stop!This is your junior brother!

"Ah Heng, does Green Bank have any meaning?"

"Why doesn't Ah Heng use the saber I gave you?"

"Ah Heng, the green bank is with me."

"Do you still think about him?"

"Aheng, I love you, and I won't take away what you love. Lu An? Isn't Lu An right by your side?"

"It's still within reach, it just has a different look."

……

"Lao Ning? Lao Ning! Wake up!"

Luo Shu patted Ning Heng's large acupoint on his back with one hand, and a cool internal force rushed into his body. Ning Heng woke up like a dream, and quickly adjusted the disordered internal force under Luo Shu's guidance.

Luo Shu was a little at a loss, and apologized: "I'm sorry Lao Ning, I just heard that your saber was lost, and I want to give you another one, I don't know..."

Ning Heng waved his hands and smiled wryly, "Brother Luo, it's not your fault, it's mine."

He took a deep breath and pulled out the sword in his hand inch by inch. The light of the sword was like water, with a hint of greenness as clear as spring water.If he hadn't known earlier... he would definitely admit his mistake at the first glance.

"I thought I saw it all, but I didn't expect that I would become a demon."

Ning Heng stroked the sword inch by inch with his hands, and there were many thoughts in his eyes. Every inch of the cold sword was an unforgettable memory.

This is a brand new sword that has never been stained with blood.

Luo Shu hesitated for a moment, and said: "Well, Lao Ning, if you don't like it, I have other swords here, they are all Hao Jians that cut iron like mud, but they don't have any special appearance..."

There are a lot of swords in his space, but they are produced in the mall, and they are mainly practical. It is fine not to insert a large iron piece directly into the iron block. It is simply delusional to want the appearance of the sword body.

"In short, I've got your saber! If I don't compete with you, I always feel that I have taken advantage."

Luo Shu looked at Ning Heng.

Ning Heng was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and smiled.

"I like this sword very much."

How could he not like it? This is his friend, who took the trouble to find the map, collected precious raw materials, and found a descendant of the sword maker back then to forge a sword for him.

I thought I would never see the sword left by my master back then, even if it wasn't the same two swords, it was still a sustenance.The length and weight of this sword is what he described, and the appearance of this sword is drawn by the master. This book was specially made for him, as a gift of crowning.

"Brother Xie Luo."

Ning Heng carefully placed the sword case on the ground, with the scabbard hanging on his waist, then flicked the sword with his fingers, and saluted Luo Shu with a sword.

Luo Shu's face became serious, and [-] pressed his hand to his waist, seemingly taking out the sword from his waist, but actually took out a sword from the space and handed it to Luo Shu.

Luo Shu also flicked the blade of the sword lightly in return.

The moment the two raised their heads and looked at each other, there was clearly no wind or rain, but it was as if a gust of wind was rising from all directions, and the two of them moved at the same time in a blink of an eye!

A sword goes with the wind, and a sword brings thunder!

……

This competition took a full hour, from the fall of the Golden Crow to the west, to the ascent of the Jade Rabbit to the east, from the top of the Zuixian Tower to the treetops in the backyard.When the two of them stopped and stood, they were sweating profusely, and they looked at each other and smiled.

"Amazing, Lao Ning! Refreshing!"

Luo Shu sheathed his sword and jumped off the treetop.

Ning Heng stretched out his hand and gently stroked the blade. Under the moonlight, the sword gently flowed with the greenness of spring water, and it was impossible to see the thrill just now.

After a while, he said softly, "New Year's Eve."

Luo Shu looked at him inexplicably, Ning Heng raised his head and said with a smile: "Brother Luo, I want to name this sword 'New Year's Eve', do you think so?"

Lunar New Year's eve?

Lunar New Year's eve.

Luo Shu put his hands together, let out a crisp sound, and said with a smile: "Good name! It's called New Year's Eve!"

***

Ran Cang was dreaming again.

He dreamed that he asked Ning Heng, "Ah Heng, why don't you wear the sword I gave you?"

In the dream, Ning Heng apologized: "I am used to the green bank, and I am used to using the green bank on weekdays, but the Mu'an you gave me, I will use it every day in sword practice."

Ran Cang was silent for a moment, and asked, "Ah Heng, does Green Bank have any meaning?"

His heart was filled with anger, he knew what Ning Heng would say.

Sure enough, Ning Heng turned his head with a smile, pulled out Lv An, and said cherishingly: "This sword was given to me by a very important person."

Important person?

Ran Cang's pupils shrank in the dream.

who is it?

Looking at Ning Heng's gentle eyes, he suddenly felt that the sword was extremely obtrusive.

……

Soon, Ning Heng lost his sword, and Ning Heng searched for it for a long time but could not find it.

He couldn't figure it out, with his own martial arts, which senior would make the move, and would use his own sword if nothing else.

"Did you lose Ah Heng's sword?"

Ran Cang looked at Ning Heng's mixed face of anger and sadness, his eyes were indistinguishable.

Ning Heng didn't notice his abnormality, "Yeah, I can't find it, I want to know who did it..."

Ran Cang looked fascinated at Ning Heng's flushed cheeks due to anger, and suddenly a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

All Ah Heng thinks about is him.

At this time, he and Ning Heng have been together for a full eight years.

Eight years are enough to bring about earth-shaking changes to a young man practicing martial arts, enough to bring a country that is already in turmoil to the brink of collapse, enough to make an abandoned prince develop his own power step by step.

In his spare time after practicing martial arts, Ning Heng would talk to Ran Cang about what happened in the rivers and lakes, but more and more, he began to talk about Qiongguo.

"The Martial Arts League sent envoys into the palace, but they were perfunctorily returned."

"Wulin has already made plans to join forces, and the Righteous Way and the Evil Way have also temporarily signed an agreement. I didn't expect that the last hurdle would actually be stuck on the emperor."

"The current emperor..."

Ning Heng didn't say the last half sentence, but Ran Cang knew what he wanted to say.

Today's emperor is too stupid.

Ran Cang didn't want to wait any longer.

An emperor who is so stupid will often not have a wise and wise prince who loves the people.Because such an emperor is not a king of subjugation, and the team left behind has been corroded by moths, and there is not much left. No matter how wise the prince is, he is powerless.

It should be like this.

But in this generation, such a huge anomaly as Ran Cang happened to be born.

When the history books commented on Ran Cang, the book said: "Qian Emperor was young, but he had great wisdom. He ascended the throne when Xian Qiong fell apart, reformed the government, removed moths and replaced them, and changed the name of the country to Qiong."

History books are often written by the victors, and some unsatisfactory fragments will inevitably be beautified and distorted.What they need is a perfect ruler.

Therefore, it is not mentioned in the history books that Ran Cang was not the prince.It was not mentioned that Ran Cang was originally a deposed prince in the harem, looking through the history books of the past, I am afraid there are only a few strokes, and even the concubines favored by the former emperor are probably more than what is described about him.

This "great wisdom" is vague, and how many people know how long Ran Cang prepared in private to gather such a large force for him to use and force the former emperor to abdicate.

How could that "removing moths" describe Ran Cang's thunderous tricks, half of the important court officials were dusted in the sky, and all the moths in the court and the old officials who opposed him were wiped out.

How could those few words of "illness, sudden death" restore the truth that Ran Cang almost killed the late emperor and his brothers and sisters.

The sky is in turmoil, and a new emperor is replaced.

The Wulin has been in a wait-and-see state. They are not sure what the temperament and conduct of the emperor this time will be, whether he will be cruel and fatuous, or greedy.The emperor this time is so strange, before he ascended the throne, they didn't even know that there was a prince named Ran Cang.

Only Ning Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Everything is changing, and Ran Cang is very busy. It is wishful thinking to bring the whole country back to life by himself, but Ran Cang does not feel tired. Thinking of the life in the corner of the harem before, he feels that the life now is much more comfortable. .

Very comfortable.

Except that I don't have time to see Ning Heng, everything is fine.

One day, Ran Cang was free and went out to try his luck, but he didn't expect to meet Ning Heng in the hut where the two usually meet.

Ning Heng was overjoyed to see him, until Ran Cang told him that his surname was Ran.

"Ah Heng, I'm sorry, I lied to you. In fact, my surname is Ran, not Chang."

His surname is Ran, the Ran of the royal family.

And Chang is the surname of his mother who was born as a slave.

"Ah Heng, are you unhappy?"

Ran Cang cautiously looked at Ning Heng's expression, which was definitely not happy.

Ning Heng fell silent.

He had felt it a long time ago, but he thought it was true, but he didn't want it to be true.

As the leader of the alliance, he knew Ran Cang's potential and ambition, and believed that he would be a good emperor.But as Ning Heng, he didn't want his child, who was regarded as his younger brother and apprentice, to face the mess in front of him.

There are enemy countries outside, and internal troubles inside.

Stormy, and not just in the literal sense.

Ning Heng thought for a long time, and discussed with Wu Lin for a long time, and finally, he said.

"Your Majesty, we will assist you."

Ah Cang, I will help you.

Ran Cang still remembers Ning Heng at that time, just like meeting him for the first time, he was shining.

……

Ran Cang got up, the dream this time was considered peaceful, it could even be called a warm memory, when he got up he was also extremely peaceful, with a curved mouth.

After leaving the secret room, he asked the guarding father-in-law, "What time is it?"

"Go back to the emperor, it's noon." The father-in-law paused, looked at Ran Cang's expression, and said again: "The crown prince and the holy hand have been waiting outside for a long time."

Ran Cang nodded, "Let them in."

The father-in-law asked: "Does the emperor not need some food? The imperial dining room is warm. And..." The father-in-law said cautiously: "The empress also sent tremella porridge made by herself."

Ran Cang frowned and said, "I have no appetite right now."

The father-in-law bowed down and said yes, he didn't dare to say more, and invited the outsiders in.

One was dressed in the prince's fancy clothes, and the other was wearing a white suit and a bamboo hat. They were Ran Xingchen and Zi Chehen.

Seeing that the rumored holy hand just bent down and cupped his hands, Ran Cang was a little displeased, but he didn't express it on his face.

"I heard the name of the genius doctor earlier."

"How dare you."

Zi Chehen didn't say much, just took out the wrist pillow and handkerchief, and the father-in-law who was serving at the side hurriedly said: "Why do you bring these?" Come, put down the salute and retreat.

However, there was another person following behind.

Wu Lao.

After he asked Ran Cang, he looked away, obviously not planning to leave.

Seeing that Ran Cang's expression was not surprising, Zi Chehen sneered in his heart, and went straight to the diagnosis without any delay.

After a while, Zi Chehen put the handkerchief back on the tray, and said calmly, "It's poison, it's called Menghuan."

Wu Lao frowned, as if he had never heard the name of this poison, and asked, "Is the genius doctor sure?"

Zi Chehen nodded, "Ninety percent."

He lowered his eyes and took a sip of his tea.

How could you not be sure.

This poison had already been let down into his body silently when the first wound was cut in the martial arts competition between him and the big brother.