Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Di Heng competed with others, and Xi Nuojin became interested: "Let's go and have a look."

"Oh, my dear, please."

Ziye helped Xi Nu get on the sedan chair, and Zhao Chun immediately ordered: "Set up the carriage for a martial arts performance."

The sedan carriage also passed Zhao Lin's Zhaotai Palace on the way, where the second variation of "Guanshan Crescent Moon" played that day at the right time. If you listen carefully, today's tune is different from that played in the Imperial Garden that day. It seems that... he wants to keep her a little bit more.

Xiao Ke angrily said, [Host, he is playing again. 】

I’ve been playing for more than half a month. Isn’t it enough?

The second male player didn't play enough, and it was able to write out the music score by listening to all the systems.

"Be good, Xiao Ke, let him play if he likes it, but we can't do it as well as he wants." Xi Ningjin curled her lips indifferently, and she was not the one who was anxious anyway.

A martial arts arena.

Xi Nuojin didn't ask anyone to tell him, so he just stood in a shady place and watched.

On the high platform, Di Heng, who was wearing a black gold silk auspicious cloud patterned sleeves outfit, and Xi Zixuan, who was wearing an ordinary moon-white martial arts uniform, were holding sharp swords. The two were fighting back and forth, and the sword blades collided. The scene was tense.

After a few moments of confrontation, Di Heng flipped the hilt of the sword in his hand, leaped into the air with the help of his toes, and then the long sword went straight towards Xi Zixuan's face.

Xi Zixuan was dazzled by the approaching silver light, and quickly jumped up to avoid the sharp edge coming towards him, looking for a suitable opportunity to counterattack. After another burst of flaming collisions, Xi Zixuan thought he had waited for the opportunity and was about to seize it. Seizing the opportunity, he raised his sword and struck at Di Heng.

Unexpectedly, Di Heng had obviously predicted his next move. He turned his sword as fast as lightning and jumped up to avoid his attack.

Finally, Di Heng's sharp sword was pressed against Xi Zixuan's throat.

"When-" the big gong was sounded below the stage: "Your Majesty wins."

Xi Zixuan lost, but he lost happily: "Your Majesty has outstanding martial arts skills, and the students are willing to be defeated."

"Get up quickly, go back and practice some more." Di Heng helped Xi Zixuan get up. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the beauty who was looking at him not far from the stage. He casually put the long sword towards the stage, not too far away. After swinging the sword stand, he saw the long sword falling steadily back into the scabbard.

Xi Zixuan's eyes sparkled as he looked straight at him, full of admiration. The emperor's brother-in-law is so amazing. When will he be able to be like him?

"Jin'er, excuse me." Di Heng came out and quickly shouted "Excuse me." He stepped forward to support the little imperial concubine who was about to salute.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The little imperial concubine smiled slightly, took the dry handkerchief on the wooden plate and carefully wiped the sweat from Emperor Heng's forehead: "Your Majesty, come here to have a rest and drink some tea."

"it is good."

Xi Nuojin looked at Xi Zixuan who was still standing on the stage looking at the sword stand. He could tell that the flowers were not coming, so he couldn't help but feel a little funny. He waved to him to come down: "Come Zixuan."

Xi Zixuan smiled naively, regained consciousness, put the sword back into its scabbard and ran off the stage: "Here comes sister."

Zhao Chun handed over the handkerchief: "Young Master Xi, wipe your sweat quickly."

"Thank you, father-in-law." Xi Zixuan hugged Zhao Chun's fists, took the handkerchief and wiped his sweat randomly.

Di Heng cleaned his hands and took the little imperial concubine, and went to sit and rest. After breathing well, he drank a cup of tea.

On the way back to the Mingguang Hall, he put the little imperial concubine's hand into his palm, intertwined his fingers with hers, and whispered in her ear: "Jin'er, how did your husband behave just now?"

"My husband is very skilled in martial arts. Jin'er down there is dumbfounded." Xi Nuojin's eyes revealed her admiration and love for him, and her laughter sounded as crisp as silver bells. She laughed and said, "He is waiting." She praised him.

Di Heng squeezed her little hand and smiled proudly: "Thank you, madam, for your compliments. If you have the opportunity in the future, my husband will show me your martial arts alone."

"it is good."

Xi Zixuan, who was a few steps behind, saw the close and sweet relationship between his sister and His Majesty. His Majesty's brother-in-law was indeed as good to his sister as his sister said in her letter. He was worried that his sister would be wronged in the palace. Now it seems that he thought too much.

When his mother asked about his sister's situation in the palace, he could tell the truth.

After having a family banquet in the Mingguang Hall, Di Heng even let the siblings have a conversation outside the hall alone.

"Zixuan, give this letter to A Niang and tell her that everything is fine with me in the palace."

Xi Zixuan took the letter: "Sister, don't worry, I will hand it to my mother-in-law myself."

He suddenly thought of something. After looking around, he lowered his voice and said: "Sister, I will definitely handle the things you tell me, but sir..."

Xi Nuojin patted Xi Zixuan on the shoulder: "Don't be anxious, just take your time. Sir, you have your own considerations and you can't force it."

Seeing Xi Zixuan's serious face and frowning like a little old man, Xi Niaojin naturally changed the topic: "By the way, Zixuan, I wish you that I will be admitted to the criminal investigation department. Take the reward that I gave you." On."

"Thank you, sister." Inside is a fan pendant with white jade lotus and two-color tassels.

"Like it?"

Xi Zixuan nodded. My sister still remembered that he liked to collect these beautiful fan pendants: "I like it. Zixuan likes all the gifts that my sister gave me."

Xi Nujin smiled, raised her hand and rubbed his head: "As long as you like it."

Xi Zixuan blushed and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Sister, I have to go back. My father and mother have prepared a celebration banquet for me tonight."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

"Sister, I'm going back then." Xi Zixuan followed the eunuch who escorted him out of the palace, turning back three times at a time.

Xi Nuojin kept looking at him until his figure completely disappeared, then she turned back to Mingguang Hall.

When the young imperial concubine entered, Di Heng was quietly reading books behind the desk.

She walked gently to Di Heng, and he held her waist obediently and sat on his lap.

"Jin'er, who is sir?"