Wang Ye is a strict husband [Rebirth]

, His eyes brightened a little, and he replied: "There are bandits and gentlemen, who are like cutting like learning, like cutting like grinding, swearing and swearing, and he is swearing." I thought this poem is not exactly what I am talking about.

Su Nuo didn't realize it at all, just nodded his head, and continued to pace and read: "'The water of the Canglang is clear, it can wash my tassels; the water of the Canglang is turbid, it can wash my feet' What is the explanation for this sentence?" ?”

Jing Wenhao answered casually, with a very calm expression on his face. Seeing that Su Nuo nodded as expected, he continued to ask some questions. Nuo said, "Which page is the anonymous Bluebottle?"

Jing Wenhao's expression froze, his head froze for a moment, and he tilted his head and asked, "Fulang, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?"

So, Su Nuo repeated it again, looked at him indifferently, but twitched the corner of his mouth.

Jing Wenhao frowned and thought for a while, but still couldn't think of it, so he raised his head and asked, "Fulang, I can't remember what page it is on?"

Su Nuo opened his thin lips lightly, and replied: "No. 20 eight pages, hasn't the lord copied it dozens of times? Why don't you know which page this poem is on?" And it's still one of the front pages.

Jing Wenhao took the book from Su Nuo's hand behind his back, followed Su Nuo's words and turned to page No. 20. As expected, he saw this poem, nodded suddenly and said:

"So that's how it is. Fu Lang is really knowledgeable. He even knows which page it is on."

However, he didn't know that Fu Lang would test him on the question that a certain poem was on a certain page, and he never cared which poem was on which page, but it was understandable, and I believe Fu Lang would definitely praise himself Yes, because he answered all the questions Fu Lang asked him just now.

Chapter 45

Unexpectedly, Jing Wenhao looked up at Su Nuo, and saw him say: "Does Yizhi mind if I let you recite this collection of poems again?"

"I don't mind." Jing Wenhao opened his mouth wide, shook his head foolishly, and then quickly said, "Actually, I can copy it again from beginning to end." Books are more fun than endorsements.

Su Nuo frowned and glanced at his right arm, and asked: "Yi Zhi's right hand injury is not fully healed, so it's inconvenient to use force, in my opinion, let's forget it!" It's good, but Jing Wenhao was injured, so don't be too harsh,

If his right arm left a hidden danger, it would be wrong.

Unexpectedly, Jing Wenhao stretched out his left hand and said, "It's okay, Fu Lang, don't worry, although I can't use my right hand, I can still use my left hand."

"Oh?" Su Nuo looked at him in disbelief: "Yizhi can write with both hands?"

"Just wait and see, Fu Lang will sharpen the ink for me first!"

Jing Wenhao took out a piece of rice paper from the side and placed it in front of him, pressed the edge of the rice paper with a paperweight, and skillfully took a medium brush from the pen holder.

Su Nuo took a few steps forward, poured a small amount of water into the inkstone, picked up the black ink and began to sharpen it without haste.

Jing Wenhao picked up the brush, dipped some ink in it, and began to write.

After Su Nuo finished grinding the ink, he watched Jing Wenhao write down lines of words on the paper very quickly. Gradually, the thick black and powerful characters covered the entire rice paper.

When Jing Wenhao was writing, his face was serious, his deep facial features and sharp-edged face were full of seriousness, and his expression of concentration made people unable to bear to make a sound to disturb him.

After Jing Wenhao finished writing, he saw that Su Nuo was engrossed, so he didn't want to disturb him, and stood aside silently. When he came back to his senses, he asked, "How is it? Fulang, my handwriting is not bad. Bar?"

Even though he asked this question, he feels very good about himself, but don't forget that because he often got into trouble, he was punished for copying many times, and he didn't know how many times he was punished for copying, so he became as strong as he is now Vigorous typeface.

In fact, he can write better with his right hand. After all, he is not left-handed. This is all due to the method he came up with in order to complete the tasks assigned by his father as soon as possible. Because the left hand is not very handy, he practiced for a long time before finally practicing. Get these two good words.

Of course, while practicing calligraphy, he didn't forget to eat, drink and have fun. By the way, he turned the entire imperial capital upside down. It's okay if his father finds out. Fan, you can basically pass the level.

Of course, he also thought about asking others to copy books for him, but he thought about it. After all, he also likes copying books. The sense of accomplishment is not something ordinary people can experience. I don't know how to please Fu Lang.

At this time, the serious expression on his face had disappeared, like a hallucination, his dark eyes were shining like stars, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with only a look of seeking praise.

"That's right." Su Nuo nodded slightly, praised him generously, and then looked at it with both hands.

The ink color is dignified, the lines are smooth, the green is tall and straight, and the emotion is bold and unrestrained. It is simply a good work with all charms and no one in a million.

"This word..." Su Nuo stopped in the middle of speaking, seeing Jing Wenhao looking at him nervously, he continued: "My lord's writing is very good."

As expected of a nobleman from Tianhuang, even though he seems to be useless, he writes well, and it is written with his left hand, which also proves that Jing Wenhao does have his own merits.

Su Nuo had only heard that Xiaoyao Wang liked to do evil, only eat, drink, whore and gamble, and caused trouble everywhere. He didn't expect that there was something wrong with this. If he hadn't happened to come here today, he just wanted to test Jing Wenhao. He didn't know that he was so Talented, even a bit beyond him

expected.

At this moment, Su Nuo had a slight change in his opinion of Jing Wenhao, but it was not enough. As a prince, it is not enough to write well. Gun, this is the most basic requirement.

He doesn't expect his prince to be very promising or how outstanding his martial arts are, but at least he can use his martial arts to protect himself, which is also very good.

Jing Wenhao was very happy when he heard Su Nuo say that his handwriting was good, but it didn't last for a while, and then he heard him say: "But..." his heart tightened, and he looked at Su Nuo closely.

Su Nuo looked deeply at Jing Wenhao, and a smile flashed across his eyes. It was extremely fast, but Jing Wenhao didn't catch it. He only heard him say:

"Yizhi needs to redouble his efforts in the future, just writing well is not enough."

Jing Wenhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his handwriting wasn't bad.

Chapter 46 Learning Martial Arts, Protecting Fulang

The back hill of Xiaoyao Wangfu is a lush bamboo forest, and there is a wide and flat open space close to the bamboo forest. Next to the open space, there is a small and exquisite wooden house. There is a square stone table in front of the house. The handsome old man, with a burly figure and a wrinkled face, was sipping tea.

The teacup was filled with water vapor, and it drifted away, exuding a faint fragrance. The old man blew into the cup, took a small sip, and nodded in satisfaction after finishing it, with a rather apprehensive look on his face. enjoyment expression.

The tea from Xiaoyao Wangfu is really good, it really deserves to be a tribute specially given by the emperor, as long as you smell it, you will know that it is not extraordinary. After drinking it, I believe that anyone will deeply like the taste of this top-quality Biluochun.

Presumably outside the palace, only the Xiaoyao Palace can taste this rare good tea.

The old man then took another sip of tea, then reluctantly put down his teacup, looked up, and looked at a young man in the distance who was trying to swing a huge bamboo with a knife in front of him.

The old man's expression was a bit strange, not only squinting his eyes, but also a trace of doubt in his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking.

And the young man in the distance has broad shoulders and narrow hips, wearing a tight white martial arts uniform, with a somewhat elegant feeling. Although it is only a back view, one can still imagine that his appearance is very good.

It was only after looking at his front that he knew that this person was Jing Wenhao.

Jing Wenhao's vest was soaked with sweat at this time, and the clothes were wet on his body, part of the hem was picked up and stuffed in his belt, revealing a pair of gray trousers underneath, his face was dripping with sweat, his two sides There was a blush on his cheeks, his nose and mouth were panting together, his chest heaved violently, and a few strands of sweat-wet hair clinged to his face, making him look embarrassed.

The bowl-sized bamboo in front of him had already been cut a big hole by him, and every time he cut it, the debris flew everywhere.

As for why it takes so much effort to cut even a piece of bamboo, it is really because the knife in Jing Wenhao's hand is too blunt, not only rusty, but also has several gaps on the edge. I believe that ordinary people can use this knife , It is impossible to cut off the bamboo in any case, unless he knows martial arts.

However, although Jing Wenhao knows a little martial arts, but his strength is stronger than ordinary people, his internal strength is weak, and he doesn't know how to use it. It is not easy to cut such a big gap in this bamboo, and there are several trees lying down beside him. The bamboo was probably also cut down by him.

Jing Wenhao had already spent most of the day here, all of his time was spent on chopping bamboo, but he didn't do anything else.

Finally, after countless chops, the bamboo finally clicked and slowly tilted to the side. Jing Wenhao quickly stepped back a few steps, and when the bamboo fell to the ground, he wiped his sweat with his sleeve. Holding the knife in one hand, he turned around and strode towards the old man.

With a snap, he slapped the big knife on the stone table, making a loud noise, then raised one foot and stepped on the stone bench, and asked the old man expressionlessly: "This king has followed your orders, After cutting down ten bamboos, what do you want me to do next? Tell me directly, no matter how difficult you are, I will not be afraid of you!"

Jing Wenhao already knew that this old man would make things difficult for him. Didn't he always get mad at him every time he came to the palace to teach him martial arts?It's nothing to bear his grudges, now that something is asked of him, he will do it, but he hopes that the old man will stop in moderation.

The old man didn't seem to be frightened by him at all, but he just looked at him calmly and said, "What are you talking about, my lord? When did I let you cut these bamboos, just to let you Being able to use the internal force freely is not something to make things difficult, so please don't think too much about it, my lord."

This old man's surname is Song Minghong, a veteran of the two dynasties. He became a general when Jing Wenhao's grandfather was alive. He is not only superb in martial arts, but also brave and invincible on the battlefield. , but now because of his old age and frailty, he retired and returned to his hometown, no longer caring about the affairs of the court, and no longer in charge of the military power.

Because of this disappointing fourth son, the Holy One invited Song Hong back again, just to teach Jing Wenhao martial arts.

Jing Wenhao curled his lips, put his feet off the stool, wiped them casually with his sleeves, sat up on his buttocks, picked up a fan on the table, and fanned himself wildly: "Okay, General Song said That’s what it is, so what do you want to learn next? You don’t want me to cut down some big trees again, do you?”

After half a month of recuperation, Jing Wenhao's hand injury has completely healed, and he still goes to the palace early every day to go to court, and goes to Guanglu Temple for a visit and then goes home. He came to the mansion to teach him how to practice martial arts, and he no longer sneaked out of the mansion or took Song Hongqi away like before.

Hearing this, Song Hong shook his head slightly, and said with an inscrutable expression: "This time, let's do something interesting."

As he spoke, he pushed the two fist-sized sandbags placed on the stone table in front of him, and said: "Since the prince has made up his mind to learn martial arts with all his heart, it is naturally impossible for this humble minister to be perfunctory. If the prince trusts this humble minister, he will Tie these two sandbags to your feet, and run fifty laps around the palace."

Jing Wenhao's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he said incredulously, "Fifty laps? Do you know how big this palace is? Even if it's ten laps, I won't be able to run away, let alone fifty laps. I'm afraid I haven't run away yet." After these fifty laps, I was exhausted on the way.”

"Have you forgotten what the lord said in the morning? If you want to learn martial arts well, you have to work hard. In the past, the lord didn't want to learn, and the humble minister couldn't force you. How about this? Since you don't have the willpower to persevere, then There is no need to learn, Weichen should resign first!"

After speaking, Song Hong stood up and was about to leave.

But at this moment, Jing Wenhao glanced at two people walking towards this side from the distance, Su Nuo was walking in front in casual clothes, Xia Qing was walking behind with a plate of pastries, he immediately stood up and stopped De Song Hong: "Okay, since General Song has made up his mind, then I will listen to you. You should stay here, can I run away?" This stubborn and serious old man.

Although Song Hong was the teacher who taught Jing Wenhao, Jing Wenhao did not pay homage to Song Hongxing as a teacher, so the two of them could not be regarded as a master-student relationship, and in front of Song Hong, there were several others who taught Jing Wenhao martial arts Martial masters, but they were either left in anger by him, or angered by the saint, so they changed one after another until Song Hong.

Song Hong stopped, and after hearing this, his face finally eased a little, and then he saw him tie the sandbags to his feet, and said: "Young Lord, don't run too fast when you first run, and when you get used to the tightness on your feet If you have strength, you can slowly increase the speed, otherwise it is easy to cause ankle injuries. If you can’t finish [-] laps today, you can continue to run tomorrow, so you don’t have to rush too much.”

After Jing Wenhao tied it up, he saw Su Nuo approaching, so he shouted, "Fulang, why are you here, don't you need to read the account book?" Then he took a few steps forward, took his hand and sat on the stone bench Up: "Husband, sit down, you're tired from walking!"

Seeing Su Nuo, Song Hong clasped his fists and said, "I have seen the princess."

"General Song doesn't need to be polite." After Su Nuo finished speaking, he said to Jing Wenhao: "I thought that the prince and General Song might be hungry, and it was not time for dinner, so I brought some pastries to fill your stomachs."

Xia Qing put the pastries on the table, then retreated to stand behind Su Nuo.

Jing Wenhao sat down, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, picked up the pastry and began to eat, while Song Hong picked up the teacup and drank tea, showing no intention of eating at all.

Su Nuo stayed with the two of them for a while, said a few words, and then left. Jing Wenhao watched his back without blinking.

Song Hong asked Jing Wenhao meaningfully: "The reason why the prince learns martial arts is for the princess!" His tone was extremely firm.Jing Wenhao came back to his senses and said, "Yes! What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Song Hong shook his head slightly: "It's nothing, I just want to persuade the prince. When you don't have enough strength to protect the people around you, don't expose your weaknesses. The prince is a member of the royal family, and he should know more about the truth than me."

Jing Wenhao touched the blisters on the palm of his hand, and said, "It's because I want to protect the person I want to protect, that's why I came to learn martial arts!"

He understood these truths, but he was too excited before, so he temporarily forgot these truths, so everyone in the entire imperial capital knew that he liked Mr. Su. Immediately afterwards, the reputation of Mr. Su spread, It is said that he is the most beautiful woman in the imperial capital, and the daughter of the prime minister's family is nothing at all. Otherwise, how could Xiaoyao Wang, who has never looked down on other women and Shuang'er, fall in love with him?

Therefore, every time Jing Wenhao thinks of this, he becomes jealous every time, and when he hears someone asking about Su Nuo in his ear, he wants to sew those people's mouths shut.

Therefore, he now plans to quickly learn something and make a career, so that he can protect the person he wants to protect, and firmly grasp Fu Lang's heart.There are so many people out there admiring Fulang, what if one day he snatches his dear husband away and he can't beat him?

He also knew that the struggle for power in the royal family was very fierce, and people would die if they didn't pay attention, although he didn't want that position at all.Only when his father, mother and concubine protect him, can he eat, drink and play as he pleases. If one day, these amulets are lost, he will still be a lump of mud. I believe that what awaits him will be death, and as his princess Su Nuo will definitely not end well.

Jing Wenhao stood up and said to Song Hong, "I'm going for a run, General Song, take your time." Then he ran away.

Song Hong looked at his back, smiled and shook his head, and began to drink tea with relish.

Chapter 47

"His..."

In the dark night, in the silent room, came an abrupt voice.

The moonlight flooded the courtyard, and the mottled tree shadows passed through the window, reflecting on the floor of the room, a dark mass, swaying with the wind.Under the dim candlelight, Jing Wenhao sat on the bed, gasping for cold air from time to time, occasionally crooked the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and moved his feet.

"do not move!"

Su Nuo sat on the edge of the bed with a cold face, his long black hair was hanging loose, and he was only wearing obscene clothes. He put Jing Wenhao's feet on his lap, grabbed his feet with one hand, and held the The embroidery needle, with its head down, calmly pierced the blisters on the soles of his feet one by one, and then squeezed out all the pus inside.

Jing Wenhao propped his hands behind him, not daring to move, his eyes were fixed on Su Nuo, and he looked at his feet from time to time.

After a while, Su Nuo finally popped all the blisters on Jing Wenhao's feet, wiped his feet, applied ointment, moved his feet to the bed, put the ointment away, washed his hands outside, wiped his Cleaned up and walked in again.

"Fulang...my hands and feet hurt so much!" Jing Wenhao sat on the bed, looked at his husband with a begging and aggrieved expression, and raised his gauze-wrapped hands: "For husband I'm sure I won't be able to sleep tonight."

In fact, he didn't feel the pain. A man should not shed tears even if his leg is broken, otherwise he would be too spineless, but Jing Wenhao didn't care about it, he just wanted to seek some benefits from Fu Lang , now there are no outsiders, and it doesn't matter whether you have backbone or not.

Su Nuo went to bed and covered the two of them with the quilt. Hearing this, he looked at him suspiciously and said, "Before, Yizhi didn't complain about the pain when his arm was injured. Now it's just a few blisters. It hurts so much. ?"

Jing Wenhao nodded as a matter of course: "It really hurts, Fulang, you don't know that General Song is so cruel. He actually asked me to chop ten bamboos with a rusty big knife and run fifty laps around the palace. I was exhausted and only ran [-] laps, and I have to make up the remaining [-] laps tomorrow, I went to learn martial arts and was not abused, I think he just wanted to take this opportunity to take revenge on me." He had a look on his face. He looked at his husband in horror.

Su Nuo lay down with a calm expression, and then said: "My lord is not going to sleep tonight?" In fact, he doesn't know much about the hardships of learning martial arts, but he has only read books on this subject, and said that he is a man who suffers from the hardships Venerable Master, learning martial arts is not an easy task, not to mention that Jing Wenhao has already reached the crown, if he doesn't put in some hard work, he may not be able to learn well.

Jing Wenhao turned over and attached himself to his body, put his hands on both sides, lowered his head and said, "Fu Lang doesn't even rub Wei Fu, how can Wei Fu sleep? We haven't made love for several days. Touch it, it's very hard here."

As he spoke, he picked up Su Nuo's hand and touched it under himself.

As soon as Su Nuo touched the hard object, he knew what it was, and quickly retracted his hand, his eyes widened slightly, and he said in a bad tone: "The prince has been injured like this, and he can still think about this kind of thing." I see, what you said just now is deceitful!" Moreover, this behavior was too frivolous.

Jing Wenhao figured it out, his husband called Yizhi when he was happy, and called him prince when he was unhappy, and he even called himself a 'subject', so he knew that he was angry at this time, but he continued to say without fear of death: "How can I It might be coaxing Fulang, my body really hurts badly, not only my hands and feet hurt, but my lower part also hurts badly." Saying that, he kissed Su Nuo's lips.

Su Nuo put his hand on his chest, pushed it, and said in a low voice: "My lord has been tired all day today, and he has to get up early to go to court tomorrow and learn martial arts with General Song, why don't you go to bed early!"

It’s okay if I didn’t say anything, as soon as Su Nuo said it, Jing Wenhao felt drowsy. He was really exhausted today, chopping bamboo and running again, but he still said: “Then let’s just do it once, anyway. It's still early."

Su Nuo had no choice but to do what he wanted...

The next day, before dawn, Su Nuo opened his eyes and looked at the sky outside. Feeling that the time was almost up, he pushed Jing Wenhao who was hugging him, and woke him up.

Jing Wenhao woke up with a confused face, then looked at Su Nuo ignorantly, unable to tell the difference between south, east and north, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he closed them again after a while, muttering: "Let this King, sleep a little longer..."

Su Nuo had no choice but to get up first, get dressed, and then pull Jing Wenhao up.

Fortunately, Jing Wenhao also cooperated well, otherwise he really couldn't afford it.

Called in all the maidservants waiting outside, and cleaned up Jing Wenhao together, stretched out his hand when asked him to stretch out his hand, and stretched out his foot when asked to stretch out his foot, just like a good-looking baby of a few years old.

Su Nuo wiped his face with a towel, only to see that he opened his eyes, his eyes were a little clear, and he yawned in a timely manner.

After working hard for more than half an hour, I finally got Jing Wenhao dressed, and then saw that he was finally fully awake.

Before going out, Jing Wenhao still hugged Su Nuo and kissed his forehead, then left the mansion with his guards, limping when he left.

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After Jing Wenhao came back from the palace, he went back to his room to change his clothes, went to the dining room to have breakfast, and then went to the study to accompany his husband, but within a moment, he heard a servant report that General Song had arrive.

Jing Wenhao felt that his hands and feet were hurting again, but he could only nod sadly, greeted his husband, walked out of the study, and followed General Song to the back mountain.

The first task Song Hong gave Jing Wenhao was to chop bamboo again. The weapon he gave him was still the blunt knife from yesterday, but the time he spent chopping bamboo was a little shorter than yesterday, but he didn't pay much attention to it. .

After painstaking efforts to cut down ten bamboos, they tied sandbags and started to run around.

After these [-] laps, Jing Wenhao was exhausted. He thought today's task was over, but Song Hong asked him to catch mice in the mansion. Who wants to catch those disgusting things?Jing Wenhao seriously suspected that Song Hong didn't take him seriously and played with himself.

Finally, after hearing Song Hong's repeated explanations and seeing Su Nuo coming again, he calmed down his anger a little.

Su Nuo questioned Song Hong, and when he learned the reason, he turned around and persuaded Jing Wenhao.

Jing Wenhao couldn't, although he hated that thing, he also knew that Song Hong, who had been a general, couldn't just play with himself, so he nodded and caught mice everywhere in the mansion, and he still used his bare hands.

Madan!Who said that practicing martial arts requires catching mice?Jing Wenhao felt that Song Hong was simply too strange, and it was quite intoxicating to think about asking him to catch mice. He must be still dreaming and not awake, otherwise how could Song Hong be so terrifying?

In the end, after exhausting all kinds of hard work, Jing Wenhao finally caught ten mice according to Song Hong's instructions, and there was absolutely no cheating one. Although Lingfeng and Baiyu wanted to help, they just followed behind them from a distance. Did not do it.

So, in the next ten days, apart from going to the morning court, what Jing Wenhao needs to do every day to practice martial arts is chopping bamboo, running in circles and catching mice.

As for going to Guanglu Temple to be on duty, there are no big palace banquets now, and the work is very leisurely, and it is useless to go there. Even if he succeeds in his studies in the future, he will have to change places, so as not to be in such a place where no shit stay on.

The pampered Jing Wenhao, after ten days of tempering, has developed a thick layer of calluses on his hands and soles, his body has become much stronger, and the skin on his face is much darker than before, but he is still handsome and unrestrained. , the Xiaoyao King who faces the wind in Yushu, has undiminished charm.

The most important thing is that he has caught all the mice in the palace, and now he can't even see a mouse hair, which makes the cats in the mansion who have been robbed of their errands feel a lot more leisurely.

At first, the three things that Jing Wenhao needed to do before practicing martial arts took him a whole day, but on the tenth day, he only needed half a day to complete these things.

So, on No. 11 days, Song Hong finally handed him two books, saying: "After the test of ten days, I found that the prince really has perseverance, which is admirable. These two books, One is inner strength and mind method, called Tianluo Jue, and the other is sword method, called Tianluo Sword Method, which is the secret book of martial arts handed down by my Song family ancestors."

"Oh? Does that mean that everything this king did a few days ago was in vain?" Jing Wenhao looked at Song Hong with dark eyes, as if saying that as long as you nod your head, or say 'yes', I will click immediately wiped you!

"It's not." Song Hong shook his head and said: "The things I asked you to do before are not useless, but are the foundation for the prince to learn martial arts. I will lend you these two books now, and the prince remembers to go back first. Take a good look at these two books, and it’s best to memorize them. Starting tomorrow, I will officially teach you what I have learned all my life. By the way, remember to return these two books tomorrow.”

Jing Wenhao flipped through the two dilapidated books casually, and said with disgust: "General Song asked me to learn the family skills of your Song family, so you don't want me to be your apprentice?" , I will finish memorizing these two books before tomorrow, is Song Hong sure he is not teasing him?

Song Hong laughed a few times, and said: "I do have this idea, but you are the prince, and I am just a courtier, so I don't dare to hope that the prince can worship me as a teacher."

Jing Wenhao nodded: "That's pretty much the same, but why do you want to take him as an apprentice?" In fact, he also wanted to say that their royal family has many martial arts cheats, but maybe these two books are much more advanced. must.

"Of course it's my lord. You have excellent bones and extraordinary aptitude. You are a genius in learning martial arts." It's just a pity that the past ten years of work have been wasted, otherwise King Xiaoyao must have become a top master by now.

"Wizards who learn martial arts?" Jing Wenhao looked suspicious and twitched the corners of his mouth. Why didn't he feel it at all?Song Hong must be talking nonsense seriously!

"My humble minister has absolutely no lies."

"Okay! Can this king go back now?" I don't know why he has to travel such a long way to talk in the back mountain since he doesn't do anything today, can't we just talk in the study?

"Of course, the prince can go back and take a good rest for a day, recharge his energy, and start learning martial arts tomorrow."

So, the two went down the mountain together, Song Hong left the palace, and Jing Wenhao went back to the courtyard to find his own husband.

Chapter 48 The Essence of Kung Fu and Exquisite Piano Skills

The sun was shining brightly, and in such a fine weather, on the back hill of Xiaoyao Wangfu, a gust of breeze blew slowly, and in the quiet and elegant bamboo forest, green bamboos swayed charmingly one after another.

In the depths of the bamboo forest that blocked the sun, a loud sound came from far away.

A figure shuttled back and forth in the bamboo grove, with ethereal movements, flying up and down, holding a big knife in his hand, slashing around incessantly, wherever he passed, it seemed like a strong wind was sweeping, and the withered and yellow bamboo leaves on the ground were blown into the air and merged into one After the figure left, the withered and yellow bamboo leaves kept falling like winter snowflakes, and there were many green and tender bamboo leaves mixed in.

It was an old man in a plain shirt, with white hair and eyebrows, benevolent eyebrows, a natural expression, smooth sword skills in his hands, and fast body movements. The head boy is generally agile.

Every move in Song Hong's hands seems to be understated, every move seems to be done casually, but the bamboo leaves are messed up all over the ground, other than that, it can't be seen that it has caused any impact on the surrounding scenery.

However, not so! ! !

Jing Wenhao stood not far away, with his hands behind his back, looking at his constantly turning figure with a serious and serious expression, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing a hint of doubt, and flashing an expression of sudden realization from time to time.

After a while, Song Hong finally restrained his movements, landed his feet on the ground, flipped his hands over, and put away the big knife. There was a sudden silence around him, he didn't even hear the birdsong, and he couldn't see it in the air. Half a bamboo leaf fluttered.

Song Hong stepped towards Jing Wenhao, and when he was half a foot away from him, there were clicking sounds around him, and then intertwined with the rumbling sound in their ears.

Jing Wenhao's expression was startled, and he quickly shifted his gaze to the place where Song Hong was showing his martial arts just now, only to see that the green bamboos that were originally safe and sound tilted to the side, tilted their heads and fell to the ground

Jing Wenhao stared at this scene with wide-eyed eyes, and hurriedly ran over in two steps, standing next to a fallen green bamboo, carefully grinding the neat and extremely smooth one with the mouth of a bowl. There was a knife mark, and his mouth opened slightly.

Song Hong came up from behind him and said, "Did you see it? This is the essence of the Tianluo sword technique. Even if the sword in your hand has become scrap iron, it can still cause such a tragic situation. Those you just practiced The moves are basically tricks, not to mention that they have no power at all, and the movements are also extremely blunt, if you continue to practice like you, even if you practice for another hundred or eighty years, you may not be able to achieve anything."

Jing Wenhao put away the expression on his face, still a little unbelievable in his heart, turned around and took the rusty big knife in his hand to look at it repeatedly, and tried the blade with his hand, it was obviously very blunt, not What an artifact.

He originally thought that the Tianluo Saber Technique was a little bit more advanced than ordinary exercises, but he didn't expect it to be so much more profound, reaching the realm where no sword is better than having a sword. He is absolutely sure that it was learned by the prince and the second brother. None of the exercises are as profound.

It can be seen that he picked up the treasure this time.

Concealing the excitement in his heart, he returned the knife in silence, but Song Hong stretched out his hand to stop him: "I have something else to do this afternoon, I want to take a leave of absence for the prince, and come back tomorrow, I wonder if it's okay? "

Jing Wenhao shrank his hand, put away the knife, nodded and said: "Of course, if General Song has something to do, just go, it's enough for me to practice martial arts alone. Ask General Song again."

The two left the back mountain together, and when they passed the front yard, they parted ways.

After watching Song Hong leave, Jing Wenhao casually threw back the big knife in his hand, and was caught in his hand by Lingfeng, who was hanging far behind him.

Jing Wenhao entered the courtyard and went straight to Su Nuo's study.

Walking halfway, I suddenly heard a quiet and elegant piano sound, which was melodious and long, touching.

Jing Wenhao kept walking while listening attentively, not sure who else in the mansion could play the piano besides Fu Lang, so he didn't turn around, but continued to walk towards the study.

Pushing open the door, sure enough, Fu Lang was not inside, so he turned around and walked in the direction of the piano sound.

Su Nuo was sitting in the glazed pavilion by the lotus pond, with a cold expression and a dignified posture. His slender, white fingers were stroking the strings of the zither. thing.

The blooming lotus in the lotus pond stands gracefully in the middle of the water. Under the background of huge green leaves, it looks extraordinarily fresh and natural. Under the cover of green leaves, fishes of all sizes shuttle back and forth, jumping out of the water from time to time Stretching out his head to look this way, he seemed to be attracted by Su Nuo's piano sound.

Xia Qing standing behind him showed an intoxicated expression on his face, nodding his head from time to time, while Xia Liu lowered his head, although he was also nodding, he put his hands to his mouth and yawned twice from time to time. Look, you can also find that his eyes are almost completely closed.

Suddenly, Su Nuo's subordinates moved quickly