The first thing that caught Du Chengfeng's attention was the short sword on his right hand.

It may not be accurate to say that it is a short sword, after all, this sword is not strictly shortsword-shaped, and the proportions between the hilt and the blade are more harmonious, and it looks more like a longsword with the same proportions - if any child wields it, I am afraid that it is extremely suitable, this small but delicate enough sword has a fatal attraction to any young child.

"It's still a blade......

Du Chengfeng, who drew the sword out of the sheath, looked at the edge of the little sword and couldn't help but shake his head again and again.

This kind of sharp toy is still too dangerous for young children.

It's still more suitable for adults like him to play.

By the moonlight outside the house, Du Chengfeng casually threw out a few sword flowers, the small sword in his hand has an amazing center of gravity distribution, and it is extremely smooth to wield, just like an extension of an arm - if he can get this kind of good thing when he is young, I am afraid that not all the weeds in a radius of a mile will be cut clean by him, and even the green belt on the side of the road will suffer.

But in addition to entertainment, Du Chengfeng suddenly felt that something was wrong.

There was a slight sinister aura on this little sword like a child's toy.

"Killed?"

Du Chengfeng was stunned, and simply felt the whetstone in his arms.

Anyway, he's here to do this this time, and it's easy to sharpen this little sword now.

So after simply wiping the edge, Du Chengfeng simply sat in front of the desk and sharpened his sword.

The dust hides the past, and the blade records the past.

With the polishing, Du Chengfeng gradually learned the story of this little sword.

As Du Chengfeng expected, this small sword with excellent feel is really made by a famous craftsman, the blacksmith of the palace personally created the sword body, and the best craftsmanship carved out the decoration of the small sword, this sword did not use mundane things such as gold and silver, but chose a more solemn copper and iron, which makes the small sword look more like a practical weapon, rather than some bells and whistles toy.

And after all this was done, the little sword was sent to a child named Chen Yu.

When the child picked up the sword, Du Chengfeng already knew that this sword was tailor-made for the child.

It turned out that this kind of sharp and dangerous toy was really not suitable for children to play with, at least after getting this sword, this child named Chen Yu made the same choice as Du Chengfeng - so the gardens in the palace suffered, all kinds of flowers and trees were cut to the ground, and there were messy traces of sword chopping everywhere.

However, even if the child was so mischievous, no one could stop him.

After all, this child named Chen Yu is the eldest son of Emperor Da Chen, and he is also the noble prince of this Da Chen country.

The maids and eunuchs could not discipline him, even if they were older, but they did not dare to discipline His Royal Highness the Prince, and those palace guards did not dare to stop him, no matter how powerful they were, they did not dare to take the blade from the hands of His Royal Highness the Prince.

There is only one person who can discipline His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

That is the father of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

After learning about the troubles that Chen Yu had broken through, the emperor at that time did not get angry, nor did he blame the young Chen Yu, but just called the young Chen Yu over, along with the maids, eunuchs, and even the guards.

"I heard that you cut down all the flowers and plants in the Imperial Garden."

The emperor smiled and looked at Chen Yu, who was wearing a sword at his waist.

"Are you practicing how to use a sword?"

"The child has already learned swordsmanship from the masters!"

The young Chen Yu looked proud.

"How about it, father, the child's swordsmanship is not bad!"

"No, it's still a little bit off."

The Emperor shook his head, and then asked Chen Yu to draw the small sword.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned down, held Chen Yu's hand, and stabbed the small sword into the chest of a eunuch.

"Remember? That's how the sword is used. ”

Saying this, the emperor continued to take Chen Yu, who was already frightened and stiffened, and stabbed him one by one.

On that day, all the maids, eunuchs, and even guards in the prince's mansion were all killed by this small sword on the charge of dereliction of duty, and this small sword was also stained with blood that could not be erased no matter what.

Since then, Chen Yu has never worn this small sword again, only occasionally taking it out to look at it and reminisce about his lost childhood.

And with the passage of time, this child named Chen Yu has gradually grown up, and this Chen Yu's face has gradually overlapped with the young face in Du Chengfeng's impression.

"This Emperor Nanchen actually received such an education......"

Du Chengfeng, who came back to his senses, looked at the small sword in his hand and was speechless for a long time.

Is it to train children to be ruthless? Or is it to warn children to follow the rules? Or is it just like the old emperor in that memory said, just to let the child master the real killing feeling?

No matter what the purpose is, this kind of education is a bit too outrageous, using 100 lives as props, but just to make children have a long memory.

It's also too ......

"No wonder this Emperor Nanchen didn't look right before."

Recalling the way he saw the young emperor before, and then thinking about the other party's deviant performance, combined with what he had just seen when he sharpened his sword, Du Chengfeng vaguely understood something.

When he was a child, he lived under such high pressure, and even when he was not even high on the wheel, he had already seen hundreds of and ten lives die in front of his eyes, and even killed by his own hands, so it is difficult to say how normal the spirit of this kind of person is.

What the old emperor did was nothing to educate at all, and letting young children see such brutal acts would only force people into mental illness.

"But I should be in the right place."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng looked at the remaining two swords.

Obviously, these two swords are also the things left by Na Chen Yu, or the young emperor, and unlike the small sword that was abandoned early, on these two swords, I am afraid that the real secret of the Nan Chen Emperor is hidden.

After thinking for a while, Du Chengfeng first picked up the knife from the table.

The knife is a ring-headed knife, which also looks quite delicate, but what Du Chengfeng cares about the most is that the length of this knife is obviously not quite right - obviously, even if he gives up the small sword, Chen Yu, as the prince, must have a device that can be used to practice martial arts.

So, the craftsmen tailor-made this ring knife for it.

"And then? What did this Emperor Nanchen do later? ”

Feeling the evil aura on the blade, Du Chengfeng took a deep breath and put the ring head knife on the whetstone.

When the gag arrived, I hurried to squint for a while, and I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes.

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I hurriedly went to bed, working overtime for two days in a row, and I must have a break for two shifts tonight, everyone will see you in the evening.

(End of chapter)