly: "This matter, my subordinates can handle it." ”