Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

Thinking about it this way, Jiaxing felt rather fortunate that her father was relieved, and it was time for her second uncle to suffer the crime of being a state prisoner.

After Hanwang's guard of honor passed, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the two were able to escape from the crowded space.

"Did you like the gift I gave you yesterday?"

"I like it." Lu Lin said, and took out the dagger from his arms: "I keep it with me."

Jiaxing leaned into his ear and whispered: "This belongs to my younger brother. When my grandfather was King Yan, he led troops to fight against Mongolia. He took it from the Mongolian leader and gave it to my younger brother. What should my younger brother do with his treasure?" Like."

Lu Lin pretended to be surprised and let out an "Ah", and leaned into her ear and whispered, "It's so precious, grandson can give it to me."

Jiaxing covered his mouth and laughed for a while, then whispered: "I stole it while he was sleeping."

Haha!

Lu Lin was dying of laughter, it was definitely something a real sister could do.

Taisun is probably going to cry and go blind.

While chatting and wandering, the two suddenly found a group of strangely dressed people openly selling weapons on the street.

Weapons are different from ordinary kitchen knives, and it is forbidden to sell them in Ming Dynasty.

Besides, no one in the Ming Dynasty could afford to sell it except the imperial court. After all, iron ore was also an industry monopolized by the imperial court.

"Who are they? Are they dressed so strangely?" Jiaxing looked at it from a distance for a while and asked Lu Lin.

Like the narrow-sleeved robes and clogs of the Tang Dynasty.

"Japanese people."

That is, the Japanese, and later Japanese pirates, are these people.

"Waguo?" Jiaxing frowned. He had heard of it, but had never seen it.

Lu Lin nodded: "The earliest in-depth exchanges between the Wa Kingdom and China should have appeared in the Tang Dynasty, so their culture and clothing were deeply influenced by the Tang Dynasty."

"No wonder, I just said how they are dressed so like the narrow-sleeved gowns of the Tang Dynasty."

"Why do you know everything?" Jiaxing looked at her with a little admiration.

Lu Lin stretched out his hand and tapped her forehead lightly: "As long as you read two more books, you will know."

"Slightly slightly slightly, I don't want to read, reading is tiring."

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue at her.

Then he ran over to pick up the Wa country's weapon to play with.

It's a knife!

What a strange knife, curved like a sickle.

Both the hilt and the blade are very long, almost as tall as her, thin and long, can this knife really work?

Jiaxing turned to Lu Lin for help.

Lu Lin took it: "You didn't do that."

Then he held the handle of the knife with both hands, placed it in front of his chest, with the tip of the knife facing upwards, and the blade stood in the middle of his body, with his foot in a slight horse step, and demonstrated it to her in a chopping posture.

It was only then that Jiaxing realized that he had to use two hands. For example, if they used the way they usually hold the sword, they probably couldn't even lift the knife, and the tip of the knife was still touching the ground.

Originally, those Japanese samurai were selling on the street and didn't pay attention to the two of them. It turned out that this young man knew how to use the samurai sword without their explanation, and he suddenly became interested.

"Hello, my name is Yuan Daoyi." A Japanese warrior came over and bowed to them.

Lu Lin and the others also returned one to him.

"Lu Lin."

"Jiaxing."

Yuan Daoyi glanced at the samurai sword in Lu Lin's hand with a smile: "Mr. Lu Lin seems to know the samurai sword very well."

"Don't dare to take it seriously, I've seen it before, and I know a thing or two."

"Can I spar with you?"

It was necessary to discuss the source of morality, and it was almost impossible for Lu Lin to fix it.

Just took a look at your knife, why do you want to fight?

Jiaxing also looked at him vigilantly, Yuan Daoyi realized that they might have misunderstood, and immediately explained.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything malicious, it's the first time I've seen someone in Middle-earth who can make a samurai sword so smooth."

"Smooth?" Lu Lin frowned.

Are you praising me, or hurting me?

"Isn't that right?" Yuan Daoyi was on an envoy to China for the first time, and he was not very familiar with the language here.

Is it smooth?

Then: "Pretty?"

Lu Lin and Jiaxing frowned even more when they heard the words.

The samurai twitched his lips and corrected again: "Yuan?"

"Okay, stop boasting."

Lu Lin immediately interrupted him, seriously suspecting that this guy was hurting me in the name of boasting.

Yuan Daoyi immediately smiled when he heard the words. He was also very embarrassed. He wanted to boast, but his vocabulary was limited.

"Then let's compete for a while?"

After Yuan Daoyi finished speaking, he took off his clogs, stood straight in front of Lu Lin, and bowed at ninety degrees.

"Please advise."

After speaking, he pulled out the samurai sword on Biezai's waist, held the handle of the knife with both hands, stood in front of his eyes, lowered his body, and assumed a posture about to attack.

Jiaxing secretly tugged on Lu Linhe's sleeve: "Why don't you tell him that your martial arts are poor?"

In Jiaxing's impression, Lu Lin was just a frail scholar who would be chased by her and Zhang Xin'er.