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Zhou Chengyuan didn't answer: "Bring something and hang the calligraphy and painting aside."

The servant answered, took a stand, hung up the calligraphy and painting, squinted for a while and said, "His Royal Highness, what do you see in the calligraphy and painting of XX?"

Feng Yu's eyes condensed, and he put down the tea lamp and said, "This calligraphy and painting should be drawn by an expert. The sword character contains the exquisite sword technique, Yu is not talented. Just a little bit of understanding, but Yu has benefited a lot. ."

Zhou Chengyuan raised his eyebrows, took a sip of tea, and said with a slow expression: "A certain does not like court disputes, a certain indulges in pleasure, and his Royal Highness was removed from the position of the crown prince. Some also heard about it. Now he is the crown prince. Hanging, this piece of fat is quite a lot of people wanting to eat it. The king has a lot of heirs, but there are not many people who have this strength to fight for the throne. Moreover, the queen has relatives, except for her Royal Highness, the most powerful, He is the second prince."

Feng Yumo nodded: "Mr. Zhou is right."

"In the past, only the eldest son was passed on to the throne. In terms of seniority, that is not the second prince, but the second prince's biological mother is the queen, so your highness, your situation is very dangerous."

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "Life and death depend on fate, wealth and wealth depend on the sky. Everything but with the arrangement of his father, Yu doesn't like to fight. He just wants to be an ordinary person and join hands with his beloved for a lifetime." At this point, Feng Yumo saw Lan Qing'er glanced at it, as if he had something to say, but he didn't say what he said.

Zhou Chengyuan smiled slightly and said disapprovingly, "It is better to forget each other for a lifetime. How much love in this world is truly long-lasting? As long as power and wealth are in hand, no woman can get it!"

Feng Yumo smiled lightly: "Maybe Yu has a different concept from Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou has today's achievements, and Yu is extremely admired."

"Hahaha!" Zhou Chengyuan said with a smile: "Since your Royal Highness can go to a certain mansion in person, you can say it. Now the second prince wants to win me, and you dare to say that if someone helps someone, who will be the future king. It's a pity that the second prince is superficial. To be honest, a certain still admires you very much."

"Mr. Zhou praised, Yu is ashamed to be too shameful."

"Dare you be the one who has the final say," Zhou Chengyuan put up three fingers and said: "As long as your Highness promises certain three requirements, you will help you ascend to the throne."

Lan Qing'er's eyes lit up as soon as he said this, and Zhou Chengyuan was very happy to do things this year. Net o

Feng Yumo said with both hands: "If you can get Mr. Zhou's help, Yu is grateful. If you have any requests, please tell me."

"Okay!" Zhou Chengyuan clapped his hands and said: "The first request, Mou has already made, please demonstrate to Zhou Mou the swordsmanship he has learned."

Feng Yumo pondered a little: "Okay!"

As soon as the good word came out, Feng Yumo stood up, holding the Chunjun sword and walking before the calligraphy and painting: "Then Yu will show his ugliness."

After he finished speaking, his eyes condensed, and he slowly pulled out the pure Jun sword. The glow of the firefly on the blade's edge was reflected on Feng Yumo's face, bringing out a touch of fierceness under his gentle appearance, like an unsheathed sword, straight Draw the sky.

"His Royal Highness, that is Chunjun Sword?" Zhou Chengyuan asked in surprise.

Chunjun is a secret sword. How many capable people in the world want to get it, but the whereabouts of this sword has been unknown, and it was unexpected that it was in Feng Yumo's hands.

Feng Yumo nodded: "Yes."

"Why is this sword in your hand?"

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "This is a gift from Grandpa Emperor, and Yu has always been with him."

Zhou Chengyuan was silent, if thoughtful. Long Xiaotian is a generation of heroes, how could he give his sword to his grandson?

"Mr. Zhou, Yu Xian is ugly."

With a finger at the tip of the sword, his true energy is secretly destined, Feng Yumo swings his sword and dances.

Zhou Chengyuan showed a look of surprise, staring at Feng Yumo's every move, with surprise.

Facing the sword

There are countless days and nights, this sword technique, even he should not be able to understand it. How could this gentle-looking scholar realize it?

Can't see it, really can't see it!

"Uh!" Suddenly, Feng Yumo's figure staggered, the sword style stopped, his hand was touching his chest, his face was pale!

"His Royal Highness!" Lan Qing'er was shocked. Yu, who had been injured in his body, used the True Qi Dance Sword. How could he stand it!

He supported Feng Yumo, and saw that the blood on his face faded, and a slight cold sweat leaked out, and he couldn't help but feel heartache.

"Stop dancing, go back to your seat and rest."

Feng Yumo shook his head.

"His Royal Highness," Zhou Chengyuan's voice was very cold: "His Royal Highness won't fool someone with this? Is that sword trick only half way through?"

Lan Qing'er's face darkened, and Feng Yumo gently pushed her away: "Qing'er, go back to my seat and wait for me first, my husband is fine...Uh!" Before he finished speaking, Feng Yumo's face became paler. Eyes swept to the burning incense burner...

This fragrance...

"No, you are like this, how can you dance the sword again!" Lan Qing'er was very anxious. Seeing Zhou Chengyuan's disdain, a flash of light flashed in his mind: "Mr. Zhou, my husband is unwell. My husband finished dancing this sword?"

When these words came out, Zhou Chengyuan was even more surprised: "You can dance swords?"

"Yes," Lan Qing'er paused and said, "I have read and recorded this set of swordsmanship of your Royal Highness. Now your Royal Highness is unwell, can I continue with the remaining swordsmanship?"

A strange look flashed across Zhou Chengyuan's eyes: "Well, since your Royal Highness has said that you have seen it, and you remember, let the remaining sword moves, let His Royal Highness do it for you. Neto"

Feng Yumo's eyes darkened, and he squeezed Lan Qing'er's hand tightly: "Qing'er, let's go back if we can't finish the sword dance."

Lan Qing'er shook his head and said, "His Royal Highness, your sword is about luck. Qing'er knows it, so let me try it. Qing'er promises not to lose your face."

Feng Yumo frowned slightly: "My husband is not worried about this..."

"Since you are not worried about this, then it's okay. Your Royal Highness should watch Qing'er dance the sword for you. How about this?"

Feng Yumo groaned a little, sighed lightly, nodded, Lan Qing'er helped him back to the seat, and handed him a cup of hot tea: "Drink this cup of hot tea first, and let it go for a while. Just come back."

A touch of gentleness flashed in his eyes, and Feng Yu said softly, "Qing'er, don't force it."

"Well, Qing'er knows." Lan Qing'er shook his hand heavily, "Can you lend Qing'er the Chunjun sword?"

Feng Yumo smiled faintly and put the sword in her hand.

Lan Qing'er took the sword and slowly pulled it away. The glow of the sword fell like water, and he couldn't help but praised: "Good sword!"

Walking to the middle with a pure Jun sword, Lan Qing'er held a fist towards the two sitting in the seat and said: "Two, Qing'er is showing his ugliness."

After the words, her face was condensed, Chun Jun Jian drew a graceful sword light beside her, Lan Qing'er's figure moved with the sword, fast or slow, thinking of Feng Yu and ink dancing in her mind. Her sword moves were imitated one by one. She has a natural memory. Although she hasn't been able to remember her, she can still remember seven or eight. She moves a set of swords and dances very smoothly.

Take a short turn, turn around, and close! Lan Qing'er leaned slightly and said, "The sword style is over. After all, it's not your highness. This sword move is still not enough. I hope Mr. Zhou will forgive me."

Zhou Chengyuan clapped his hands and gave Lan Qing'er a thumbs up: "Yes, not bad, it's as powerful as the point of the sword, swallowing the mountains and rivers with anger, and the women don't let their beards and eyebrows, so admire!"

Lan Qing'er smiled, "Since Mr. Zhou admires it, is this pass?"

Zhou Chengyuan glanced at Feng Yumo: "His Royal Highness does not show his face, and it surprised a certain person. This good wife is a blessing to your Highness."

Feng Yumo smiled faintly and said nothing.

Lan Qing'er bowed his hand: "It's just a set of sword moves. Mr. Zhou has passed the award."

After speaking, he walked back to the seat, shook Feng Yumo's hand, and carefully helped him get his pulse.

The breath is a little weak, and it can be adjusted after a short rest. It should be fine.

Slowly infuse the zhenqi into Feng Yumo's body, and after seeing a touch of surprise in his eyes, he returned to calmness, and he increased his strength a little bit where he held his hands.

"Qing'er, there is nothing wrong with my husband, don't worry."

Lan Qing'er smiled: "Qing'er didn't worry much. You won't be able to laugh if you are worried."

Feng Qiang portrayed himself as a loving, righteous and responsible father, but in Feng Nu's eyes, this was nothing.

For so many years, she has understood Feng Qiang thoroughly. He is selfish and stingy. How can he truly consider others and be generous to others?

There must be some hidden secret why her biological mother chose to leave!

"Then do you know where she went?"

"I don't know! I only know that she ran away with the wild man!" Feng Qiang said angrily. He has been tracking her whereabouts secretly over the years. Whenever he finds any clues, he will follow the vines and find the woman. Give the green hat a beating first. But it is a pity that he has not found her trace after searching for so many years, she seems to have disappeared out of thin air! Now it's okay to talk to Feng Nu, let her find it herself.

"Can you find it?" Hearing what Feng Qiang said, Feng Nu always felt that there was a reason for his biological mother's departure! She could not be the same person as Yang Yun. She wanted to find her and ask about some of the circumstances at the time.

"I can't find it anyway. If you can find it, you will find it! Now Yang Yun is gone, I am a person, you can't leave me! I'm your biological father!"

Feng Qiang has always been a rascal, otherwise he would not want to sell his daughter to pay off the debt!

Now Yang Yun is also running away, and there is no money around him. Feng Nu was a good man, and he went next to two rich children, and followed them to feast and drink. Her hard days are over, so what about his?

"You ask them to arrange an idle job for me too, so that I don't starve to death."

Brother Dao's debt has been paid off, and he still has some small money. He will rely on it if he wants! The most important thing now is that he can mix in a bite of rice.

But he had a broken arm, and now he is disabled, and he can't find work anywhere! It's not always necessary to let him go to the street to beg, he can't pull this face down.

"Bah! You need to point your face! I tell you, even if they agree, I won't agree!" Feng Slave knew exactly what role his father was, how could she allow him to entrap her savior?

Yi Long and Yi Feng thought they had talked for so long in the ward, and they should have said almost everything! In addition, Yi Feng was really worried about Feng Slave's safety, and as soon as he put down his job, he clamored to go back and have a look.

After they returned to the ward, seeing that everything was normal, Yi Feng patted his chest in relief.

When Feng Qiang saw that his two little gold masters had returned, he immediately smiled and flattered. "You are Feng Slave's lifesavers, and I want to thank you for her! It's a pity that I have no money to buy things to thank you!"

"I want to thank you too. If you didn't sell her to Oriental Entertainment City, we wouldn't be able to save her! If it wasn't for you to owe others so much money, and others demand debts, we would not be able to save her! You are her benefactor!" Yi Feng's words are full of irony, Feng Qiang doesn't mind very much, as long as he can eat and eat, he can listen to any bad things.

"Hey, I am not forced to be helpless!"

"If you are forced to be helpless? If you are forced to be helpless, you can sell her? Why don't you sell yourself?"

He wanted to sell himself, but no one wanted him! He still wanted Yang Yun to sell it, but she cried and hanged herself, and she disagreed with her life and death, so he could only put his mind on Feng Slave. Shao Feng is the only seedling in the family, and he never listens to him, and he can't make ideas on him!