[Frost Flower] Inertial Betrayal

1.

Yan Xuan opened his eyes.

Above is the top of the bed carved with hibiscus patterns, surrounded by two thin layers of curtains, the inner layer is light yellow silk, the outer layer is hazy red gauze, with delicate tassels hanging underneath, adding a touch of charm.

Footsteps sounded from outside.

He closed his eyes, and heard the footsteps of the visitor in his ears - calm and powerful, without the slightest sense of restlessness and vanity, which showed that the visitor's foundation was not falsified at all.

Given time, you will become a master.

"Your Highness." Two voices from the maid came from outside the room.

The door was pushed open, and the person who came slowly approached the bed, seemed to observe it, and then slowly lifted the curtain with one hand.

Yan Xuan couldn't help opening his eyes.

The person beside the bed had a faint smile on his lips, a black hair crown on his head, and a light blue robe, handsome and noble.

Looking at Yan Xuan, he opened his mouth and said something.It's not Chinese, it's like a Korean language. Although the other party has deliberately slowed down the speech, it still doesn't help.

——Because Yan Xuan didn't understand.

Since I woke up and came to this world, it seems that all modern traces such as mobile phones, computers, cars, networks, etc. have been erased by an invisible hand.

When he first came, he landed on the roof, and before he could react, he rolled down and fell straight into the pond.

Puff.

The splash of water was like rain, and the face and body of the person opposite was poured.

That person is not dressed like he is now. He is wearing a purple robe and a hairband on his head casually. Through the curtain of water that keeps falling, he looks so surprised that he can't recover from his expression, and he crawls out of the pond with his eyes wide open. His.

Quite embarrassed.

Yan Xuan didn't know where she was at that time, but just took a look at the young man, no, maybe he should be called a child, and felt that what the ancients said was "red lips and white teeth".

Although she didn't want to talk too much with strangers, Yan Xuan found that her gaze on the ground seemed a little strange.

——The hands and feet were shortened a lot, and Yan Xuan, who couldn't control his balance while walking, almost fell down.

His original height of about 1.8 meters has now turned into that of a seven or eight-year-old child.

All the weirdness of being in this place seems trivial at this point, there is nothing more serious and psychic than that.

Yan Xuan, who finally found out that something was wrong, had no choice but to stop leaving, turned back and planned to inquire about the situation with the only person he saw right now.

Who knew, the two of them had been talking about each other for a long time, but Yan Xuan couldn't figure out what the other party meant.

It's so hard.

Although it is judged that the other party is speaking Korean based on the development of modern information, it is still useless.

He can even guess and understand those simple words such as "Your Highness", "I" and "You", but no matter how many there are, there will be no more.

Therefore, Yan Xuan didn't want to talk anymore.

It was the first time for that child to see a "weird" with short hair and thoughtful attire, and he didn't care that he was covered in water. Seeing the helplessness on Yan Xuan's face, he hurriedly brought him back to the palace with words and gestures .

Later, Yan Xuan recalled that this palace was clearly the child's bedroom.

——The other party "picked up" him and brought him home.

Yan Xuan was new here, so he didn't know anything about the situation. With his temperament, he didn't care about whether he was bored or not.

Give him a sword, and he'll be alone for a whole afternoon.

If he was born in ancient times, he must be a generation of masters of swordsmanship. ——The elders in the family always talk about him to others with regret and pride.

Generations of descendants of the Yan family have taken swordsmanship as their career, and swordsmanship is what they have spent their entire lives exhausting all their wealth to study.It's a pity that since Grandpa Yan Xuan's generation, the Yan family's swordsmanship has never improved a bit.

Under the rapid invasion of modernization, the kendo that the Yan family has been guarding for a long time seems to have lost its former glory.

However, after Yan Xuan formally defeated the patriarch with swordsmanship at the age of 13, a glimmer of hope appeared for the gradually declining family.

But now it's nothing.

Yan Xuan's eyes fell on the sachet hanging from the man's waist, and he reached for it, wanting to touch the delicate pattern on it.

Unexpectedly, the other party smiled slightly, lowered his head, untied the sachet, and handed it to Yan Xuan.

"Me." The child pointed at himself, word by word very slowly, intending for Yan Xuan to hear every pronunciation clearly.

"Wang—Qi—"

Yan Xuan blinked, and his eyes fell on the smiling face of the person opposite, and the inexplicably persistent voice of that person sounded again in his ears.

——"Wang Qi."

2.

The sunshine outside the window is just right.

Two children, one big and one small, were lying on the table in front of the window, leaning over and writing something hard and earnestly.

"Here." Wang Qi put the paper in front of Yan Xuan, covering the paper that looked like a ghost drawing.

She pointed at Yan Xuan with one finger, and then pointed at the words just written on the white paper.

"Yan—Xuan—"

Although the pronunciation is a bit weird, in order to adapt to the life here as soon as possible, Yan Xuan opened his mouth wide and followed the words as if he was back in the kindergarten teacher teaching pinyin.

"Yan—Xuan—"

Wang Qixiao's eyes were crooked, he turned around and took another piece of paper, and put it in front of Yan Xuan's eyes.

He glanced at the words on it, it was simple.

"Wang Qi." Without any effort, he called out the name of the person in front of him easily and accurately.

Wang Qi's eyes widened suddenly, and a long string came out of his mouth.

Yan Xuan barely heard the other party say "yes" or something.

The corners of his mouth turned up inadvertently——

Can it be bad?The first thing he learned when he came to this world was these two words.

Wang Qi.

……

Wang Qi came to teach him to read and write every day.

Sometimes I would lie on the table with him, Yan Xuan frowned and practiced calligraphy hard, while Wang Qi read with relish holding a book in his hand.

Spring is tired.

I don't know if it's because the body has turned back into a child, and it even has the problem of making a child want to sleep after reading a book.

After Yan Xuan couldn't help yawning for the fifth time, he blinked as he struggled. He couldn't hold it any longer, so he simply put down the brush, lay down on the table, closed his eyes, and planned to squint for a while.

The plan was good, but he still underestimated the child's desire to sleep.

With such a narrowing, it took until midnight.

As soon as Yan Xuan moved, the light blue robe on her body slowly slipped off.

He bent down to pick up the robe, and felt sore all over his body. It was painful to lie on the table to sleep. The arm that was pressed under it slowly regained consciousness, and the numb feeling swept through Yan Xuan's brain instantly.

He squeezed his numb arm vigorously, and Wang Qi's clothes were hanging in the crook of his arm.

After kneading for a while, he finally got better. He stood up and planned to find a comfortable place to sleep again.

The room was very dark except for a faint light on the bed in the middle.

Yan Xuan approached, only to realize that it was the faint moonlight outside the window shining on the curtain.

He pushed aside layers of veils with one hand, and Wang Qi slept peacefully on the spacious bed, lying flat on his back and occupying only one-third of the bed, with his hands flat on the quilt.

The appearance should be more regular and more regular.

Yan Xuan hesitated for a while, but in the end she couldn't resist the deep sleepiness, so she quickly and silently took off her shoes and socks, turned over and lay down on the vacant seat next to Wang Qi on the bed.

A night without dreams.

3.

Although Wang Qi opened his eyes the next day and was surprised to see Yan Xuan who was sleeping next to him, he had a good temper and didn't say anything.

As a result, half of Wang Qi's bed was occupied by Yan Xuan without any burden.

During the day, Wang Qi became busy. He had to go to morning class every day. Yan Xuan had never seen his parents. On weekdays, there were only Wang Qi and those servants with dazed faces.

The days flowed by like running water.

On the [-]th day after coming to this place, Yan Xuan could finally talk to the people here reluctantly.

So he knew that this place was called Koryo, which was ruled by the Yuan Dynasty Mongolia for a long time.

The identity of Wang Qi who picked him up is not simple. He is the younger brother of the current King of Korea, which is equivalent to the um... prince in ancient China.

However, when he was young, he and his concubine moved to a fief far away from the palace, which is where Yan Xuan lives now.

Being bored alone, Yan Xuan picked up a branch in the yard and used it as a sword.

One move at a time, started the sword practice that must be done every day in modern times.

I don't know if it's because the child's body is more flexible, after a set of sword skills, Yan Xuan only feels comfortable in the whole body, and there is no sense of stagnation between the moves.

It seems that every movement is just a response made by the body itself.

If this continues, maybe his swordsmanship will be more refined than before.

Applause suddenly sounded from the side, Yan Xuan turned around, and saw Wang Qi blushing with excitement, his eyes sparkling, walking towards Yan Xuan quickly.

"Yan Xuan. Your swordsmanship looks very powerful."

Yan Xuan swung the branch like a sword with his right hand, quite indifferently: "In my house, it's nothing."

"Oh?" Wang Qi was surprised. "Yan Xuan is so young, but his swordsmanship is so good. Could it be that your family members are all top swordsmen?"

Yan Xuan said: "...No. It's just that my family has studied swordsmanship for generations, so I have more opinions on swordsmanship than ordinary people."

This is the first long sentence that Yan Xuan said after coming here.

Wang Qi became more interested, stepped back suddenly, and saluted Yan Xuan with a look of eagerness on his face: "Then Yan Xuan, can you teach me swordsmanship? I have always wanted to learn swordsmanship since I was a child. Good swordsmanship."

Yan Xuan hesitated.

The Yan family's swordsmanship is generally not easily passed on to outsiders, but this set of swordsmanship is the most basic move, and Wang Qi is still an ancient man...it's nothing...isn't it?

He has always been a person who knows how to repay his kindness. Since he came to this world, Wang Qi has always taken care of himself.A mere set of swordsmanship seems to be no big deal.

Moreover, Wang Qi already has some background, and his qualifications seem to be good.

Accepting an apprentice of an ancient prince seems to be quite good——

"it is good."

A big and bright smile suddenly appeared on Wang Qi's tense and expectant face——

"That's it... Master, please be respected by the apprentice."

The author has something to say: Well... the plot of the movie hasn't started yet.Yan Xuan's time with Wang Qi will be much longer than that of Hong Lin.