Murong Yeâs figure appeared beside the rockery. He was holding a long sword and waving it quickly. The sharp blade reflected the cold light under the sun, dazzling. The agile sword strokes and the sharp splash were daunting!
After several days of sharpening in the barracks, his face was still white and clean, not tanned at all. His brow was covered with strong fortitude and concentration, which surprised all watchers.
He turned his wrist over and pointed his sword at the rockery. Suddenly, with a âbangâ, a large piece of the solid rockery was cut off, with rubble swirling and dust flyingâŚ
Murong Ye stood in the smoke and dust and neatly drew the sword back to its sheath. His dark jade-like pupils were gleaming with calmness and tenacity that had never been seen before.
âPrince Ouyang , how was my swordsmanship?â Murong Ye walked out of the smoke at a quick pace and looked at Ouyang Shaochen, eyes sparkling, with an open mind to consult.
âYour moves are skillful, and your wielding of swords is also standard. However, neither your skills are fast enough nor your strength strong enough. You have only learned half of sword techniques, and the remaining half needs to be honed carefullyâŚâ
Ouyang Shaochen commented flatly. Swordsmanship composed of shape and soul. Now Murong Ye had only learned the shape, but not the soul!
Murong Ye smiled shyly, âWhen will I learn the whole set of sword techniques?â
âPractice until your skills are fast, hard, and accurate, like thisâŚâ Ouyang Shaochen said lightly. Murong Yeâs sword in his hand was unconsciously transferred into his hand. Ouyang Shaochen wielded the sword lightly, a sharp splash swept through, and suddenly a thin and long broken mark appeared on the high rockery. The rockery quivered gently, slumped down, revealing a smooth, mirror-like incision, without any dustâŚ
Murong Ye was surprised, eyes staring. This was the real swordsmanship! He looked at Ouyang Shaochen full of admiration, âHow did you do that, Prince Ouyang?â
âConcentrate, combine internal force with the sword, and you can also do itâŚâ Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, suddenly remembering that Murong Ye has just begun to learn martial arts. Even if he understood what he meant, he could not know how to do it, âXun Feng, guide himâŚâ
âYes!â Xun Feng then appeared out of nowhere, took the sword and walked to the front of Murong YeâŚ
Murong Yeâs eyes were brightened. Xun Feng was Ouyang Shaochenâs personal bodyguard, so his martial arts should be very good. With Xun Fengâs guidance, his swordsmanship would certainly improve by leaps and boundsâŚ
Murong Xue picked her eyebrows. Xun Feng was a personal bodyguard, and he practiced mainly for killing. His clear-cut and agile moves may suitable for Murong Ye. After all, the latter could go to the battlefield one day. The sharp sword skills could enable him to protect himself and hurt the enemies from the fighting of tens of millions of peopleâŚ
âItâs getting late, letâs go and have breakfast!â After hearing the sound, Murong Xue learned it was Ouyang Shaochen who came to her.
Murong Xue blinked, âLetâs eat with my brother!â
âJudging by his glowing appearance, he must have eaten breakfast earlierâŚâ Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, taking Murong Xueâs small waist and walking slowly forward.
âBut it is just after dawn, he flew all the way back from the barracks, and it is impossible for him to have breakfastâŚâ Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaochen, bewildered.
âHe is focused on swordsmanship now, even if you call him to eat, he may not be willing to, let him practice first. If he is hungry, he will definitely order someone to prepare some breakfastâŚâ Ouyang Shaochen said softly and took Murong Xue into the Falling Snow Pavilion. He didnât want to have another man on the table with their two, even if that man was Murong YeâŚ
Murong Jian stood in a hidden corner, looked at Xun Feng who explained swordsmanship, and then looked at Murong Ye who listened attentively. In his eyes, there was a flash of deep and remote cold and dark light and he walked quietly to the Gentleness Garden.
In the Gentleness Garden, Murong Rou was lying on the bed covered with brocade quilt, her eyes closed, sound sleeping, and her little face was pale and bloodless. In the corner of the room, the golden stove emitted a faint scent, the scent curling up and filling the bedroom. But vaguely, he could smell the scent of blood.
Lady Du sat in front of the bed, holding a warm wet cotton handkerchief and gently wiping Murong Rouâs pale face. She sighed silently with sorrow in her eyes.
âMother!â As the anxious voice sounded, Murong Jian hurried in, looking dignified. He looked at the maids and nannies in the room hesitantly.
Lady Du waved away the maids and nannies and looked at him, âWhat happened?â
Murong Jianâs face darkened and he said slowly, âThe affair between Rouâer and Xu Wen, the illegitimate child, and the murder of Song Tianeen by Rouâer have spread all over the streets and lanes, and everyone scolds Rouâer for not being virtuous and shamelessâŚâ
Of course, Song Tianwen was also to be blamed by the publicâs view of having a mistress secretly and giving birth to an illegitimate son. However, Rouâer was pregnant with a bastard and tried to murder her own husband. In contrast, Song Tianwenâs fault appeared minor. All the people in the capital shook their heads, sighed and felt sympathy for the familyâŚ
âI knew it would be like this!â Lady Du said in a low voice. A slap hit on the table. Rouâer killed the bastard, pregnant with another bastard and injured Song Tianwen. The Wuâan Marquis Mansion would never forgive and forget, âHow was Song Tianwenâs injury?â
âHis life was saved, but he was badly burned and became a âeunuchâ. The situation is not very optimisticâŚâ Murong Jian shook his head and sighed silently.
Lady Du glanced at Murong Rouâs bloodless little face and sighed heavily, âRouâer was also seriously injured by Song Tianwen, and her child was dead. The doctor diagnosed that her uterus was punctured and she could no longer be pregnant. If she did not make Song Tianwen a eunuch, the feud between them would almost settle downâŚâ
But Rouâerâs ruthless moves destroyed the lifeblood of Song Tianwen, making him no longer able to have children. Having no children to inherit his family business was the end of his familyâs blood. The feud between Rouâer and Wuâan Marquis Mansion was big now. As Rouâerâs mother and brother, they would naturally join the conflict with Wuâan Marquis MansionâŚ
âWhat should we do now?â Lady Du looked at Murong Jian in a daze. She was just an old woman in the inner house, and could only handle some family duties. Although her heart was willing but she was not able to intervene in the external affairs.
Song Tianwen was seriously injured. His family would pay no attention to them for the time being. When Song Tianwenâs injury recovered, they would immediately turn the spearhead around.
Song Tianwen had become a eunuch. In the mind, he must hate Rouâer together with her family very much. When he woke up, he would definitely relentlessly go against them with malicious methodsâŚ
But how could he, the second master of the Marquis Mansion, be bullied?
Murong Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, âThere is only one way to deal with him!â
âWhat is it?â Lady Duâs eyes turned fiercely and looked at him expectantly.\n