[Seventy-five] King of Xiangyang is super fierce

Lao Xu is from the south of the Yangtze River. He has a sweet taste, and his dishes are exquisite and light. For breakfast, he prepares fish fillets in milk sauce, almond bergamot, steamed cheese with sugar, lotus leaf soup and crystal winter melon dumplings.

Zhao Dehan filled a bowl of lotus leaf soup for everyone, and the chestnut powder cake and green rice porridge that King Xiangyang had previously served were cold, so he put them aside and did not move any more.

Xiao Tuan finished his porridge from his mother, sat on the chair and swayed his legs, seeing that the adults were eating their own things, blinked his big eyes, and suddenly reached out and took a piece of chestnut powder that was not noticed Cake, carefully hid it in the sleeve.

Little Radish Ding thinks his body is seamless, which was noticed by the King of Xiangyang and Zhan Zhao. The King of Xiangyang saw that he took a piece and took it again, so he couldn't help saying: "Xiaotuan, you have hidden it in your sleeve. What is it?"

Xiaotuan's sneaking was caught, his little face was flushed, and he shook his head desperately with his hands behind his back.

King Xiangyang's voice sank two points: "Why, you still don't want to tell the truth?"

Qin Yu was busy feeding Xiaoyuan just now, and didn't pay attention to Xiaotuan's movements for a while, and immediately hugged Xiaotuan when he saw this, and asked nervously: "Tuan'er, what mother said, you can't lie no matter what, tell mother , did you take something?"

Xiaotuan pursed her mouth aggrievedly, took out the chestnut flour cake that was about to shatter into powder from her sleeve, and said in a crying voice: "Xiaotuan didn't do it on purpose, mother, I only took a piece of chestnut flour cake... "

When King Xiangyang saw him crying, his heart suddenly softened, and he said softly: "I don't want to blame you, but I just want to know what you are doing with this chestnut flour cake. If you are not full, why don't you eat these on the table?"

Qin Yu's heart was also clenched, and he said pitifully: "My lord, Xiaotuan is still young, maybe he is just playful, and hid a piece of pastry in his sleeve, please don't punish him..."

Xiaotuan immediately denied it when he heard the words: "Mother, Xiaotuan is not playful and will not waste food! I am not for fun...!"

King Xiangyang raised his eyebrows slightly: "What is that for?"

Xiao Tuan lowered his head, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "I'm afraid I won't be able to eat next time..."

He, his sister, and his mother have been hungry for too long. Since he was sensible, he has not had a few full meals, plus...

In addition, this is the palace, not his home, they can't stay here forever, maybe he won't be able to eat these delicious food for the next meal.

He also didn't dare to hide those steaming fresh things. Seeing that no one would eat this chestnut powder cake, he wanted to steal it and hide it as dry food. No one would eat it, so why couldn't he save it for them to eat later?

King Xiangyang lowered his eyes, put down his chopsticks, Xiaotuan was sitting on his left side, and he stretched out his hand to pull the child's limp little hand in front of him.

Qin Yu was apprehensive, and stared at King Xiangyang's movements until she saw that King Xiangyang just took a towel to wipe Xiaotuan's hands, and she didn't let go of her heart a little.

While wiping Xiaotuanrou's little hands, the King of Xiangyang said calmly: "Xiangyang is the fiefdom of this king. Although it is not as prosperous as Kyoto, the people live and work in peace and contentment. Your Qin family's wine shop is doing good business. Could it be Make Xiaotuan and Xiaoyuan hungry?"

Qin Yu's face turned pale in an instant, and the pretty face that was originally a beautiful face lost all blood immediately, "No... no..., I have never been hungry."

Xiaotuan looked at his mother puzzled, she taught him not to lie, but they have been lying since they came here.

"Oh, is that so?" King Xiangyang thought to himself that this woman was more deceitful than he imagined, and stopped asking aggressively. He calmly drank the lotus leaf soup in his bowl, and then looked at the other Zhan Zhao who was drinking porridge quietly.

Qin Yu finished feeding the two children with bundled hands and feet, and then retreated with the children. The King of Xiangyang didn't make a sound to stop him, but put his hands on the table, his eyes seemed to be looking at Zhan Zhao, and he seemed to be in a daze.

Zhan Zhao was not annoyed at all, and smiled at him, "What is the prince thinking?"

King Xiangyang didn't think about anything, he was too full and just lost his mind, when asked by Zhan Zhao, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"I didn't think of anything."

This Zhan Zhao is also strange, why he is also a person in the Jianghu, and he is usually stained with a lot of blood, and he stays with him, but he doesn't feel depressed at all, but feels that eating is such a smoldering thing. It also becomes poetic.

His hands are also quite beautiful, whether holding a sword or chopsticks, they are slender and clean, with an elegant demeanor.

The King of Xiangyang saw that he was also slowly finishing his meal, and said, "Zhan Zhao, you... you still remember what you said last night about teaching me how to practice the sword?"

Zhan Zhao was slightly taken aback, "Naturally."

The backyard of the palace is still large. Zhan Zhao walked along the corridor with King Xiangyang and saw the vegetable garden of the palace that Zhao Dehan was so proud of. A crack appeared on his calm and reserved face.

"This is…….."

The King of Xiangyang smiled and said: "You are self-sufficient. Now you only rely on the little salary from the imperial court to support your family. Naturally, you have to find a way!"

"Why, guard Zhan thinks there's something wrong?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head.

This method is very good, you can let Kaifeng Mansion try it when you go back, Master Bao, who is always thrifty, will be very happy.

Zhan Zhao taught him how to practice the sword in the backyard. The King of Xiangyang started from scratch, so Zhan Zhao first taught him the posture of holding the sword.

Using a tree branch instead of a sharp sword, Zhan Zhao took the hand of King Xiangyang, and when the King of Xiangyang held it firmly, Zhan Zhao said: "Concentrating on practicing swords is the most basic and most valuable cultivation for a swordsman. You have to treat it as if I am not by your side." , there is only you here."

A living person like Zhan Zhao was right next to him, and the two of them were surprisingly close. It was too difficult for the King of Xiangyang to treat him as if he didn't exist.

King Xiangyang tried his best to concentrate, but there was still a pounding heartbeat in his chest, making him unable to calm down, and could only say: "I can't do it."

Zhan Zhao clenched his hand even more, and King Xiangyang felt that the force covering his hand suddenly became much heavier. It was just a branch, and in his hand, there was a trace of sword energy and killing intent. .

The King of Xiangyang was gradually attracted by the buzzing and trembling force in his hand, he got up all his energy and tried his best to feel the sense of tension that was about to explode from Zhan Zhao.For a moment, the heaven and the earth seemed to have lost their voice. King Xiangyang closed his eyes, and Senhan's sword energy swept across his arm slowly from one end of the branch.

King Xiangyang slowly raised the branch, pointed to the sky, and held it flat against his chest. Even he himself was almost shocked by the sword energy swayed by the wind.

King Xiangyang couldn't help but opened his eyes, only to realize that Zhan Zhao had let go of his hand at some point, and was looking at him seriously from the sidelines.

King Xiangyang was both surprised and delighted: "How can I hold a sword?"

Zhan Zhao said: "The body already has a memory, even if you don't know martial arts, when you hold a sword, you will still have a habitual movement."

"only…….."

Seeing that Zhan Zhao's brows were deeply furrowed, King Xiangyang couldn't help asking, "Just what?"

"It's just that Zhao Jue's two channels of Ren and Du have already been opened up. If you don't know how to use his internal strength, it still won't help."

The king of Xiangyang was poured with cold water head-on, feeling extremely depressed: "Can't we learn this?"

"It's possible, but it will be a little troublesome."

And... not everyone can pass the three levels and walk around the sky.Martial arts practice is a matter of chance and cannot be forced.

Zhan Zhao didn't tell him what happened next, maybe it was because King Xiangyang's desire was too strong, and he couldn't bear to tell it directly, or maybe he wanted to do his best to help King Xiangyang too much.

The King of Xiangyang smiled, knowing that Zhan Zhao didn't mean to hurt his self-confidence, so he said, "It's okay, do my best, if I really can't practice martial arts, it's nothing."

Zhan Zhao stood back behind him again, and firmly tightened the hand covering King Xiangyang's hand. Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was the weather, King Xiangyang's hand suddenly had an aura of impending doom, obviously just standing there In the stable backyard, it seems that you are on a lonely peak far away, with the wind lingering like clouds on the surface.

King Xiangyang grasped the sword, Zhan Zhao held him, exerted a little strength, and waved the branch forward: "A branch is no better than a real sword. A sword has a flat edge and a sharp edge. You have to fight with the edge side, and you can only fight with a sword." smoothly."

As soon as the King of Xiangyang heard him speak and looked at him involuntarily, his hand lost strength, Zhan Zhao's face became serious, and he wiped his hand along King Xiangyang's arm forcefully, saying: "Look at the sword, don't look at me."

The King of Xiangyang averted his eyes in pain, concentrated his attention, and stabbed forward fiercely in the direction of Zhan Zhao's force. Zhan Zhao's eyes were like lightning, and he directed him to draw a circle from front to back on the branch. Seeing the dust on the ground, a terrible groove three inches deep and three feet long was instantly drawn on the grass, which was clean, sharp and ruthless.

King Xiangyang couldn't help clicking his tongue.

This is just a branch... If it is really a sword, the ground will be completely split, right? ?

Zhan Zhao saw that the king of Xiangyang was also very intelligent, so his expression relaxed a bit, he smiled and let go of him and said, "It seems that using a sword is not difficult for the prince. Tomorrow I will teach you how to move your breath and adjust your internal strength."

King Xiangyang heaved a sigh of relief and scratched his chin, "Then when will you come tomorrow?"

Zhan Zhao thought for a while, "Come when you're done."

The King of Xiangyang thought to himself, Kaifeng Mansion has a lot of official affairs. Doesn't this sentence mean that he rejects himself in disguise?

Zhan Zhao looked at King Xiangyang's full face of "Please come quickly, can you?" He seemed very unhappy, hesitated for a while, and added: "There is no case to deal with recently, so I can come here after patrolling early in the morning."

King Xiangyang's face was a little burning, he nodded, tried to forget his expression that seemed too obvious just now, and comforted himself: Zhan Zhao must not have seen his expression to add that sentence, um.

He wasn't in a hurry, really.