Feng Shuiqing looked at the cold swords on the ground, some were long, some were short, some were wide, some were narrow, and he exclaimed in surprise.
"I'll teach you how to practice swordsmanship."
Hyunchen Mandrill repeated patiently.
Seeing that his expression was serious and there was no room for objection, she had no choice but to squat down and choose a sword of moderate size, holding it in her hand and weighing it.
The hilt of the sword is cold, and the hands are rough.
What kind of drama is the Demon King singing?
Does this ghost man have water in his head?!
"Why do you need to learn swordsmanship?!"
Feng Shui Qing couldn't bear to dig deeper.
Not to mention that she has never been exposed to swordsmanship and martial arts, she is not even interested in martial arts competitions!
Obviously food is the joy of the world!
I don’t want to learn the sword! I don’t want to learn!
Yuan Chen pulled out the sword from his waist and said firmly: "There is no reason, you must learn."
As he finished speaking, he ignored the little girl's increasingly darkened face and raised his sword to stab her straight as an example.
"The most important thing in swordsmanship is speed. This move is a straight thrust. There is no skill required. Just practice and speed up. It is the best for beginners. Come on! You do it." Five
Feng Shui Qing followed the instructions.
Although she chose a dagger that suited her body shape, the thing in her hand was still heavy!
After stabbing her for only a dozen times, she felt as if her arm had been filled with vinegar! It was unbearably sore and swollen.
"Keep moving! Don't stop!"
Hyunchen Mandrill used the scabbard to lift up her slender arm that was crumbling, and was extremely stern.
"King of Demons! I don't want to practice sword practice!"
"You have to practice even if you don't want to!"
Feng Shuiqing stabbed me obediently for another twenty times, feeling more and more aggrieved!
He simply threw away his sword, crossed his chest and stamped his feet, and started to show off his temper, "I haven't eaten yet! I'm very hungry! I don't want to practice!"
"good."
Xuanchen Mandrill sheathed his sword and responded in a low voice.
Then he quickly stepped forward and pinned her down with his legs! He quickly caught her with both hands.
"Then let's practice hand-to-hand wrestling."
The man was so fast that Feng Shui Qing had no time to react!
One second he was still standing, but now he lost his balance and fell into the devil's arms!
Although there was no danger, this sudden "attack" still frightened her little heart so much that it beat wildly!
I raised my eyes to meet the sharp and serious eyes of Hyun Chen Mandrill! The grievances in my heart instantly surged out!
Last night was fine!
What's going on now!
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became! Feng Shui Qing's nose felt sour, and tears fell from his eyes.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Why are you crying?!"
Yuan Chen's heart suddenly softened, and he quickly lifted her up and held her in his arms, "Then have breakfast first, and then practice after eating. Don't cry."
"Why are you practicing! Wuwuwu..." Feng Shuiqing cried even harder, "I'm not going to the battlefield to kill the enemy! Why should I practice martial arts and sword practice! Wuwuwu... I don't practice!!!"
"Why……"
Hyunchen Mandrill sighed softly and hurriedly wiped her tears.
Look at the little girl crying so much that even the tip of her nose turns crimson, and her tone softens:
"As for Fang Yongnan, if you know some kung fu, you can knock him down. When Lin Hong catches him, you can also raise your sword and kill him on the spot. It's precisely because you don't know how to do it that you can't protect yourself."
"Can……"
The devil is right, but...
"Aren't you by my side? And my eldest brother, Blade Blood Ling Ao! I just need to be obedient and not run around from now on!"
Hearing this, Xuanchen Mandrill's eyes dimmed instantly, "There will always be times when we are not by your side. Even I cannot guard you all the time."
Xiao Tiantian's urgent voice suddenly sounded: "Host! His darkest energy has begun to... increase... to strengthen..."
Feng Shuiqing's heart trembled.
The Demon King may be afraid that he cannot deal with the darkest energy! So...
Are you afraid that I won’t be able to protect myself if he fails?
"Okay!" She happily agreed, wiping her tears with her sleeves, picking up the sword and continuing to practice, "Isn't it just practicing swordsmanship? Look at me turning into a female swordsman! You will be defeated! Hey! Ha! Hey! Ha!"
But in my heart, I felt a little regretful for having played a small role with him just now...
The Demon King was unable to confess the matter of the darkest energy due to threats!
Uh... I was hungry just now! I couldn't think clearly either! Hehehehe...
But... if I can practice my sword well, I can help him deal with that scary thing!
Look, my sword is also very powerful!
Hahaha! I didn’t expect that I am quite talented!
Seeing that the little girl can figure it out and change quickly enough.
Yuan Chendrill felt deeply relieved but even more bitter. He was afraid that she would see the flaw, so he had to quickly gather his thoughts and start practicing with her with his sword.
Ever since, the following days.
The lights of swords and shadows in Lanting Pavilion are clanging day by day.
Suddenly, Feng Lushan thought it was Feng Shui Jun returning from the battle! He ran over and saw that it was his daughter who was practicing swordplay with His Highness the Ninth Prince!
I was shocked and worried.
This is so clear!
There are always some weird ideas in your little head!
Why are you obsessed with sword training again? Hey...
Now, early spring has arrived.
The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
It snowed all night last night, and the snow in the courtyard of Lanting Pavilion has not yet been swept away.
Feng Shui Qing had already started practicing sword practice in full swing in the courtyard.
The white snow covering the ground was firmly trampled by her, and was thinly embedded on the blue bricks.
The sharp edge flashes with cold light, and the slender arms are graceful.
The sword dance moves became faster and faster! It was like a silver dragon flying around her, surrounding her!
Today, the mandrill still comes before the sun rises.
As soon as he stepped into the gate of Lanting Pavilion, he saw such a beautiful picture of strength and softness.
The sea of heart suddenly set off a violent storm, which could not be calmed down for a long time.
My little girl...
Always so beautiful and very diligent.
"Tick tock...tick tock..."
A few drops of dazzling scarlet dripped from Feng Shuiqing's palm, like a rain of tens of thousands of needles shooting towards the mandrill! It pierced the heart through the eyes!
He strode forward, threw away the sword in her hand, held her bleeding little hands in his arms, and frowned so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.
Her hands are always so white and soft.
And now...
Cold skin, chapped skin, pale calluses!
There was even a trace of blood running down the palm of my hand...although it was neither deep nor long.
But in Hyunchen Mandrill's view, the scars are like plum blossom branches after the petals have withered.
It makes people's eyes sore.
He was speechless, just silently picked her up and went back to the house to give her medicine.
After the bandaging was completed, Feng Shuiqing insisted on continuing to practice, but was pulled back into his arms by the devil.
"I won't practice anymore. I won't practice again."
"Why is this?!"
She raised her head and could only see his white and slightly trembling Adam's apple, "I have mastered many kinds of sword skills now! The straight thrust is getting faster and faster! This small injury will be healed in two days!"
The Demon King was not in a hurry to answer, but seemed to be calming down.
After a long while, a soft voice came over her head: "A girl's hands can be used to decorate hairpins, write, or play the piano. I am the only one who allows you to practice swordsmanship. Xiaoqing, I'm sorry... I won't practice anymore, and I won't practice anymore in the future."
.”
"That……"
Feng Shuiqing gently tapped his Adam's apple with her finger, "Then you teach me martial arts? Or Qinggong? Flying around is quite fun hehehe..."
"No……"
Hyunchen Mandrill lowered his head and kissed her rosy cheek, "Those are too hard, and you can't do them without breaking your muscles and bones. I won't force you to practice those anymore, and I won't do them again."
Because I...
I've thought of other ways.
My little girl...
It's my fault for making you suffer.
He was thinking silently in his heart, but he looked at the little girl in his arms, whose face was full of regret, and raised his hand in front of his eyes, looking left and right.
"I'm quite interested in practicing as I practice! If I don't practice... wouldn't all this month's hardships be in vain?"
After finishing speaking, Feng Shui Qing was touched on the tip of his nose.
She looked at Hyun Chen and saw that his handsome jade face was getting closer and closer to her...
It wasn't until his lips touched the tip of his own lips that he exhaled warm breath:
"Now I'll give you something sweet to eat."
The gentle and soft kiss came continuously, and it was so soft.
It's just like what the devil said...
The sweetness is mesmerizing.
Feng Shuiqing's little face turned red from being kissed, and she seemed to never be able to get enough of the man's scent.
She raised her arms and put them on his broad shoulders, her body was so limp that she couldn't exert any strength.
Endless kisses left both of them blushing and panting.
It wasn't until Pei Gaotong's voice came in from the door that they reluctantly left each other's lips.
"Your Highness, the Emperor has urgently summoned you to the palace."
Hyunchen Mandrill was still looking directly at the little man in his arms with his face covered with red clouds, his eyes blurred: "I know."
Seeing that he was about to kiss him again, Feng Shuiqing held the devil's face and said, "Hurry up and enter the palace...the emperor wants to see you."
"I haven't kissed you enough." His voice became softer.
"Ouch! Let's go, let's go!"
She hurriedly escaped from the devil's arms and pushed him out of the door, her face turning even redder.
After Xuanchen Mandrill left, Feng Shuiqing finished her meal and lingered for a long time next to the dagger lying on the ground with her hands behind her back.
Finally, he bent down and picked up the sword.
…
The inner room of the Golden Dragon Palace.
Xun Rui, who was leaning in front of the desk to read the memorial, pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to relieve the growing dizziness.
"My sons, please see your father."
Seeing Chen Chen enter, he calmed down and handed over the memorial in his hand, "Chen Zhu, look at this."
There are threats and intimidations throughout the article, and there are even some disrespectful words, which are full of arrogance!
"What are your plans?"
Xuan Chen closed the folded child and asked his father, who was holding his forehead.
"Hey... Mingyou Kingdom is true and arrogant to the extreme! If we hadn't lost most of our troops in the battle with Dongchang Kingdom, I wouldn't be so constrained... So I'm calling you here..."
Yuan Chen put the memorial fold back on the table, put his fingers together and tapped on the fold, "I have my own solution for this matter, so you don't have to worry. It's just that... I have something to ask of you today."
Yun Rui's eyes were stern, and she looked at her son with an even gentler gaze, "After all, Jingshu is involved, and I originally planned to leave the queen to your disposal. If you have anything to do, it's okay to say so."
After receiving the permission, Xuan Chen dropped his robe and knelt on the ground, his chest proudly erect and his eyes filled with perseverance.