Shen Lou stepped forward, looked down at Lin Xin who was drinking alcohol, the light peach blossom color stained the corners of his eyes red, and the dark blue eyes were covered with light water vapor. Like a fluffy wolf cub, lying on his back and taking a nap after eating and drinking.
"What's the business of the young master visiting late at night?" Shen Lou sat down and put one hand on his side.
"Of course I came to warm the bed," Lin Xin put his arms around Shen Lou's neck, pulled him over, and said very seriously, "I admitted in front of the prince that I am your bed warmer, why don't you come? Make the prince suspicious."
When it came to warming the bed, Shen Lou couldn't help but blushed. At that time, I didn't know that Lin Xin was reborn, and I tricked him into sleeping with me, and I didn't know how Lin Xin laughed at him in my heart. His eyes drifted away, and he let Lin Xin dangle around his neck, "The prince has a lot of things to do every day, so he shouldn't care about such trivial matters."
"That's hard to say," Lin Xin pulled Shen Lou onto the bed, and rubbed on him with the strength of alcohol, "For a perfect model of a family like you, there should be some bad rumors to reassure the royal family."
"What rumor?" Shen Lou asked hoarsely.
Lin Xin smiled softly, but did not answer. It must be interesting to suddenly regret not getting Shen Lou drunk, taking advantage of the moonlight to become a stain on Shen Qingque's life. If Shen Lou did that with him at this age, maybe he would never be able to leave him again.
Lin Xin couldn't hold back such thoughts once they came out. Lin Xin stared at Shen Lou's gently sliding Adam's apple quite emotionally, like a cat staring at a lively fish in a tank. calculating.
"Shen Qingque, I want to ask you something." Lin Xin leaned on Shen Lou's body, and greedily inhaled the cold fragrance of plants and trees on his body.
"Huh?" The candles were extinguished in the tent, and the thin moonlight leaked in through the gap in the top of the tent, making it difficult to see clearly, and the sound and touch became more acute. The clear and shallow hot air got closer and closer, and stopped in Shen Lou's ear, whispering a whisper.
Shen Lou froze, and it took him a while to find his voice, "I know."
"Then teach me." Lin Xin's voice was filled with the innocent curiosity of a young man.
But he is not really a young man, nor is he really ignorant. Shen Lou was silent for a while, took a deep breath, pulled the quilt over to cover Lin Xin, "Tomorrow there will be a sword competition, next time... I will teach you."
This person is not angry! Lin Xin was very pleasantly surprised, "Then it's settled, teach me when you return to the palace."
"… Um."
The next day, Xianchi competed with swords.
It's not like the sword competition during Moguishan's autumn tribute, it's just a game, and the competition is about the skill of controlling the sword. Yujian wears iron rings, Yujian shoots targets, Yujian chases birds...
The children of the aristocratic families compete with each other and compare their skills, just like juggling at a temple fair, Emperor Bo just smiles.
The prince did not end the competition, but sat with the emperor, looked at Lin Xin who was sitting leisurely drinking tea, "Would you like to have fun? In terms of age, you are younger than Linfeng and the others."
Linfeng is Zhong Youyu's word. When he was fifteen years old, his uncle Zhong Suifeng took the characters for them in order to let them go back earlier. There is jade in the bell, and the word is Linfeng; there is no ink in the bell, and the word is simple.
"I don't have a spirit sword, so I can't play with it." Lin Xin took off the small sword from his waist and threw it on the table.
This gesture is to reject the prince's invitation. The seal complexion was gloomy, and he raised his hand to beckon Zhou Kang, the guard standing in the front row, "Father, I have a proposal. This year it is rare for children from aristocratic families to gather together. Why don't you let everyone compete with Zhou Kang? Let's see." Which one is higher, the son of the family or the champion of martial arts?"
Where are we gathered? Lin Xin pursed his lips, not saying anything else, the eldest son of the Lin family from the Eastern Region did not come, only a few descendants from the side branch came. Feng Chong is still inferior to the crown prince in opening his eyes and telling nonsense.
However, the prince and Zhou Kang are already so close at this time? This made Lin Xin a little surprised. He always thought that it was after the crown prince married Zhou Kang's younger sister as a side concubine that the two had a relationship.
The emperor thought this idea was interesting, so he set up a ring, with Zhou Kang as the main ring, and let those young masters come up to challenge.
"There is a peerless master in Mobei, have you heard of it?" Feng Zhuoyi smiled kindly.
"I heard it's a great nobleman from the northern barbarians, what kind of stone is it called?" Zhong Youyu raised his hand and said.
"The storyteller said that the man could tear apart a cow with his bare hands, but I don't know if it's true or not."
"It must be bragging. It's almost the same as splitting a cow with a sword. How do you tear it open with bare hands?"
"Ask Shen Da if you don't believe me."
"Shen Da, isn't it?"
As everyone talked, they all looked at Shen Lou. He has been fighting in the Northern Desert all year round, so he must be the clearest. Shen Lou lowered his eyes, "Wen Shilan, the wolf-slaying general."
"That's right," the emperor nodded with satisfaction, "Bei Mo's number one master comes from a noble family, which is common sense. You have the best spirit sword, the best master, and you should have the best skills. Today Compete with the champion of martial arts, let me see your strength. If anyone can beat Zhou Kang, I will give you a lot of rewards."
"Your Majesty, what if Zhou Kang wins?" Shen Yingying jumped up and asked, because she was short, she had to jump up a little to get her head out.
"If Zhou Kang wins, I will make him a marquis of ten thousand households." Zhou Kang's family originally had a thousand households, and sealing ten thousand households would improve his salary, which is an extremely generous reward for people from small families. You must know that Wanhu is also hereditary, and usually you have to make great contributions to get it.
Hearing this, Zhou Kang immediately knelt down to thank him, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
The guards brought out a small box of deer glass and placed it under the competition stage. Everyone can take a piece when they come to the stage.
This contest is not a performance, but a real sword and gun. It can hurt people, but it can't kill people. If Zhou Kang wins five people in a row, it will be considered Zhou Kang has won.
"I'll come first!" Luo Zhan, the second son of Wangtinghou's family, was the first to raise his hand.
Everyone who was discussing the order was taken aback, looking at him quite speechlessly. Prince Wangtinghou didn't come, if he was there, he would definitely beat his younger brother up. All the children of the big family were asking what Shen Lou meant, only Luo Zhan jumped out without hesitation.
Shen Lou raised his hand slightly, signaling him to go easy.
Luo Zhan jumped onto the stage, and raised his chin contemptuously at Zhou Kang.
"Please." Zhou Kang drew his sword out of its sheath, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground, the deer glass lit up, and the abundant spiritual power surged instantly.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the aura opens and closes like a lotus flower. Luo Zhan's arrogance is not without reason. His skills are considered good among his peers, but it's a pity that he is still a little tender when facing Zhou Kang who is in his twenties. After less than thirty strokes, he was kicked off the ring.
The accumulation of spiritual power and moves takes time. Young people's ability to control the spirit sword is naturally inferior to adults. Even if they are the proud sons of these aristocratic families, they will still suffer a disadvantage against the experienced martial arts champion.
Shen Lou estimated Zhou Kang's strength and frowned slightly.
"Imperial brother, do you want to try it?" The crown prince asked Feng Zhong who was sitting next to Lin Xin eating snacks.
"No, no, no, I'm not good at swordsmanship, cough..." Lin Xin stomped on his toes under the table, Feng Zhong didn't dare to cry out, his face flushed from holding back, as if his throat was stuck by mung bean cake.
"Little Mo!" Zhong Youyu exclaimed suddenly, on the ring, Zhong Wumo's arm was scratched by the spirit sword, and he fell unsteadily.
The eldest sons of big families, such as Zhong Youyu and Shen Lou, will not play unless it is absolutely necessary. After losing four games in a row, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, very unwilling. The difference in strength between the two sides is obvious, they are both youngsters who have not reached the weak crown, and if they want to win against Zhou Kang, unless they are a genius like Shen Lou.
"Shen Da, how about you..."
"I'll go!" Shen Yingying pulled out the big bow behind her back, "Can I use a bow and arrow?" The children of the aristocratic family lost all to the champion of martial arts from a family of a thousand families. How old are you
"Qiu Ting, don't do it." Shen Lou stopped his sister and put one hand on Yu Yuan's Sunset Sword.
"I'm here to ask for advice!" Lin Xin jumped up suddenly, jumped directly onto the martial arts arena from the royal high platform, and looked up and down Zhou Kang, who was still looking normal after the wheel battle, "Your Majesty, is this a member of a noble family?"
"Naturally." Feng Zhuoyi smiled with great interest, and he also wanted to know how the apprentices taught by Zhu Xingli were different from others.
"Wait a minute, I don't have a spirit sword in my hand, this small sword can't stop Guard Zhou's move." Lin Xin threw the rapier sword at his waist back to the high platform, and turned to look at the aristocratic family members below the stage.
Without further ado, Shen Lou untied Yu Yuan and threw the sunset on it, "Use this one."
"Hoo—" There was a gasp from the crowd. The natal spirit sword is extremely precious to monks, especially Shen Lou, which was personally forged by Zhu Yangai, the number one forging master at that time. Shen Lou lends it to others without any hesitation, his demeanor is really admirable.
Lin Xin touched Yu Yuan's sword, which looked like the afterglow of nine days, slowly raised his head, and hooked his hands at Zhou Kang.
Zhou Kang didn't rush forward, instead he took half a step back and cautiously swung his sword forward. His intuition made him feel the danger. The young man in front of him had a strong killing intent towards him.
"Om—" Yu Yuan's Sunset Sword, in Shen Lou's hands, is as chic as a rainbow piercing the sun, with a bright wind and a bright moon, but in Lin Xin's hands, it is a scorching sun, burning the sky and destroying the earth. Lu Li's spiritual power was as vast as a galaxy falling, and at the same time, dots of fluorescent light were escaping from Zhou Kang's body, gathering all of them in the sword body.
Everyone only saw the more and more dazzling aura, and the sword moves of the two people who were almost becoming afterimages.
"This Lin Xin is so powerful." The prince was very surprised.
The emperor couldn't hide his surprise. After a loud noise, the dust settled, Lin Xin casually held the sword, pointed at Zhou Kang who was lying on the ground, "You lost."
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Names such as Wen Shilan and He Liuhun refer to the real historical Xianbei language (Donghu language), not the surname Wen. Wen Shilan means stone, and He Liuhun means hero.