Emperor Mingde looked at the sword stuck on the ground with lingering fear. Thinking of Qin Tianjian's prophecy, his inner uneasiness became more intense.
"Jin Xuan!"
"Your Majesty, I am here."
Emperor Mingde took a deep breath and calmed down: "You lead people to search the nearby palaces and be sure to find the assassin!"
assassin?
Jin Xuan was stunned.
Emperor Mingde frowned slightly: "Why are you still standing there?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Jinxuan turned around, waved his hand, and said to everyone: "Come here, search for the assassin."
After everyone left, Xiao Ruofeng came over and asked softly: "Brother, the palace is heavily guarded. This sword is clearly an extraterrestrial thing. Where did this assassin come from?"
Emperor Mingde shook his head and sighed slightly: "Ruofeng, Gu is not looking for an assassin, but to silence the mouths of those in the court."
Then, he looked at the baby in Hu's arms, with a sad look on his face.
"Three years after the Queen was pregnant with her son, the Qin Tian Jian even regarded the unborn baby as unlucky. The ministers in the court criticized her, saying that the lonely little Thirteen was a monster. This matter had already spread throughout Tianqi, and now it has appeared again. What should I do with these bad guys..."
Hearing this, Xiao Ruofeng couldn't help but be startled.
The emperor's brother's thirteenth heir was regarded as ominous by everyone even before he was born, and now he is experiencing such strange phenomena.
I'm afraid that tomorrow morning, the ministers' memorials will pile up into a mountain.
Mrs. Hu also noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere at the scene. She held the baby in her arms tightly and begged Emperor Mingde with almost pleading eyes.
Meeting his beloved wife's eyes, Emperor Mingde nodded slightly, signaling her to relax.
Mrs. Hu's eyes moved towards the swaddled baby, whose face was filled with the soft light of motherhood, but revealed a trace of imperceptible sadness.
Emperor Mingde's eyes darkened slightly when he saw this scene.
Why was his child sentenced to death by Qin Tian Prison before he was even born?
The status of the Qin Tian Jian in Beili is self-evident, and it can be said to be the most authoritative institution in the entire Beili.
The Imperial Master can still suppress the other Celestial Masters in Qin Tian Jian, but who should stop the mouths of those ministers in the court?
But today's Beili is no longer the Beili of the Xiao family.
…
Mingde fourteenth year.
——Jixia Academy.
"The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named."
In the schoolroom, the sounds of students reading poetry could be heard.
Xiao Ruolin raised his head, glanced at Mr. Ru Ya sitting on the podium, and then his eyes fell on those students.
"This ancient school is even more boring than the school in my previous life. I really want to practice swordsmanship!"
"Sword practice?"
Suddenly an elegant and easy-going voice came from behind.
Xiao Ruolin turned around suddenly, and Mr. Jijiu, who was supposed to be above the school, appeared behind him at some point and was looking at him with a smile on his face.
This person is not simple!
"May I ask why the little prince wants to practice swordsmanship?" Mr. Jijiu asked with a smile.
As soon as he opened his mouth, all the students in the school focused their attention here.
"I heard that there are five great swordsmen in the world, and students are very attracted to them. I want to practice swordsmanship and compete with them." Xiao Ruolin answered without any secret.
After hearing his answer, there was a burst of laughter from the school.
"Ruolin, you are a prince, but you want to imitate those country folk in wielding swords and guns. Are you trying to make us laugh?"
"How can a scholar practice martial arts? Isn't that what a reckless man should do?"
"How can a rough and tumble person from the world of martial arts enter such a prestigious school? It's unlucky and unlucky..."
…
Facing the cynicism of this group of people, Xiao Ruolin was not angry.
After all, it was normal for ancient literati to look down on warriors, not to mention that these people were still pampered and pampered young men.
Literary men who pride themselves on being superior to others naturally disdain this kind of thing.
"If I remember correctly, His Majesty seems to have prohibited the young prince from practicing martial arts. Am I remembering correctly?" Mr. Jijiu looked at the child in front of him with interest.
Although this child was young, he gave off a calm and calm feeling, which made him a little curious.
"Sir, stop talking. I get angry when I think about this. My father forbids me from touching anything related to martial arts, not even to peek at my brother practicing martial arts. This old boy makes me so angry." Xiao Ruolin said. The auxiliary air is bulging.
The system had obviously gifted him a peerless sword, but that sword was placed in the No. 1 Tower in the World by his cheap man, and he couldn't take it out even if he wanted to.
For some unknown reason, other princes could learn both literature and martial arts, but he was strictly controlled by Emperor Mingde and could only study literature.
Thinking of this, Xiao Ruolin felt very aggrieved.
As soon as his words came out, the entire Jixia Academy fell silent.
Good guy! To actually call His Majesty an old boy, this must be too courageous!
Such thoughts appeared in the minds of all the students.
"If you enter the world with a pen, you may not be able to become a swordsman. Let's stop here for today." Mr. Jijiu dropped these words and turned around to leave.
Looking at the back of Mr. Jijiu, Xiao Ruolin was thoughtful.
He always felt that this teacher had a good background, unlike his previous master who was pedantic and stubborn.
While he was thinking, a heroic young man called out outside the school: "Ruolin, come home."
"Coming!"
Xiao Ruolin responded happily, quickly packed up his things and ran out of the school.
Outside the school, a young man in a green shirt was holding a maroon horse, standing under the shade of a tree, waiting. Next to him stood an equally heroic young man.
Seeing the two of them, Xiao Ruolin waved his hands and said hello with a smile: "Brother Emperor, Brother Lingchen!"
Xiao Lingchen turned his face slightly and nodded towards Xiao Ruolin.
Seeing this, Xiao Chuhe frowned slightly and said, "Xiao Lingchen, why are you always following me?"
Xiao Lingchen raised his eyebrows and immediately retorted: "Why should I follow you? I'm here to see Ruolin."
"Ruolin, Ruolin's name is quite friendly. This is my younger brother. If you want, let the emperor have another one. Don't rob my Ruolin." Xiao Chuhe was a little unhappy.
I used to find this guy annoying, but since his mother gave birth to Ruolin, this guy has become even more annoying.
Now she follows him every day, making her Ruolin call her Brother Lingchen.
Ruolin is his younger brother, so he can only be called him with such an affectionate name.
"I don't." Xiao Lingchen said with a smile.
Seeing his playful smile, Xiao Chuhe couldn't help but want to beat him.
"What, you want to fight? I'm always with you." Xiao Lingchen raised the corners of his lips provocatively.
"Can you beat me?" Xiao Chuhe looked relaxed.
"I can't beat him. I'll be injured anyway. Let brother Ruolin give me medicine." Xiao Lingchen said matter-of-factly.
Xiao Chuhe was so angry that he didn't bother the ladies of Tianqi. Instead, he always hung around his younger brother.
"Hmph, I don't care about it like a little kid." Xiao Chuhe snorted coldly, tossed his sleeves and left.
Xiao Lingchen shook his head and walked up: "As you can tell, I'm older than you."
It's not that he likes to pester Xiao Ruolin, but that he thinks teasing Xiao Chuhe like this can add interest to his ordinary life.
"Brother Imperial, what did Uncle Imperial teach you today?" Xiao Ruolin couldn't help but ask on the way back.
Before Xiao Chuhe could speak, Xiao Lingchen took the initiative and said, "Xiao Ruolin, what my father taught you today was not simple."
"Did you teach swordsmanship?" Xiao Ruolin asked curiously.
Although the system assigns him tasks every day, such as doing 10,000 push-ups to increase his cultivation, and doing 10,000 sit-ups to increase his cultivation.
But there are no rewards such as swordsmanship secrets and the like. The realm of martial arts in this world is divided into thirteen levels.
In addition to the first to ninth levels, there are four realms above the first level.
Because of the system, he began to practice formally at the age of four. He is now at the second level of martial arts and is about to touch the threshold of the first level.
But the problem is that he only has cultivation but no skills. For three years from the age of four to seven, the tasks issued by the system only rewarded cultivation but not skills.
He desperately wanted to learn some martial arts secrets, but Emperor Mingde was very strict and sent a eunuch to keep an eye on him in the dark, which made it impossible for him to learn secretly even if he wanted to.
"Today, my father taught Chu He the famous sword technique of breaking the country!" Xiao Lingchen looked at Xiao Ruolin solemnly.
The sword technique that splits the country! Xiao Ruolin was a little excited.
He had read Beili's history books and found out that the sword technique of splitting the country was created by Xiao Yi, the emperor of Beili Kingdom. It goes without saying that the sword technique is powerful.
Moreover, just hearing this name is extremely domineering!
"Brother Imperial, I want to learn this!" Xiao Ruolin said expectantly.
"no!"
The two answered in unison.
