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The old marquis's armory is in Chunrong Hall. It is cleaned diligently on weekdays and is spotless. Looking at the rows of various weapons on the weapon rack, Tang Mo's heart gradually swelled.

In his memory, the old man spent all his time hanging out with veterans during his lifetime, or went to his second uncle's house. Even at the house, he just basked in the sun or was in a daze. It was hard to imagine what he looked like, wearing armor, riding a horse, and holding a big sword.

The most conspicuous position in the room was placed the double-ring broadsword that the old marquis had used in the past. It was simple and heavy, and had lost its icy cold glow as no one had maintained it for many years. Tang Mo stepped forward and grabbed the handle, but even though he was mentally prepared, he was unable to take it down in one go.

He couldn't easily lift the 60-jin double-ring broadsword. Even if he did, he couldn't swing it. He held the handle tightly with both hands and swung it twice, sweating all over. A voice rang out at the door, "How can you swing the sword your grandfather used?"

Tang Gang came, Tang Mo was not convinced, and pushed the big knife towards Tang Gang, "If the son can't do it, the father must be able to do it."

Tang Gang took it with one hand, and performed two moves on him in front of Tang Mo. He looked very comfortable with it, which surprised Tang Mo. He thought that this old man was weak except for his mouth, but it turned out that he still had two hands.

Tang Gang quickly put away the knife and threw it directly to Tang Mo. Tang Mo almost didn't catch it, "You want to use your grandfather's knife to kill me?"

Tang Mo carefully put the double-ring broadsword back to its original position, clapped his hands, turned around and looked at Tang Gang, "I didn't realize my father was still capable."

How could he know that when Tang Gang was first brought to the capital as a child, the old marquis was still leading the troops. The old lady thought that Tang Gang would definitely inherit the mantle of a military general, so she naturally invited a martial arts master to teach him, and taught him strictly. In terms of kung fu, he was much better than Tang Rong, who was just a show-off. Even Tang Mo, who had practiced diligently for half a year, could not catch up with him.

Tang Gang stood with his hands behind his back, an expression that said "I'm so powerful that you can't imagine", but he was secretly turning his wrist behind his back. He just wanted to show off his father's ability, and he forced himself to brandish the sword and twisted his wrist.

Tang Mo continued to choose weapons, and finally saw a rare and strange thing in a box, "It looks like a hidden weapon."

"The snake cone is suitable for hiding in the sleeve and using it to attack in close combat."

Tang Gang got angry when he saw Tang Mo's ignorance, but Tang Mo was not angry. He even approached him with a playful smile, "Since father knows so much, then help me choose, which one is suitable for me?"

"Father, you have to choose for me carefully. This is to save your life. If I die, you will only have a stinky son who can't be washed clean. When you see him, you will think of his miserable appearance and smell the faint smell of the cesspool. You will not be able to eat, you will not be able to sleep, and you will wake up crying in the middle of the night..."

"Shut up."

Tang Gang kept telling himself that this bastard was different now. He still wanted to know the emperor's intention from him. He had to endure it even if he was angry. Who knew what this bastard would do next? "Why would you use hidden weapons when you are doing your job? Even if the emperor wants..."

"I don't need your mediocre skills."

Tang Mo said, "I'm not a gentleman, so of course I have to take the enemy by surprise. Hidden weapons are very suitable for me. Is this a sleeve arrow? It looks very good."

"Can't you just take the straight path?"

"I can't leave. I'm bad."

Tang Gang took a deep breath, thinking that the few mediocre Kung Fu moves that Tang Mo had learned at the last minute could not be used with any good weapons, so it was a waste of good things.

"You can use hidden weapons, but when you use them, don't say they were left by your grandfather. Your grandfather lived a glorious life, don't embarrass him."

"You don't have to say it."

Tang Mo is now pushing his nose and face, "Is this sleeve arrow useful? It looks very delicate. How to use it? Tell me."

Tang Gang explained to him how to use it in a bad mood, and talked about three kinds of hidden weapons in a row, which successfully made Tang Mo have a new understanding of him. After he tied the sleeve arrow to his wrist and tried it out, he sighed repeatedly, "A sinister and cunning person like me is suitable for using this, it is simply tailor-made for me."

"But father, you know so much about hidden weapons. It seems that we are in the same field."

"If you can't speak, just shut up. Who is your equal?"

Tang Gang couldn't help but kick him. Tang Mo jumped far away and said, "Father, please be careful. I have hidden weapons now and I'm a novice. If I fail..."

"You bastard, do you still want to kill me?"

"I said, what if..."

Tang Gang was so angry that he jumped up and down. He missed the respectful Tang Mo very much. Sooner or later, he would be pissed off to death by this evil creature.

The old lady asked Tang Mo to choose a weapon. Tang Mo chose three hidden weapons. The old lady didn't say anything, but just told him to keep them properly and be cautious when doing his job in the future.

After returning the armory key, Tang Mo was called by Tang Gang to the study to talk.

Chunhua Courtyard, Tang Rong was eager to know whether Tang Mo was behind this incident. He was curious when he saw two more guards at the gate of Chunhua Courtyard a few days ago. Today, after his father came to see him, he went to find Tang Mo angrily. It seemed that his father must know something.

Qing Mo went to get the news, "I don't know what the Marquis and the Second Young Master talked about in the study. The Marquis chased the Second Young Master with a scroll and beat him up. Later, the Second Young Master went to Chunrong Hall, and the Marquis followed him there."

At this point, Tang Rong concluded that this matter must be related to Tang Mo. His father knew, "Then what?"

"Then the second young master entered the old marquis's armory, and the marquis also went in, saying that he was helping the second young master choose weapons. The two of them were talking and laughing inside."

"Talking and laughing?"

Tang Rong suspected that he had heard it wrongly. Qing Mo nodded, "It was someone from Chunrong Hall who said that. It shouldn't be wrong."

Tang Rong felt his cracked ribs begin to hurt again. The veins on his clenched fists bulged, and his anger surged like an ocean. Qing Mo quickly glanced at his expression and said, "Sir, Commander Liao brought the second son to the palace to see the emperor today, and the Marquis has been waiting at the palace gate for a long time."

After waiting for a long time without Tang Rong's reply, Qing Mo did not dare to move. After about half an incense stick of time, Tang Rong's voice rang out, "Ask Aunt Cai to call Cai Quan."

He can't wait.

Qing Mo nodded and went to do it. After passing the message to Aunt Cai, he paid special attention to this matter. Cai Quan came quickly. He looked very solemn before entering the room, and he looked even more entangled when he came out. Qing Mo approached him and said, "Manager Cai, the prince has been having troubles recently. You must pay attention to what I tell you."

Cai Quan took a deep breath, and hesitated before saying, "You should also persuade the prince not to act too hastily."

Cai Quan only wanted to make money, but Tang Rong asked him to hire someone to kill the second young master. If the truth came to light, could the prince protect him?

That old woman framed the Second Young Master's wife for the sake of the Crown Prince, but what was the result?

The prince was fined a whole year's salary, but he didn't say anything.

Let's not talk about anything else. Just say that such a disgusting thing happened, but it was all done by their father and son. It was so disgusting that they couldn't even eat the food. Now that the prince has woken up, shouldn't he express something?

No matter how big or small the work is for the Second Young Master, there will be rewards, and a lot of them. How come the Prince has no such social skills?

In this situation, he is still required to risk his life and property?