Chapter 211 Sword Dance Under the Flowers

As the sun sets over the western mountains, the bright red sunset coats the yellow glazed tiles with a layer of golden light, making the pavilions and pavilions in the capital look very majestic.

After Pei Mo finished drinking, he was about to say goodbye to King Yi and reply, but Fang Anren reluctantly wanted to follow him back to the general's mansion.

King Yi waved his hand and let them go.

Originally he wanted to go straight back home, but on the way Pei Mo saw Shufangzhai open on Zhengyang Street. He wanted to buy some cakes and go back to give Murong Qing a toothpaste as a gift, so he went forward and lined up.

Fang Anren, who was watching on the sidelines, was stunned. Who would have thought that General Zhenguo, who was so frightened by foreign enemies, would one day personally line up in a long line to buy cakes for his wife?

Not long after, the two returned to the General's Mansion. Murong Qing took the cakes and smiled with crooked eyebrows, as if the light from the sky was condensed in his smile. Fang Anren seemed to understand why Pei Mo was willing to queue for half an hour to buy cakes.

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"Brother Pei, come and let's have a good drink. My dad is standing by and I can't even get a word in!"

Fang Anren walked into the backyard of the general's mansion with the wine in hand. There was a magnolia tree growing in the backyard, and the tree was covered with budding flowers.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance floating in the breeze, and the freshness that greeted you was refreshing. Fang Anren said in surprise, "Wow! When did the flower buds grow? There were none when I came here last time."

Murong Qing explained, "The flower buds were formed at the beginning of the month. Maybe it was because the weather was hot. The Xinyi flower trees were covered with flower buds overnight. It was only when I got up during the day that I saw them. It's really magical!"

Pei Mo nodded, "This Xinyi flower tree has bloomed for the first time since I moved into the General's Mansion. It's a good sign. Why don't we have a drink under this Xinyi flower tree."

"Brother Pei, I still remember the ten steps of swordsmanship you taught me before. How about I dance it for you so that you can give me some pointers."

I don't know if he was drunk, but Fang Anren picked up the wooden sword in the corner and started practicing his sword skills as if there was no one around.

As soon as something related to martial arts was mentioned, Murong Qing's eyes lit up and he stopped eating pastries. He stared at Fang Anren with burning eyes and even clapped his hands and cheered when he saw something exciting.

Pei Mo saw her staring at Fang Anren intently, and his jealousy suddenly overturned. Why didn't he see her cheering when he practiced sword practice?

In fact, it was Pei Mo who woke up early, and Murong Qing woke up only after finishing sword practice, so she can't blame her for staring at Fang Anren.

Thinking like this, Pei Mo felt that the wine in the bowl was no longer fragrant. It seemed necessary to teach Fang Anren what the real ten-step sword technique was.

"Come here, bring two swords."

Pei Mo threw a sword to Fang Anren, as if he was not convinced by anyone, and said, "Come on, let's squaring off!"

Fang Anren got what he asked for, "Okay, brother Pei, don't give in to me just because I'm young, maybe my swordsmanship is better than yours!"

The two men faced each other with swords. Both of them had been on the battlefield and killed enemies. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the courtyard became tense. Murong Qing felt that it was not easy, so he tactfully ran to the corner to watch the battle, so as not to be hurt by their sword energy.

Sooner or later, Fang Anren struck first, stabbing Pei Mo with a long sword. Pei Mo blocked with his sword, and the two swords were hand-to-hand. The two carefully forged swords buzzed together, like the horn of a charge, and like a battlefield.

The war drums were beating, and after a few moves, no one was left behind.

The two figures were as graceful as a giant and as graceful as a swimming dragon. It seemed impossible to tell the winner, but if you look carefully, you would find that Pei Mo was holding the sword in his left hand and his right hand was always behind his back.

In an instant, Pei Mo saw the flaw in Fang Anren's footsteps, smiled, turned sideways to avoid the stabbing sword, and hit Fang Anren hard on the stomach with the hilt of the knife in his backhand!

The victory has been decided.

"pain……"

Fang Anren fell to the ground on his back, holding his stomach and groaning, "Brother Pei is so cruel!"

Pei Mo smiled like a cunning fox, "I agree. It seems that your swordsmanship is still a little behind."

Murong Qing, who was feasting his eyes on it, clapped his hands and opened his mouth wide enough to put down an egg, "The general is so powerful!"

After hearing this, Pei Mo sheathed his sword and felt happy, but his face looked calm and calm. He clenched his hands into fists and put them to his mouth to pretend to cough, but he could hardly hide the raised corners of his mouth.

"General, please teach me, I want to learn this skill too!"

Murong Qing ran over and held Pei Mo's hand and begged, the envy in his eyes almost overflowing.

Pei Mo was in a good mood and rarely nodded in agreement, "I'll just teach you as my husband."

"Very good!"

Murong Qing was so happy that he jumped up and ran to grab the sword from Fang Anren's hand.

Pei Mo frowned and said, "I don't want this sword. It's heavy. This peach wood sword is suitable."

"Okay, okay."

Murong Qing took the wooden sword, as long as he could practice martial arts, it didn't matter what sword he got.

Fang Anren, who was lying on the ground, was about to cry and looked at the couple who were no one around, shouting in his heart, who will take care of it! Forget it if no one helps him up, but also snatch his sword, forget it, but also snatch his sword.

Do you think his sword is heavy?

The distressed Fang Anren stood up like a carp, patted the dirt on his back, and sat alone watching them practice swordsmanship.

The pink flower buds are hidden among the green leaves. Under the tree, Pei Mo's face is like a crown of jade. Murong Qingren is more delicate than the flowers. Pei Mo holds her hand and explains the sword skills to her step by step in slow motion.

This scene is as beautiful as a picture scroll. Why does Fang Anren feel a little redundant? Is it an illusion?

The next morning, Pei Mo remembered that he had not told Murong Qing about King Yi's birthday.

"What's the birthday of King Yi Fang Jing?" Murong Qing murmured.

Recalling that there was indeed a birthday banquet for King Yi in his previous life, he nodded and said, "Okay, I will go with the general to meet this prince."

In her previous life, she had seen King Yi from a distance, but had never been in contact with him. She only heard rumors that King Yi Fang Jing had a strong temper, but he was upright and very friendly to his subordinates.

But after all, King Yi was the one who could influence the Holy Emperor's decision. Murong Qing always felt uneasy and asked, "General, does King Yi really treat you well?"

Pei Mo felt that these words sounded familiar. He remembered what Uncle Shi had asked yesterday, was that person unreliable? He couldn't help but laugh. People who really treat him well would worry about him being deceived.

"Don't worry, Uncle Shi treats me very well and even wants to adopt me as his adopted son."

Murong Qing breathed a sigh of relief, those who were kind to Pei Mo were among his own people.

"Then let's quickly think about what gifts to prepare for King Yi."

In the Second Prince's Mansion, Sheng Xiuyu paced back and forth in the main hall with a dark face.

The steward on the side looked worriedly at the utensils on the shelf. Those items were all newly purchased. He hoped that the second prince would not lose his temper and smash everything.

Thinking about it, he looked worriedly at the wing in the northwest corner. That wing was where the miracle doctor Wu De lived. The steward thought to himself, hoping that the miracle doctor would wake up soon, otherwise the objects in the palace would really suffer.

The second prince once suspected that Wu De had given up his responsibilities and quit working, but he was really afraid of this, so he dared not speak out in anger.
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