In the Blade

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

It might not be accurate to call it a short sword. After all, this sword is not strictly a short sword. The proportion between the hilt and the blade is more coordinated. It looks more like a long sword of the same proportion. If a child were to wield it, it would be very suitable. This small but delicate sword would have a fatal attraction for any young child.

"It's sharpened..."

Du Chengfeng, who had drawn his sword out of its sheath, looked at the edge of the small sword and shook his head repeatedly.

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

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

With the moonlight outside, Du Chengfeng casually threw out a few sword flowers. The small sword in his hand had an amazing center of gravity distribution, and it was very smooth to swing, just like an extension of his arm. If he could get such a good thing when he was young, he would probably cut all the weeds within a mile, and even the green belts on the roadside would be damaged.

But in the midst of entertainment, Du Chengfeng suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was a little evil spirit on this small sword that looked like a children's toy.

"Have you killed someone?"

Du Chengfeng was stunned and simply took out the whetstone in his arms.

Anyway, he came here to do this this time, and it was convenient to sharpen this small sword now.

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

Dust covered the past time, and the sharp blade recorded the past.

As he sharpened, Du Chengfeng gradually learned about the story of this small sword.

As Du Chengfeng expected, this small sword with excellent hand feeling was indeed made by a master craftsman. The royal blacksmith personally made the sword body, and the best craftsman carved the small sword decoration. This sword did not use mundane things such as gold and silver, but chose more solemn copper and iron, which made the small sword look more like a real combat weapon, rather than a fancy toy.

After all this was done, the small 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 this child.

Facts have proved that this sharp and dangerous toy is indeed 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, plants and trees were cut to the ground, and there were messy traces of swords everywhere.

However, even if this child is so naughty, no one can stop his actions.

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

The maids and eunuchs could not discipline him. Even though they were older, they did not dare to discipline the prince. The palace guards did not dare to stop him. No matter how strong they were, they did not dare to take the weapon from the prince.

There was only one person who could discipline the prince.

That was the prince's father.

After learning about the troubles Chen Yu had caused, the emperor at that time did not get angry, nor did he blame the young Chen Yu. He 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 looked at Chen Yu with a sword on his waist with a smile.

"Are you practicing the way to use the sword?"

"The child has learned swordsmanship from the masters!"

The young Chen Yu looked proud.

"How's it, father? My swordsmanship is pretty good, isn't it?"

"No, it's still a little lacking."

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

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

"Remember? This is how the sword is used."

Saying this, the emperor continued to stab Chen Yu, who was already frightened and stiff, one by one.

That day, all the maids, eunuchs, and even guards in the prince's mansion were killed by this small sword for dereliction of duty, and the small sword was stained with blood that could not be wiped off no matter what.

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

As time passed, the child named Chen Yu gradually grew up, and Chen Yu's face gradually overlapped with the young face in Du Chengfeng's impression.

"This Southern Chen Emperor actually received such an education..."

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

Is it to train the child to be ruthless? Or to warn the child to abide by the rules? Or is it just to let the child master the real feeling of killing, as the old emperor said in that memory?

No matter what the purpose is, this way of education is a bit too outrageous, using hundreds of lives as props, just to make the child remember.

This is too...

"No wonder the Southern Chen Emperor looked a little strange before."

Recalling the way he saw the young emperor before, thinking about the other party's rebellious behavior, and combining what he saw when sharpening the sword just now, Du Chengfeng vaguely understood something.

Living under such high pressure since childhood, even before he was taller than a wheel, he had seen hundreds of people die in front of him, and even killed them with his own hands. It is hard to say how normal such a person's mind is.

What the old emperor did was not educational at all. Letting young children see such brutal behavior will only drive people into mental illness.

"But I should have found the right place."

Thinking so, Du Chengfeng looked at the remaining two swords.

Obviously, these two swords were also left by Chen Yu, or the young emperor. Unlike the small sword that was abandoned early, these two swords may hide the real secret of the Southern Chen Emperor.

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

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

So, the craftsmen tailored this ring-handled knife for him.

"What happened later? What did the Southern Chen emperor do later?"

Feeling the vague murderous aura on the blade, Du Chengfeng took a deep breath and put the ring-handled knife on the grindstone.

Extra chapters are here, I hurried to take a nap, I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes.

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