Out of a warrior's intuition, he opened his eyes and grabbed the hand holding the sword.
"ah!"
There was a short low cry from inside the carriage, Nan Yan shook her hands in fright, and the short sword in her hand fell down.
"Emperor, Your Majesty..."
"..."
Zhu Feng didn't speak, just frowned, looked at her little face that was bled from fright, then lowered his head, and saw the sword that fell on the car board——
A small wooden sword.
He reached out to pick it up: "What is this?"
Nan Yan hurriedly said: "The emperor forgives the sin, this, this is a wooden sword, it can't hurt people. The slaves are not—"
Apparently, she thought she suspected she was going to kill.
But just at that moment, even he almost thought that he was being assassinated, if it wasn't because he saw that the person holding the sword was her.
Zhu Feng coughed lightly, and only said, "I ask you, what are you doing?"
"Wooden sword... for self-defense."
"Self-defense?"
"Well, it was Xiaoyu who gave it to my servant," Nan Yan looked up at him, and said softly, "Before, my servant asked Xiaoyu to teach her some self-defense methods, so that in case of danger, even if this servant cannot protect the emperor, At least, it won't drag the emperor down."
"..."
"So, she pared a handful of this for the slave."
Zhu Feng didn't speak for a while.
Just looking at her cautious and serious look, she was a little annoyed and a little funny.
After a while, he said, "What can you do with this thing?"
After speaking, he threw the wooden sword aside.
"Why!"
Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, and before she had time to speak, Zhu Feng had already pulled out a dagger from his waist and handed it to her.
"You, use this."
Feeling a heavy hand, Nan Yan looked down, it was a dagger made of fine steel. Pulling the sword out of its sheath, a cold light shot out immediately.
The blade is thin and sharp.
Can feel an invisible but oncoming spirit.
Even a layman can tell that this is a good sword.
Although it is only as long as my own arm, but no matter how long it is, I may not be able to hold it.
Nan Yan looked up at Zhu Feng in surprise, "Your Majesty, this—"
"This is called a sword, you know."
Zhu Feng rolled her eyes and pulled her in front of him: "I will teach you."
Feeling his chest pressed against her back, a breath that only belonged to him immediately enveloped herself, Nan Yan was a little nervous, and she held it tighter.
Zhu Feng lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "When wielding a sword, use strength with your wrist so that you can be flexible."
He took her hand and taught her to hold on to the hilt
"The usage of the sword mainly includes hitting, stabbing, pointing, lifting, striking, stirring... You can't remember too much, just remember these few things."
"..."
"The sword is not heavy, and it doesn't need strength, it just needs skill and agility."
"..."
At this time, Nanyan was both nervous and excited.
Her head was sweating continuously, but she gritted her teeth and tried her best to remember what Zhu Feng told her.
Zhu Feng held her hand and sword, and taught her every strike method, saying: "The dancers you see dancing with swords are all ostentatious. In actual combat, you don't need so many movements."
"..."
"If you have those moves, someone will hurt you with a sword."
Nan Yan bit her lower lip and nodded slightly.
Little by little, follow what he taught.
Although the carriage was spacious, it was just a carriage after all, and she couldn't use it alone with a sword in her hand. She could only try her best to understand what Zhu Feng taught her.
Just as she stabbed out with a sword, already with precise strength, Zhu Feng nodded slightly, the carriage stopped.
"Your Majesty, you've arrived in the north of the city."