"I have seen him meet His Highness's maids. The candle flame shook suddenly, Zhao Qingyan came back to his senses, and his fingers tightened the barrel of the pen. Looking at the copy written on the table, Zhao Qingyan felt irritable for no reason, reached out and grabbed the rice paper into a ball, threw it away, took a few deep breaths, re-laid a piece of paper, absorbed the ink, and continued to copy.

"Even if someone secretly stumbles on you, with your ability to be a little prince of Qi, can you really be tripped up?"

"You are a fan of the authorities, and you are a bystander, and if you dare to think a little, you should know that someone must have secretly done something here. ”

"Solicit and avoid suspicion, little prince, you should be careful to pay attention to yourself. ”

"Ouyang Xiu's sudden departure is too strange, and it is very bad for you. ”

"It may be a surprise. ”

A person's voice kept ringing in his ears, and Zhao Qingyan shook his wrist and drew a large amount of ink marks on the rice paper. Zhao Qingyan put the pen aside, crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it away, lying on the table weakly, gasping for breath.

"Do you want to test it by Ying'er?" Zhao Qingyan murmured, his fingers clasped on the table and slowly contracted and curled up. He stared at the shadow of the candle flame flickering on the lampshade, and quickly denied his thoughts, "No, since they have already done it, I can't be easily tempted, and being suspected is even more passive." ”

"Young master, rest for a while and drink some soup. Jin'er walked in with a porcelain bowl, put it on the table, and looked at him strangely, "Why hasn't the young master written a word for a long time?"

Zhao Qingyan sighed lightly: "I'm in a bad mood, I can't write it." ”

Jin'er asked, "Then drink some soup and rest early, right?"

Zhao Qingyan took the bowl, opened the lid and looked at it: "Ginger soup?

Jin'er said: "It was the princess who said that the young master had been cold recently, so let all the soup at night be replaced with ginger soup to warm up the young master." ”

Zhao Qingyan sighed helplessly, and drank the ginger soup in one gulp: "There is too much warm soup, the ginger soup is hard to drink, let them make other ones for me in the future, don't listen to my mother, she will know the ginger soup." Although there were complaints, there was obviously not much reluctance, mostly helplessness.

Jin'er smiled lightly: "This is strange young master, no wonder the princess." You don't like sweet and greasy, and you don't want meat and greasy, what else can you do?"

Zhao Qingyan shrugged: "Then I don't drink ginger soup, it's so bad to die, I have to drink until I vomit when I drink medicine, and it's not good to drink some soup." Seriously, it's much better to drink two sips of wine than to drink a pot of ginger soup. ”

Jin'er pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't think about it, Young Master Jiu, the prince has been watching so closely lately, if you are discovered, we will definitely be scolded to death." ”

Zhao Qingyan took a sip of the teacup, as if he remembered something, took another sip, and asked, "By the way, how many clouds and mist are there in Lushan?"

Jin'er was stunned and said, "The young master doesn't drink green tea, and there isn't much, about eight taels?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded: "You find time to take a look, wrap it up for me, I'll be useful in a few days." ”

Jin'er said, "Oh, good. Does the young master need anything else, when will he rest today?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at the hourglass next to him: "In another hour, I want to rest later today." There's nothing going on here, you can just go and rest and come back when it's time to come. ”

Jin'er followed his gaze to the hourglass, and couldn't help but smile: "I've really watched it so many times and still think this hourglass is too powerful, ingenious." ”

Zhao Qingyan agreed: "Yes, although it is expensive to be one, it is indeed accurate, but unfortunately my father and the king don't like it." He gestured at the hourglass, which was less than a foot high, and said with a smile: "It's still a bit big, and the table is not suitable." At this hour, when the sand is full, I have to flip it, and I am always startled if I don't pay attention. ”

There are twelve scales on the side brackets of the hourglass, and a small piece of iron the size of a fingernail now rests on the second scale from top to bottom, which is the scale of the hour. The hourglass will automatically flip after an hour, and the small iron on the scale will rise from the bottom to the next level. When the hour passed, the little piece of iron would fall from the top of the scale, return to the lowest end, and rise again at the end of another hour.

Jin'er said: "The young master is just playful, and the bamboo garden is full of all kinds of organs. Where is it that we don't want to disturb you so we don't go into the bamboo garden? It's basically because we don't know where to lead you, and we have to get injured if a mechanism pops up nowhere, which is terrible. ”

Zhao Qingyan pointed to the hourglass and said, "This is all good things, you weren't full of praise just now? You can't start killing donkeys before you unload the mill, right?"

Jin'er chuckled: "Young master, just watch your precious organ continue to practice calligraphy, I'm going to withdraw, I'll help the young master back to the room to rest in a while." ”

Zhao Qingyan waved his hand and said, "Go quickly, take advantage of today's good spirits, don't affect my interest." He drove her away with a smile, his expression became calm, and he muttered, "Write a letter for help." After thinking for a moment, he took a stack of brand-new rice paper from the side, spread out one sheet, replaced the infrequently used Zihao pen placed on the bookshelf behind him, and changed the inkstone to one side, and studied another piece of ink. Zhao Qingyan groaned slightly, and began to write with a pen, the font was stiff and unaesthetic, and the only benefit was that it was easy to read.

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On the forest path, a gray-clothed young man walked slowly with a horse, carrying a long sword wrapped in strips of cloth on his back, and holding a piece of pancake in his hand to eat, looking particularly leisurely.

"Huashan Paimo doesn't stop coughing, right?" a voice sounded out of thin air.

Hearing this, the young man turned his head, looked at the black-robed man who appeared behind him in surprise, nodded, and said, "I am, is there something wrong with Your Excellency?"

The black-robed man said: "I have admired the name of the Xuanbing Sword for a long time, I don't know if I can try one or two with the next?"

Mo Zhi coughed slightly and asked, "You want to compete with me?"

The black-robed man nodded slightly, and said, "I'm just interested in Your Excellency's swordsmanship, and if it's inconvenient, I won't bother you." ”

Mo coughed and shrugged, and asked, "Is it just an ordinary competition? It doesn't hurt your life, right?" Slowly, he took off the sword behind his back and reached out to remove the strip of cloth.

Seeing that he agreed, the black-robed man clenched his fists slightly and said, "Thank you." With a touch of the tip of his right finger on his waist, a soft sword was taken into his hand.

Mo Zhi coughed and held his sword and hugged his fist, and after saluting, he stabbed with his sword. The three-foot Qingfeng is slightly cool, although the name is a sword, the sword body has only one side of the blade. The blade on the left is exceptionally sharp, while the blade on the right is a finger-thick blunt blade. Because of this, the sword stab must be offset, so that the opponent cannot see through the direction of the sword. This great disciple of the Huashan Sect has a self-contained swordsmanship, and he has made a lot of fame in the rivers and lakes with this strange Xuanbing Sword at a young age.

When the black-robed man saw the long sword attacking, he did not meet it, but withdrew and retreated, temporarily avoiding the edge. The soft sword in his hand was like a spirit snake driven by internal force, protecting all the flaws on his right side, and not attacking with a sword.

Mo Zhicough made thirteen moves in a row, all of which were easily dodged by the black-robed man, and a little surprise appeared in his eyes, and the sword momentum suddenly became a little more powerful. At the moment when he changed his move, the black-robed man's attitude of only dodging and not attacking suddenly changed, and with a finger pick, the soft sword stuck to the long sword that Mo Zhicough had withdrawn and stabbed Mo Zhicough's throat.

Fast, indescribably fast.

The soft sword move was pressing, and the internal force attached to it made Mo Zhicough have to deal with it with all his might. Mo Zhicough can be sure that this person's strength is definitely stronger than his own, and his eyes are fierce. Mo Zhicough rarely draws his sword because his sword is not an ordinary sword. Unusual swords, unusual swordsmanship, can only win with unusual.

Such a sword makes the opponent unable to see the sword momentum clearly, and he cannot understand the law of his sword, which is advantageous.

Such a sword requires a lot of wrist strength and internal strength from the user, which means that the speed of his attacks will be low, and the accuracy of his body movement will be reduced accordingly. This is a disadvantage, and a big disadvantage.

The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken. This sentence is obviously too full, but the truth is the last word.

The black-robed man recognized that he couldn't make quick moves, so his moves were quick and not useful for his moves. The real is empty, the virtual is real, and the response to Mo Zhicough soon showed flaws.

The black-robed man turned a blind eye to the flaws revealed by Mo Zhiqi's cough, and just blindly pressed with too fast sword moves. Such a move is either a lack of actual combat experience and a failure to grasp the opportunity, or a self-reliance on martial arts to play tricks on others. Mo Zhicough certainly wouldn't think he belonged to the former.

is young and vigorous, and he doesn't have time to think carefully in the fight. It was Mo Zhiqi who immediately drew his sword and retreated, his internal force operated, and his internal force was quickly injected into the Xuanbing Sword, and his face became serious.

The first sword, the black-robed man dodged sideways.

In the second sword, the black-robed man used the sword to remove his strength.

On the third sword, the black-robed man took a few steps under his feet, and turned behind Mo Zhicough, and the coolness of the sword blade had reached his neck.

Mo coughed instinctively waved his palm, and the palm of his hand was swallowed, and he hit something firmly.

The black-robed man choked and coughed, twisted his toes ten steps back, and spat out a small mouthful of blood.

"You ......" Mo Zhicough was a little stunned. He knew the power of that palm very well, and he knew even more that there was no rebound of internal force in the place where his palm hit just now, that is, the black-robed man was defenseless.

The black-robed man said at the beginning that he was learning swordsmanship, and he did not show murderous aura during the fight. And although Mo Zhicough's palm was unintentional, it really violated the original intention of the exchange, and could even hurt people's lives.

Mo Zhicough hurriedly lowered his sword, took two steps forward, hugged his fists and said, "I'm really sorry, I missed it, and I didn't intend to seriously injure Brother Tai." I don't know ......" remorseful in my heart. Today, I happened to see someone who was willing to learn, so I naturally agreed, but it turned out to be this kind of consequence.

The black-robed man took out the wound medicine from his arms and swallowed a few pills, and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury, just rest for a few days." After learning a few tricks with Mo Shaoxia and feeling Mo Shaoxia's unique swordsmanship, it was not in vain. Why don't you end it today, if you have a chance in the future, how about asking Shaoxia for advice?"

Mo Zhicough obviously didn't expect him to mind at all, and hurriedly said: "Today, the younger brother missed and injured the elder brother, and he was terrified." I don't know if the brother can tell his name, and the younger brother will come to the door to make amends in the future. ”

The black-robed man said lightly: "The young man is polite, the sword has no eyes, and injuries are common." Where did the reason for the blame come from to come to bother him? The young man does not have to worry about this. I think when we meet in the future, you can call me 'Shadow'." Leave. "Hug your fists and turn away.

"Shadow, which shadow?" Mo Zhicough looked at the shadow under his feet and smiled, "No? Maybe I heard it wrong. If there is really a time to meet in the future, it is good to ask. What a weirdo, well, awesome weirdo. ”

You can kill yourself in three moves, but you were slapped by your own unruly slap and suffered internal injuries, and you didn't care about it. This kind of person...... Mo cough is very interested.