The county horse is a medicine jar

The illness came and went quickly, Lin Sishen finally regained her energy after lying on the bed for two days, she got up early in the morning, washed and changed her clothes, then asked Mo Zhu to bring her saber, she was going to find her family in the mansion There will be two tricks.

Mo Zhu held the sword in his hands, and his pretty face was full of doubts: "When did you become so diligent?"

Lin Sishen couldn't say that after she was hunted down last time, she made up her mind to practice martial arts well.

She gracefully took the sword and put it behind her back, raised her eyebrows and said: "Move your muscles and bones, this time I have been lying on the bed for two whole days, and my legs and feet are weak."

Mo Zhu smiled: "Young master, if you want to practice swords, you don't need to go to the general, just go to the back garden."

Lin Sishen was puzzled: "What are you doing in the back garden?"

"Eldest Prince has been practicing swords in the back garden early in the morning these two days." After Mo Zhu finished speaking, he added: "The Princess is in Lanyue Pavilion every morning, and now the back garden is very lively."

Lin Sishen was stunned, the eldest brother would actually walk out of the yard and wield the sword again.

Seemingly seeing Lin Sishen's doubts, Mo Zhu fortunately told her everything that happened during the two days of her illness.

"The eldest son came here on the day when the son was ill, and happened to meet the princess. The two chatted in the yard for a while. The next day, the eldest son went to the back garden to practice swords. He was much more energetic. General and madam Knowing this, I was very happy, and praised the princess for her ability to persuade the eldest son's elm bump."

The smile on Lin Sishen's face disappeared, she frowned and asked: "What did the two of them say? Have you ever heard it?"

Mo Zhu shook his head: "Never."

After she finished speaking, she took a careful look at Lin Sishen's face, and said in a low voice, "My lord should be happy, this is a good opportunity."

Lin Sishen tightened her hand holding the sword, and she asked back, "What a good opportunity."

Mo Zhu glanced at her, and said with some resentment: "You were very clever in the past, why are you suddenly dull today? Naturally, this is a good chance to get rid of the princess. Yesterday, the servant saw the eldest son smiling at the princess. When did you ever see the eldest son smile at a woman?"

Lin Sishen's breath was choked by her words, she stared blankly at Mo Zhu: "You mean, as long as the princess likes eldest brother, I can get away."

Mo Zhu nodded, and reminded with a deep meaning: "Although the eldest son has broken his arm, in the eyes of outsiders, he is still many times stronger than the son. Besides, if the eldest son really likes the princess, then the matter For the young master, it is all benefits and no harm."

"indeed."

What Mo Zhu said was also Lin Sishen's first reaction, but she still cared about Shen Qinghou's identity, not her identity as the princess, but her identity in front of the man in black at Xichen Temple that day.

What she is most afraid of is that Shen Qinghou's secret plan will involve the general's mansion.

But if the elder brother really likes Shen Qinghou, she...should she consider it for the elder brother.

The eldest brother has been immersed in the pain of a broken arm all these years, thinking that he is a useless and useless person, no matter how his family persuades him, it is useless, but Shen Qingwan only talked with him for a while, and he actually held the sword again.

She spent so much time trying to help her elder brother cheer up, but now it was Shen Qinghou who persuaded him.

Seeing Lin Sishen's face darken, Mo Zhu half-jokingly said, "Could it be that you are jealous, young master?"

Lin Sishen frowned, raised his eyes and said in dissatisfaction: "What are you talking about, why should I be jealous of her?"

Mo Zhu smiled, and looked sideways at Lin Sishen, with a trace of inquiry in her eyes: "After all, the princess is still the son's fiancee in name, if the son feels a little uncomfortable, it's human nature."

Lin Sishen put the sword on the table, and said solemnly: "You don't want to talk nonsense before you slap the horoscope. Even if the elder brother is persuaded by the princess, he may not be happy with her."

Mo Zhu nodded, since Lin Sishen didn't want to talk about it, she just shut up knowingly.She looked at Lin Sishen's sword on the table, and asked again: "Then do you want to practice this sword or not?"

Lin Sishen stood up holding the sword: "Of course I have to practice, I have to go to my elder brother to practice."

When he came to the back garden, Lin Sishen could see a group of maids surrounded by the white wall from a distance, looking inside excitedly, and cheering from time to time, presumably they were peeking at Lin Sitao practicing sword practice.

Lin Sishen ignored them and walked straight over, and sure enough, he saw Lin Sitao who was wearing a bunt and practicing sword beside Lanyue Pavilion.

Unsurprisingly, Shen Qinghou was also there, she was wearing a Tsing Yi, and accompanied by Lan Qing, she made tea in Lanyue Pavilion,

Under the tree halfway across the lake, Lin Sitao held a sword in his left hand, his body was as agile and vigorous as a long ape, and his sword-like aura pierced through the Changhong's cold light, which made people feel fascinated when viewed from a distance.

Lin Sishen's face showed joy, she walked over quickly, and stood not far away, her eyes shining brightly, looking at Lin Sitao's leaping figure wielding his sword without blinking.

Lan Qing caught a glimpse of her carrying a sword in Ting Luoxia, and chuckled lightly and said, "Look, Princess, the young master is also here with a sword."

Shen Qinghou smiled without saying a word, took a small peck from the teacup, and glanced leisurely across Lin Sishen.

A set of sword moves was quickly finished, Lin Sitao neatly put away the sword formula and let out a long sigh, then turned his head to look at Lin Sishen up and down, and said loudly: "Is he cured?"

"Yeah." Lin Sishen nodded, and greeted him with a smile and flattery: "Brother, even if you don't practice swords like this, you are still so good."

Lin Sitao smiled, looked down at the long sword in his hand that was emitting a cold light, and said with a wry smile: "You, don't flatter me, I have abandoned the sword for so long, and the martial style sword moves have long since become unfamiliar, let alone the left-handed sword. sword."

Lin Sishen looked at him with his eyes shining, and said in a brisk but firm tone, "So what, I think elder brother's left-handed sword is not inferior to his right hand at all. Throughout the ages, there have been many swordsmen who use the left hand. As long as elder brother practices diligently, he will be able to regain his strength in time." Rejuvenate the glory of the past."

Lin Sitao smiled heartily, then looked at the sword she was carrying behind her back, raised his eyebrows and said, "Look at you holding a sword too, could it be that you want to fight me a few tricks?"

Lin Sishen drew his sword out of its sheath, raised his chin with a confident face: "That's exactly what I meant, Coach Li taught me a lot of sword moves, I have never fought against my brother, today is just the time to try."

Seeing her look like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, Lin Sitao became interested, and he reminded with a half-smile: "Then you have to be careful, I practiced the left-handed sword in my early years."

Lin Sishen narrowed her eyes and grinned, watching the rising sun pass by Lin Sitao's face, she stepped forward suddenly, drew her sword and pointed at the long sword in Lin Sitao's hand, and shouted: "Accept the move."

"Shameless little thief, how dare you sneak attack."

Lin Sitao flipped his sharp wrist, and the sound of the sword swayed away from the point of Lin Sishen's attack. With a soft shout, he took a step forward and wrestled with Lin Sishen.

The two fought back and forth for a long time. Although Lin Sishen was not as strong as Lin Sitao's brute force, but relying on his dexterity, he almost knocked off the long sword in Lin Sitao's hand several times.

However, no matter how dexterous he was, he couldn't compare to Lin Sitao's fierce sword move. After one move failed, Lin Sishen was unsurprisingly lifted the long sword in his hand by Lin Sitao.

Hearing a muffled sound, Lin Sishen turned his head in surprise, and looked at the long sword stuck in the grass beside him.

She lowered her eyes and smiled, just for a while, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, she shook her head helplessly and said to Lin Sitao, "Shen'er bows down."

Lin Sitao nodded, and commented with some dissatisfaction: "The body technique is good, and the sword moves are quite satisfactory, but the strength is not enough."

Lin Sishen explained helplessly; "Brother, you also know that I have always been in poor health."

The two were talking, when Lan Qing suddenly came over, bowed to the two and said, "You two, the princess is here to invite you."

Lin Sishen followed his elder brother one after the other into the pavilion, and Shen Qinghou, who was sitting upright, looked up at Lin Sishen, then flicked his sleeves and pointed to the two cups of tea on the stone table: "You two, please drink some tea." .”

Lin Sitao saluted Shen Qinghou respectfully: "Thank you Princess."

Lin Sishen on the side sat down unceremoniously as soon as she entered the pavilion. Seeing Lin Sitao being so polite, she felt a little uncomfortable, so she followed suit, "Thank you, Princess."

Lin Sitao sat down neatly, raised the teacup to signal to Shen Qinghou, and then took a small sip, then his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "It really is good tea."

Before Shen Qinghou could speak, Lan Qing said proudly: "Of course, this is the tea made by my princess himself."

Lin Sishen felt her mouth was dry, and she gulped down the tea as soon as she picked it up, and when she finished drinking, she heard Lan Qing's words, she put down the teacup in embarrassment, and said with a sneer, "It's really good tea."

Shen Qinghou's face was cold, facing Lin Sitao's praise, he just smiled coldly out of courtesy.

On the contrary, seeing Lin Sishen's embarrassment after swallowing the dates, she lowered her eyes with a half-smile.

The pavilion fell into silence for a moment, and no one spoke. Just as Lin Sishen coughed lightly to break the calm, a pure white silk handkerchief exuding a fragrance suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You've just recovered from your illness, wipe off your sweat and be careful not to catch a cold."

She froze for a moment, and raised her eyes to meet Shen Qinghou's cold gaze.

After coming out of the pavilion, Lin Sishen followed his elder brother across the long corridor, and Lin Sishen followed behind him in silence.

The two walked for a while, before Lin Sitao spoke first: "Shen'er, the Princess seems to treat you differently."

Lin Sishen held the soft and white silk handkerchief in her hand, she didn't recover for a moment, she subconsciously asked: "What's the difference?"

Lin Sitao was silent for a long time when he heard the words, and then walked for a while, then he stopped and turned to look at Lin Sishen, frowning tightly, he hesitated to speak: "She is a good woman, don't lie to her."