At the door of the study room of Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice, Ling Yun met Prince Zhao Ting unexpectedly.
Seeing that Ling Yun was about to leave, Zhao Ting became a little anxious, "It's fate that you and I met here today. Before we even had a chance to say a few words, you left in such a hurry, wouldn't it be a disappointment!"
He said without any further explanation, he stepped forward and grabbed Ling Yun's sleeve, "Who doesn't know that Commander Ling has superb swordsmanship and is unparalleled in the world? Even if it is to give me a face, follow me in and talk about it. I am really I want to ask you about my martial arts skills!"
At this time, Lu Wenzheng had already come out to welcome him. When he saw this, he also echoed: "Zhichao, His Royal Highness sincerely invites you. If you refuse again, it will be your fault!"...
After everyone's sincere efforts to persuade him to stay, Ling Yun had no choice but to follow Lu Wenzheng, Prince Zhao Ting and others to the living room.
Lu Wenzheng ordered people to serve tea. While the prince sipped the tea slowly, he talked with Lu Wenzheng with great interest about some topics about governing the country and the way of kings and ministers. After that, he studied the "Four Books and Five Classics" and other ancient sages. famous book theory.
After a long time, Ling Yun got bored and found an excuse to leave. Zhao Ting hurriedly stood up and stopped him, and said with joy, "Commander Ling, wait a minute. Now that we have finished talking about Wenzhi, should we study martial arts?"
"What a youthful spirit, such a fun-loving and noisy character!" Looking at the high-spirited and handsome face of Prince Zhao Ting, Ling Yun was in a daze for a moment. As his mind wandered, he couldn't help but think of the willful man in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice a few years ago. The self who is free and easy, happy with grudges...
Time walks through the wheel of fate, covering the complicated world. Why does youth only erase my wasted years, but not the long-lasting scars engraved deep in my heart? …
Looking back on the past, Ling Yun felt sad. Unconsciously, he frowned slightly and said, "Your Highness, it's no need! There are still some things in the house, let's wait for another day."
Zhao Ting blinked his cunning eyes and smiled softly, seemingly teasing and yet dissatisfied, "There will be some urgent matters in the Marquis's Mansion waiting for you to deal with. Could it be more interesting than accompanying me to study martial arts and martial arts?" Is it important?
"Stop prevaricating me. I also want to see Commander Ling's superb swordsmanship. At the same time, I don't want to play around with my axe. I would like to ask Commander Ling to give me some advice!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and pulled out his sword, and with an angry sword, he slashed straight at Ling Yun's face!
Although this handsome young man in yellow robes and brocade boots has a wild and casual attitude, he has a magnanimous and emerald demeanor.
Ling Yun was startled. He didn't expect that the prince would act so urgently and not give him any chance to refuse.
He hurriedly performed the "Sunset Far Wave", and in a flash, the opponent's sword had barely slipped past his clothes.
Before he had time to retract his posture, Zhao Ting performed another fierce "Flying Flower Chasing the Moon", flipping the long sword back and attacking Ling Yun's head, chest and abdomen without giving the opponent a chance to breathe.
Ling Yun's figure is as graceful as a startling giant, and as fast as a whirlwind. Although his movements are fast, he is methodical, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. His snow-white clothes are also dancing and making hunting sounds as he turns and leaps.
"Elegant and elegant", "elegant and elegant", such beautiful words cannot describe his style and magnanimity at this time.
Dozens of rounds passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Ting's sword is sharp and mysterious, and each move contains countless changes, making people confused and overwhelmed.
Ling Yun did not fight back, but dodged and moved under Zhao Ting's fierce attack. Every move and every move was clever and dangerous, but just right. The people around him exclaimed, followed by admiration and applause from the bottom of their hearts.
After a fierce battle, Prince Zhao Ting finally stopped his sword. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the ends of his eyes were slightly raised. He looked like a man leaning against a jade tree in the breeze, and his clear eyes were heart-stirring.
He bowed his hands to Ling Yun, his eyes full of admiration, "High! Really high! Even my most proud 'Forty-nine Kaiyang Styles' can't do anything to you - Commander Ling's superb martial arts, swordsmanship It’s so exquisite, I finally saw it today!”
It turned out that the prince had asked a famous teacher to teach him in the palace and practiced the "Forty-nine Kaiyang Styles". This set of swordsmanship was exquisite and invincible.
It is precisely with this set of swordsmanship that the prince could be said to be invincible in the palace before - all the masters in the palace, the guards and the commanders, almost no one can defeat him; he did not expect to meet his opponent here today.
Prince Zhao Tingzhan smiled with a charming smile, "Unexpectedly, I have found a good teacher and friend today. I am so happy! - Commander Ling, you will be my teacher in martial arts from now on!"
The corners of Ling Yun's lips raised, he smiled slightly and said, "His Royal Highness, your words are serious."
At this time, the eunuch Feng Lin came forward and reported: "Your Highness, it is already a quarter past noon. We should return to the palace."
"What, it's time to return to the palace so soon. How disappointing! Commander Ling, I will come to see you again for a discussion in the future!"
Zhao Ting was still unfinished and reluctantly said hello to Ling Yun, then turned around to say goodbye to Lu Wenzheng.
Lu Wenzheng bowed to see him off and said: "Your Highness, the days are long. Let's meet again another day. I respectfully send you off to Your Highness."
Zhao Ting said weakly, "Okay!" Surrounded by Feng Lin and others, he took a few steps forward and suddenly his expression changed.
His body also trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but frown slightly and said, "It's strange, why does my chest suddenly feel so tight?"
Feng Lin's face was horrified and he quickly said: "Did His Highness move too vigorously? Why don't Your Highness sit down and calm down first."
The maid Zi Yan and others beside him were also shocked and turned pale, and hurriedly helped the prince sit down.
Lu Wenzheng was also shocked and quickly ordered Mr. Liu, the clerk, to go to the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat the prince.
At this time, Zhao Ting's face was pale, he was biting his lips tightly, and his finger joints had turned a little white from clenching hard.
Everyone was panicked, and Feng Lin also lost his mind and just kept shouting: "Imperial doctor, why hasn't the imperial doctor arrived yet?..."
Several imperial doctors finally came running all the way, panting.
The original red tape is eliminated and we get straight to the point. Several imperial doctors surrounded the prince nervously, observing his words and expressions, or checking and listening to his pulse. After completing the necessary procedures of looking, smelling, asking, and making inquiries, they were still at a loss to deal with the prince's sudden illness.
The leading physician's brows were tangled and he said vaguely: "Your Highness, it seems that you have been poisoned..."
Feng Lin asked anxiously: "What kind of poison is it?"
The imperial doctor's face was gloomy and he murmured: "This... I need further examination..."
Feng Lin said angrily: "Useless thing!"
Zhao Ting's whole body was trembling in pain, his lips were trembling, and he could not speak. His moans became more and more rapid, his struggles became more and more intense, and his extreme pain tortured the bodies and minds of everyone present.
Feng Lin had long forgotten the majesty and reserve he should have, and cried bitterly: "His Royal Highness, you...what's wrong with you? - You quack doctors, why don't you go to treat His Highness? What's the point of raising you? …”
Zhao Ting felt as if he was being restrained and unable to move. His whole body was in pain as if thousands of needles had been stabbed into his body. He was so painful that he could no longer struggle and was extremely unbearable.
He felt that his head could no longer think clearly, and his vision was getting blurry. He was wondering if he was going to die like this?
He stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed Feng Lin's fleshy hand, his nails deeply embedded into the flesh of the back of his hand.
"Feng Lin, tell me...what's wrong with me? Am I going to...die?..." He gasped hard, and the voice coming out of his rolling throat was hoarse, vague, and almost indistinguishable.
Feng Lin felt as if his heart was being pinched and squeezed repeatedly by a big hand, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
He slumped down and knelt down in front of the prince, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense. You are just suffering from a minor illness now, and there is nothing wrong with you... Didn't you just lead them with Mr. Lu and Commander Ling?" He said, the days are long, let’s talk about it some other time?..."
"Yes, you are right..." Zhao Ting nodded weakly, a happy smile appeared on his pale and bloodless face, "Commander Ling, I will come to your house to see you again in a few days... to discuss matters. As for martial arts, today’s competition was not fun at all…”
Ling Yun's heart ached, he bit his lip, nodded vigorously, and said in a thick voice: "Yes, I will definitely do it. One day His Highness the Crown Prince comes to the house again, Ling Yun will definitely sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman. He will do nothing but accompany the prince. Your Highness, have a great time..."
Zhao Ting's body suddenly twitched in pain. His teeth were clenched, his entire face was distorted, veins popped out on his forehead, his eyes were panicked and helpless, revealing a desperate sign of a dying struggle.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!..."
Everyone was frightened by his terrifying demeanor and were at a loss what to do.
Zhao Ting finally stopped struggling. He lay straight on the ground, his face turned blue, his eyes wide open, and all the pain, resentment, confusion, and unwillingness he felt during his life were frozen in his face forever.
An imperial doctor used trembling hands to test the prince's breathing.
Everyone saw that his body twitched violently, and then he slowly retracted his hand, sitting limply on the ground like a broken rag doll, his eyes terrifyingly hollow.
After a long time, he raised his head with difficulty and feebly announced the result that no one wanted to hear: "His Royal Highness... passed away..."
Everyone was immediately stunned. Feng Lin, Zi Yan and others were as if they were in a daze. They were stunned for a long time before they recovered and fell on Zhao Ting and cried loudly.
Lu Wenzheng felt his eyes go dark, his body went limp, and he slumped down on the chair. Huge waves were raging in his heart. He wanted to ask why, but he couldn't say a word.
Feng Lin cried for a long time and finally stopped crying. He turned his head, the muscles on his face were trembling angrily, and the flames in his eyes seemed to burn the person in front of him.
"You... you must have poisoned His Highness the Crown Prince!..." He pointed at Lu Wenzheng with trembling hands and murmured.
Lu Wenzheng felt his head buzzing, his face immediately turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Why did Eunuch Feng say this?"
