Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Miss, don't you want him to win?"

Xiaoyu asked curiously.

"Of course I hope he wins, but isn't life more important than winning or losing?"

Xiao Lingxi tilted her head and smiled.

"My lady has written down the first few episodes of Condor Shooting, but I don't know when she can tell us the rest of the story."

"Even if the sword fight does not involve life and death, if you are injured and stabbed in the throat and unable to speak, then this story will never be heard again."

Xiaoyu said distressedly.

Xiao Lingxi wasn't too worried at first, but when she heard what Xiaoyu said, her expression changed.

It is unlikely that Ning Xiao killed Ning Fan, but if he was really injured, it is very possible!

"Xiaoyu, go to the warehouse, take out my father's soft armor, and ask Butler Wang to send someone to deliver it to him."

Xiao Lingxi said while holding back her shyness.

This was the first time that he took the initiative to care about a man, and there was always an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Okay, soft armor. I'll ask Butler Wang to deliver it quickly."

Without even thinking about it, Xiaoyu picked up the lantern and went downstairs.

……

Ning Fan never expected that someone would deliver something to him in the middle of the night.

Looking at Butler Wang who looked tired, Ning Fan suddenly wasn't sleepy at all.

"Did your lady ask you to deliver this thing?"

Ning Fan looked at Butler Wang with a half-smile.

He had already noticed that this old guy seemed a little unhappy.

That kind of expression is almost like seeing your cabbage being fucked by a pig.

"It's Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu asked me to send it."

Butler Wang is very tough.

Ning Fan chuckled, but still didn't want to let Butler Wang go. He continued, "This is General Xiao's personal soft armor. Does Xiaoyu, a maid, have the right to give it to me?"

"That's what Miss... meant."

Butler Wang finally admitted helplessly.

……

This soft leather armor is covered with a thin layer of gold thread. It is soft and light when worn on the body, but it has a certain degree of defense.

I have to say that the wisdom of this era is still amazing.

Ning Fan tried it on and found that it did not affect his movement. Even if it was hidden under his clothes, it would not look bulky.

"Your Highness, I didn't expect that Miss Xiao would care so much about Your Highness."

Ergou said excitedly.

Ning Fan couldn't help but show pride on his face: "If the flowers bloom, butterflies will come!"

Look out the window, it's almost dawn.

Ning Fan simply put on the soft armor under his clothes, packed up, and came to the other courtyard.

Several blacksmith masters have completely finished the sword, and Yang Liancheng is carefully making the scabbard.

Seeing Ning Fan coming, Yang Liancheng was so excited that he no longer felt sleepy.

Pointing to the sword on the sword stand, he said: "Your Highness, look, after this sword is sharpened, it has lines like clouds!"

Ning Fan gently picked up the sword, with no surprise on his face.

This is the characteristic of folding and forging. Layers of lines will appear, which are very exquisite.

"Er Gou, pick up some hairs and let me try."

Ning Fan said to Ergou.

Ergou didn't dare to neglect, he quickly gritted his teeth and pulled out a few hairs of his own, and handed them to Ning Fan's hands.

A few strands of hair were gently thrown up by Ning Fan. This strand of hair fell on the sword blade and was immediately broken silently.

"Blowing short hair! So sharp!"

When Ergou saw this scene with sharp eyes, he almost jumped up in shock.

Ning Fan flicked his finger, and the sword made a buzzing sound.

With a flick of his wrist, he held a sword flower, and the whole yard was filled with sword light.

"It's a good sword! Let's call it Wushuang!"

Ning Fan said happily.

"Unparalleled! Unparalleled in the world!"

The two dogs danced and danced, looking even more excited than Ning Fan who had just gotten the sword.

But when he thought that Ning Fan was going to compete in martial arts today, Ergou's expression darkened again.

"Your Highness, you must be careful today. If you can't beat me, there is no shame in surrendering!"

Ergou looked at Ning Fan aggrievedly.

Ning Fan put away his sword and looked at Ergou: "Surrender? With this sword, even though my swordsmanship is inferior to others, I will definitely not be the loser!"

Ning Fan's confidence actually comes from his understanding of the cold weapons of this era.

In Ning Fan's view, Dakang's smelting technology was just in an era of ignorance.

The smelting of iron was extremely rough at that time, and the sword produced was not only not hard enough, but also far from sharp.

And this sword forged from wootz steel in his hand can easily stand at the pinnacle of this era.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it can cut iron like clay, but with this sword, Ning Fan can easily destroy the opponent's weapons!

If you don't have weapons, what can you do if your opponent is very good at swordsmanship?

After breakfast, Ning Fan was able to take a carriage and rush to the West Campus.

This is where the imperial guards train and where the royal family practices riding and archery.

When Ning Fan's carriage slowly drove in, many people were already waiting on the school grounds.

Ning Fan saw the prince and the fourth prince in military uniform. In addition, Ning Fan also saw Xiao Lingxi.

"Look, the Sixth Prince is here!"

"He came so late. Could it be that he was afraid of death and didn't dare to come?"

"Haha, today is a losing situation. If he lingers and doesn't come, he might as well just admit defeat."

……

As Ning Fan stepped out of the carriage, the sounds of discussions around him began to penetrate his ears.

Ning Fan didn't care and just tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"Fourth brother, it's better to do it sooner rather than later. After finishing my competition with you, I'm still rushing home to catch up on my sleep."

Ning Fan stood in the middle of the field and said loudly to the fourth prince Ning Xiao.

Hearing Ning Fan speak like this, there was another burst of discussion around him.

Everyone felt that Ning Fan knew that he was going to lose and had no intention of struggling.

"Sixth brother, since you can't wait so hard, I'll give you a bow!"

The fourth prince carried the sword and walked towards Ning Fan carelessly.

His expression was very relaxed and he didn't take Ning Fan seriously at all.

Defeating or even deposing Ning Fan was his goal today, but all this had to be done in a concealed manner.

"You and I, brothers, what's the point of winning or losing? It's an honor to be a younger brother to be able to learn every move from the fourth brother during the competition."

Ning Fan had a serious look on his face.

There were discussions all around, but when they heard Ning Fan say such thoughtful words, they suddenly fell silent.

Xiao Lingxi originally had a worried look on her face, but when she saw Ning Fan's calm look, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's get started, swords have no eyes, let's all be careful."

Ning Xiao smiled sinisterly.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

A eunuch's voice with a drawn-out accent came, and then everyone saw the emperor's car not far away.

Everyone stood up from their seats and knelt on the ground, even Ning Fan and the Fourth Prince were no exception.

Surrounded by several generals, Emperor Tian'an, also wearing golden armor, looked majestic.

He sat on a high platform and looked at everyone with majesty.

"Lao Liu, Lao Si, I heard that you two brothers have a sword competition today?"

Emperor Tian'an asked knowingly.

"Father, there is no harm in the harmony between brothers. I offered to compete with my sixth brother in a sword fight just to promote my prosperity and martial arts!"

Although the fourth prince Ning Xiao was caught off guard, he quickly thought of an excuse.

However, this excuse prevented Emperor Tianan from criticizing him harshly.