The iron sword was very heavy and was dragged on the ground, making a harsh sound. The little prince's footsteps were also weighed down by the iron sword. He walked slowly but firmly towards the Changming Palace.

All the people in the palace had dispersed, and the dim yellow palace lantern was very dim, casting the figure of the man in front of the desk on the wall behind him, casting a layer of gray shadow.

A shadow also fell on Bu Yu's young and fair chin.

Bu Zhan didn't seem surprised to see him coming with his sword, and there wasn't even much reaction on his face. Memorials were piled up in front of the desk, and the bitter soup was steaming upwards, covering his dark and obscure face. eyes.

Through a layer of fog, the two looked at each other.

The eyes of father and son are very similar, they are both deep and narrow, one is full of anger, the other is calm and calm.

The long sword was shining brightly, and a cold light flashed across the night sky.

Although Prince Yu practiced martial arts with his master, it was still difficult for him to lift an iron sword with one hand. The little prince was holding the sword tightly with his hand, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, shaking it. He raised the iron sword tremblingly.

The long sword was sharp and pointed directly at the man in dragon robe.

Bu Zhan was sitting on the dragon chair. When he saw this, without even raising his eyelids, he picked up a memorial and threw it towards the little prince's wrist.

The man's strength was not strong, but it was not weak either. He hit the opponent's tendon squarely.

A burst of pain hit his wrist, causing his entire arm to go numb, and he almost lost the sword in his hand.

Bu Yu was slightly startled, and anxiously grasped the hilt of the sword, staggering two steps before falling down.

He adjusted his breathing, raised his sword again, and faced Bu Zhan.

"Did you go to see my mother the day before yesterday?"

There was a childlike quality in his voice, but his eyes were very firm as he looked up at the man.

Without even looking back, he copied another memorial and smashed it into his other hand.

The prince swayed, gritted his teeth, and held the hilt of the sword.

But his wrist was really numb and painful. He tried hard to control his strength, but he still couldn't stop the trembling of the sword. Seeing this, the man sitting on the dragon throne seemed to sneer slightly, and continued to throw the third memorial——

With a "clang" sound, the little prince finally couldn't hold on any longer, and the iron sword fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

The long sword shook the ground as if it was shaking.

Bu Yu's face turned pale, and thin beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

And his ruthless and unjust father sat on the dragon throne with a straight face and said quietly:

"How can you save your mother with this little ability?"

Bu Yu's eyes suddenly sank.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the wrist of his left hand with his right hand, and tried his best to suppress the trembling of his hands. But his strength was too small, too weak, and the person in front of him just threw a few memorials lightly, and then wiped out the trembling of his hands. His strength was shattered.

"With your little ability, you won't be able to save her in another five years, let alone ten or twenty years."

The soft words of the man in front of him floated to Bu Yu's ears along with the faint scent of sandalwood, causing him to stiffen.

no.

He couldn't just admit defeat.

Bu Yu clenched his hands again, his nails digging into his palms.

The next moment, he bowed down and picked up the long sword from the ground with difficulty.

Bu Zhan slowly raised his eyes.

He watched as the child in front of him gritted his teeth, his arms trembling, and with hatred in his eyes, he raised the sword towards him.

The night wind blew slowly, unable to disperse the mist lingering in the hall.

His eyes moved, and then he picked up the pen resting on one side and threw it out with a "swish".

This time, the little prince was a little smarter. He knew that the opponent was going to hit his hand, so he moved his eyes quickly and quickly. The brush hit the blade of the sword with a "clack" sound, splashing thick black ink beads. Bu Yu

After closing his eyes, the ink just hung on his eyelashes, and along the ends of his eyes, the ink marks slowly snaked downwards.

But he really didn't have much strength left.

The two faced each other silently for a long time, and finally, the boy's arms bent down.

This time the sword hilt hit the ground, and the sound was even heavier than the last time. The prince's face was pale and in a mess. The moonlight poured into the window, and his eyes trembled violently. For a moment, he kept

The man sitting in front of the desk stood up and walked towards him.

He was tall and tall, and when he came, Tai Zi Yu's thin figure was cast into a huge shadow.

The man tapped the soles of his boots lightly on the ground, walked up to the prince, looked down at his biological son, and said in a cold voice:

"You can't even hold the sword, so you want to stab me. The teacher I hired for you really turned out to be a reckless waste."

Bu Yu's eyes widened and he watched helplessly as the opponent's boots stepped on the hilt of the sword.

Bu Zhan lowered his head.

His eyes were extremely dark and deep, making it impossible to see any of his emotions. On the contrary, the eyes of the person in front of him were full of emotions. The other person looked at him hatefully, and the murderous intent in his eyes was clearly visible.

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Bu Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly.

This murderous intention also appeared on his face several years ago.

At that time he was still an illegitimate child, a despicable and disgusting illegitimate child.

Whenever he walked to the gate of Qi Mansion, his biological father would have people beat him out like a wild dog. At that time, he still didn't understand why some of the children of the Qi family were well-dressed and well-fed, while others were like

Everyone yelled at the mouse crossing the street. On the day his biological mother died of illness, it started to snow lightly in Kyoto. He huddled in the corner holding his frozen mother, separated by a wall, and heard the laughter coming from the other end of the courtyard wall.

In fact, his biological mother didn't love him very much either.

She gave birth to him, raised him, but resented him. She attributed all her misfortunes to Bu Zhan, who was still a child. She was seriously ill and wanted Bu Zhan to go to the Qi Mansion to ask for help from Mr. Qi.

Seeing that he was beaten all over, his mother did not comfort him, but instead dug out his heart with a malicious look.

He stood by the bed with his head lowered. His mother held a cane and beat him while calling him a "sangmenxing".

His mother died of illness, and he was the only one left in the world. The only thing that kept Bu Zhan alive was this hatred.

He became selfish and despicable, no longer trusting anyone, and no longer doing anything for anyone. What accompanied him was only filled with hatred and a morbid pursuit of power. Finally, he stood on the white bones.

At the top of the entire imperial city, overlooking all the living creatures below.

He lowered his eyelashes and quietly looked at the emotions in the eyes of the child in front of him. For a moment, as if he was instilling some kind of thought, he said in an indifferent tone:

"Remember, your queen mother is dead. A king should learn to be ruthless and have no desires."

"What if I can't learn?"

The child raised his head, his eyes full of stubbornness, "What if I don't want to be like you, a monster without emotions?"

Bu Zhan's expression paused slightly.

The sparse cold wind blew, causing his thick and slender eyelashes to move. The expression on the man's face did not change. He lightly glanced at the iron sword lying horizontally on the ground. The moment it passed by, only

Leave a sentence calmly:

"Practice harder."

It was already late at night when we returned to Qingxing Palace.

Qi Bianyu waited for the prince in the palace for a long time.

Bu Yu didn't have a mother by his side since he was a child, and he didn't want to call a nanny to accompany him. Therefore, Bian Yu often stayed in the Qingxing Palace and quietly accompanied the prince when he needed her. When he heard the footsteps, he was guarding the palace lantern.

The little girl rubbed her eyes, stood up from the table, and called softly: "Your Highness."

The prince looked lost and lost, not knowing what he had experienced.

Qi Bianyu was very worried and stepped forward.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Bu Yu lowered his head and was silent for a while, then suddenly said in a dull voice:

"Bian Yu, please hit me."

"What?"

Qi Bianyu didn't know why, "Your Highness, what are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense," the little prince raised his face and said, "I have no respect for my eyes. Those who offend me below will be punished with thirty sticks and kneel down in the ancestral hall. Bian Yu, I have no respect for my eyes today. If I do it for my superiors, please punish me."

, being scolded by your rod will at least make me feel better."

Qi Bianyu was slightly shocked: "Your Highness, you... what did you do?"

The little prince pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to say another word. Seeing this, she couldn't ask any more questions. But in an instant, Bu Yu had people prepare benches and sticks in the yard. He walked to the long

In front of the chair, he lay down on it with a calm expression.

"Bian Yu, come here."

"Your Highness, I, I don't dare..."

"Don't be afraid, it was me who made the mistake, not you."
To be continued...