When Meng Ran heard Zhu Wuchang's second invitation, he responded very heartily: "So I don't dare to ask for it." ”

When the words fell, Meng Ran threw the Chungui knife in his hand to Zhu Wuchang, and then said to Zhu Laoer: "Second Uncle Zhu, borrow your saber." ”

Zhu Lao Er took off his waist knife and handed it to Meng Ran casually.

Meng Ran borrowed the knife with both hands and stood intently.

Zhu Wuchang looked at the treasure knife in his arms with a confused expression, and then looked at Meng Ran, who was looking at the battle, and asked in a strange tone: "Little Brother Meng, what do you mean by this?

Meng Ran hurriedly shook his head and explained: "Brother Zhu misunderstood, junior brother didn't have this intention, I just wanted to try my true strength, after all, there are countless divine weapons on the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid that one day I will also encounter a treasure knife that sharpens iron like clay, so I want to feel it in advance." ”

When Zhu Wuchang heard this explanation, his face returned to normal, and he slowly pulled out the Chungui knife, abandoned the scabbard on the ground, and pointed at the ground with the knife, which was quite a big demeanor.

Meng Ran was also holding a long knife, the blade of which was pointed obliquely at the ground, looking relaxed.

The dust had fallen, everyone was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two young people in the field.

One is Zhu Wuchang, a young swordsman from Jiangnan West Road, who has a family history, and has been told by his father and uncle since he was a child, and he has also walked on the rivers and lakes for a period of time, and has rich experience.

The other is Meng Ran, a scholar from the scholarly family, who has been practicing martial arts for a short time, has no cultivation and treasure swords, has zero experience, and has not suffered any big hardships.

Now Meng Ran actually took the initiative to hand over the sword to the opponent to use, in this battle, who wins and who loses, everyone has a certain number in their hearts.

Even Geng Huyuan, who was in the carriage, was quite interested, lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked at the two young people in the field carefully.

Meng Ran stared at Zhu Wuchang's every move, although his face was calm as usual, he was a little excited in his heart.

After all, Zhu Wuchang was Meng Ran's first opponent after entering the fourth rank of martial arts, and he was also his first real opponent after he realized the Broken Water Flow Sword Technique.

After the two young men looked at each other for a few breaths, Meng Ran took the lead in stabbing out, he planned to try Zhu Wuchang's knife technique first, and if he was defeated, he would use his secret knife technique to cut off the flow of water.

After a low roar, Meng Ran jumped up from the spot like a goshawk, the long knife in his hand swung out like lightning, and Zhu Wuchang waved the knife with a solemn face to block.

The two of you went back and forth, and the fight was very lively.

Several onlookers saw the two young people fighting like this, and they all bowed their heads slightly, expressing satisfaction with their performance.

Although Meng Ran has had several fighting experiences, he is not as experienced as Zhu Wuchang, who has walked the rivers and lakes.

After a short time, Meng Ran had gradually declined, and there was no more rain of knives at the beginning.

Zhu Wuchang's spirit perked up, and the thunderous swift and violent knife momentum swung towards Meng Ran, who could only move left and right to avoid confronting him head-on.

After more than a dozen moves, Zhu Wuchang, who had no achievements, put away his knife and stood up, and said helplessly: "Little Brother Meng, the two of us are competing in martial arts, you don't just care about dodging, it's meaningless." ”

Meng Ran smiled and replied, "Okay, I'm going to be serious, please give me advice from Brother Zhu." ”

When the words fell, Meng Ran's wrist flicked, and the long knife danced a knife flower in the air, only to hear a long howl from his mouth, he had already performed the knife technique he had realized ---- cut off the flow of water.

The fine and dense knife momentum attacked towards Zhu Wuchang, as dense as the flow of water, as if it could really cut off the flow of water.

Zhu Wuchang saw Meng Ran change his knife posture, but he didn't care about it at first, and he looked down on the soft-looking knife technique in his heart.

After a few rounds of fighting, Zhu Wuchang felt the mastery of Meng Ran's knife technique.

The dense and soft and continuous knife momentum made Zhu Wuchang, who took the fierce and fast route, a little uncomfortable, and after the tricky was defeated.

After making such a few moves, Meng Ran swung out a sharp and sharp knife according to the wisp of sword intent he had realized earlier, as if he really wanted to cut off the invisible flow of water in front of him.

At the same time, Zhu Wuchang swung a knife according to his own instinct, which happened to collide with the long knife swung by Meng Ran.

Hearing only the sound of 'click', the long knife in Meng Ran's hand was already broken, and the Chungui knife in Zhu Wuchang's hand slashed diagonally towards Meng Ran's chest.

Zhu Laoer, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was about to come to the rescue, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that the wordless swordsman surnamed Lin pulled out the long knife on his waist and blocked the Chungui knife that was advancing from Wuzi in a treacherous way.

With a 'dang' sound, Zhu Wuchang, who couldn't hold the long knife in his hand, quietly let go, and the Chungui knife fell to the ground, smashing out a dirt pit.

After Zhu Wuchang came back to his senses, he looked at the swordsman surnamed Lin with a look of surprise, and asked in a trembling voice, "What did the predecessor use just now was the sword drawing technique?"

The swordsman surnamed Lin had already returned to the sheath and nodded lightly.

Zhu Wuchang continued to ask, but was stopped by his uncle, and Zhu Lao Er signaled his nephew not to say much.

Meng Ran didn't notice the strangeness in the field, he only blamed himself, he put the half-handled long knife in his hand into the sheath, looked at Zhu Lao Er with regret, and said: "Second Uncle Zhu, I'm really sorry, your saber is also broken, and when you get to Tongli Ancient Town, I will definitely buy you one." ”

Zhu Lao Er shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and said in a deep voice: "The knife is a trivial matter, I just think that your knife technique is soft and delicate, I don't know which school you are from?"

Perhaps because he felt that his problem was too abrupt, Zhu Lao Er added another sentence and said, "If it is inconvenient to say it, you don't need to say more." ”

Meng Ran was just about to answer, but was preempted by Hua Rong on the side, Hua Rong said softly: "Childe's sword learning is from Senior Li. Senior Li is a master of swordsmanship in the north, and now lives in seclusion in Jiangnan Province, and has become the master of the son's sword technique by chance. ”

After listening to this reasonable answer, Zhu Lao Er nodded and said, "I think so, after all, Junior Brother Meng is still young, so he will not create such a sharp knife technique." ”

Meng Ran smiled shyly and did not pursue Hua Rong's lies.

Zhu Wuchang arched his hand at Meng Ran and said, "Little Brother Meng's knife skills are good, Zhu Wuchang is willing to bow down, and we will learn again in the future." ”

Meng Ran agreed: "Then it's a word." ”

Zhu Wuchang picked up the treasure knife on the ground and handed it to Meng Ran very politely.

Then Zhu's uncle and nephew said goodbye to the people of Mengfu, saying that they were going to visit a friend, and the two sides agreed to meet under the Ji family ring early the next morning.

......

The capital, in the palace city, in the Yiyue Palace.

After Princess Yongle Liang Bingyue left, the palace maid in the palace was not called by the master, and was still standing under the eaves.

Zhang Xiuning, who was as light and godless as a puppet, slowly put the ancient book in his hand and sat silently.

After a long time, Zhang Zhaoyi, whose beautiful name and surname was cold, slowly got up, slowly walked to his bedroom, and opened an ordinary-looking wooden box in front of the dresser, only to see that it was empty, only a cloud of condensed ashes.

The woman smiled sadly at the ashes, and said with great sorrow: "It's been eighteen years, I should also let go, even if I don't think about myself, I have to think about Yue'er."

I've been selfish for more than ten years, I can't be selfish anymore, Yue'er has her own way, I can't delay her because of my own affairs.

I was pregnant for ten months, and I didn't seem to have done anything for her, but now that I finally have a chance, I naturally can't hide behind and ignore it. ”

The woman whispered to the empty wooden box for a long time, and the tears on her cheeks flowed uninterruptedly.

Zhang Xiuning closed the wooden box and threw it on the ground, and then called Gong E, who was guarding outside the hall, and instructed Gong E to dispose of the wooden box.

Gong E was slightly stunned, unable to believe her ears.

Although the wooden box on the ground is ordinary, it is regarded as a treasure by its own master, and outsiders are never allowed to touch it.

Gong E clearly remembers that a few years ago, a female official who did not know the importance of her identity moved this wooden box, and Zhang Zhaoyi, who never showed her dew, was furious, and then the female official disappeared and never appeared in the eyes of the world again.

Since then, all the palace ladies in the Yiyue Hall have changed.

Zhang Xiuning frowned slightly when she saw Gong E, but she understood her thoughts in an instant, and said lightly: "Go and deal with it, find a place to bury or burn it, I don't want to see this thing again." ”

Gong E bowed, picked up the wooden box on the ground and walked out of the palace.

When Gong'e returned to the dormitory, she didn't see her master, but only saw a new letter on the dresser.

Gong E panicked and ran towards the outside of the hall, hoping that what she had guessed had not happened.

It's a pity that after searching all over the Yiyue Hall of Nuoda, he still couldn't find his master.

The news soon reached the emperor's ears.

So, on this very sad day for the emperor, he once again set foot in the Yiyue Palace, which had been absent for more than ten years.

In the dormitory, His Majesty the Emperor looked at the decorations with a sigh of embarrassment, and his eyes were full of memories and warmth.

This was his favorite place to come, he liked the simple and elegant layout of the hall, and he also liked Zhang Zhaoyi's light and unflattering temperament.

It's just because of that old thing, because of that portrait, that heart full of appreciation and love has an extra thorn that can no longer be pulled out.

Since then, the emperor has never come to the Xingyi Moon Palace.

The emperor retracted his gaze and asked, "How many palace people are there in this Yiyue Palace?"

Gong E replied respectfully: "Back to Your Majesty, there are three palace people in Yiyue Palace. Two palace ladies and one chamberlain. ”

The emperor subconsciously frowned, and asked with a chill in his voice: "There are only three palace people in the Yiyue Hall of Nuoda?

Gong E was so frightened that she fell to the ground, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Yu Chaoen said softly: "Your Majesty, the Yiyue Hall was originally equipped with fourteen palace ladies and six chamberlains, which should be twenty in total. It's just that Zhang Zhaoyi has a light temperament and doesn't like to be noisy, so only three people are left for him to drive. ”

The emperor rubbed the corners of his sour eyes and asked Gong E, "How many people still know about this?"

Gong E raised her head slightly, and replied respectfully: "The slave and maid know the severity, so they don't dare to make a noise, and now only the slave and maid and Mama Zhang of the palace bureau, as well as the Shen Gonggong of the Inner Servant Province, knows." ”

The Emperor glanced at Yu Chaoen, who nodded slightly.

Liang Heng sighed faintly and said: "You did a good job, just stay here and continue to do things, if someone comes to ask, just say that Zhang Zhaoyi is infected with a bad disease and can't see guests, and the rest don't need to be bothered." ”

Gong E, who picked up a life because of prudence, replied respectfully: "The slave obeys the order." ”

Subsequently, the emperor left the Yiyue Hall with Yu Chaoen.

In this late autumn that is not too cold, there are two more innocent souls in Miyagi.