Daming: Let you supervise the country according to the order, and you go to cultivate immortals?

Chapter 41: Spring Snow Falls (Read More!)
The military frame trembled, and the sound of humming swords sounded.

The sword box on the left unfolded in an instant, and a silver sword with a three-foot-long blade shot out, hovering in front of Zhu Xiongying.

The cold light of the sword was like a mirror, reflecting Zhu Xiongying's handsome face.

"Ugh…"

Zhu Xiongying looked at the sword in front of him with a look of bitterness all over his face.

In fact, this task of reviewing swordsmanship is one of the tasks Zhu Xiongying least wants to do.

The reason is also very simple, it takes too much energy.

'Supplement to Task [-]: Copying the Preface to Lanting with Swordsmanship'

Zhu Xiongying can understand the original intention of this kind of mission, it can enhance his ability to control the sword, especially the degree of precision.

But Yu Jian copying copybooks, is this a job that people can think of?
Anyway, this system is not human.

Zhu Xiongying's fingers turned into swords, and pressed down slightly.

I saw the sword in front of me slowly descending, the tip of the sword touched an inkstone on the ground, dipped in ink.

Then Zhu Xiongying waved his sleeves, and the sword came out vertically and horizontally, and stopped in front of a piece of human-high rice paper hanging three feet away, and he was about to start copying the Lanting Preface.

This is a very delicate technical work.

The tip of the sword is sharp and cannot be heavy, the rice paper will be broken if it is heavy, and it has to be done again if it is broken.

It can't be light, and it won't get ink if it is light.

Of course, there is another more advanced usage of this Sword Controlling Technique, that is, Flying with a Sword Controlling Sword. This operation is extremely irritating. Once it is performed, the young girls of the entire Ming Dynasty will probably be overwhelmed by His Highness the Grandson.

But Zhu Xiongying hasn't developed it to that point yet, according to his estimate, he won't have that chance until he has practiced the fencing technique to a certain level.

The night passed little by little.

The Yanwu stage was quiet with only a few insects chirping, and Zhu Xiongying, who was so angry, continued to stay up all night practicing...

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Zhili of the Ming Dynasty, including fourteen prefectures including Yingtian Mansion, Suzhou Mansion, and Fengyang Mansion, and four Zhili prefectures including Xuzhou and Chuzhou.

Today is the spring in March, Zhili at night, with gentle wind and light rain, peach blossoms are in full bloom.

In the inner city of Yingtianfu, two watchmen were walking on the empty street.

The one holding the lantern shuddered, and the candle flame in his hand flickered a few times.

"Why do I feel a little cold?"

The next door was in charge of playing the gong, while the older watchman smiled.

"Did you kid go to the brothel again during the day? Your body is so weak, but you are 12 years younger than me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old watchman picked up the mallet in his hand and beat the gong proficiently.

"Boom—boom, boom, boom!"

One fast and three slow, representing the fourth watch arrival.

"It's four o'clock when it's ugly, and it's freezing cold!"

The old watchman shouted at the top of his voice, knocking and shouting as he walked.

Huh~huh...

Suddenly, there was a cool wind blowing, and the bitter cold air was caught in it.

"What the hell is going on with the weather..."

The old watchman who played the gong couldn't help shivering this time. The two of them could clearly feel the sudden drop in air temperature. After enduring the cold wind and rushing through the street, the temperature was so low that they could breathe out.

"I can't bear it anymore, let's go back and add some clothes."

The two watchmen huddled up and trotted along the way when they went back and forth.

In the night, heavy snow suddenly fell.

………………

In the heavy snow, there was a carriage running wildly on the Zhili post road, followed by three or five soldiers on horseback.

Inside the carriage, a middle-aged man with a goatee had a sullen face and seemed to be in a very heavy mood.

This person is called Sun Qian, and his official is the professor of Prince Qin's residence. He accompanied the son of Prince Qin to Beijing this time. He thought it was a good job, but he didn't expect that he would be in charge of collecting Zhu Shangbing's body in the end.

When he took Zhu Shangbing's body away from Xiaoling, everyone was numb.

He could even imagine how angry King Qin would be when he returned to Qin. It was not clear how many people King Qin would kill, but he would definitely kill him, the mourner.

"Ugh…"

Can't help but let out a long sigh.

Sun Qian was in a sad mood. He looked at the scene outside the car and found that it was snowing heavily and the road was freezing.

"The land of water towns in the south of the Yangtze River in Zhili has already entered spring, so how can it change so quickly."

Just as Sun Qian was thinking wildly and diverting his attention, there was a sudden 'cough' sound from inside the car.

Sun Qian's body trembled violently and his eyes were trembling.

Fraud? !
"Sun Qian, where is this?"

It wasn't until the sound sounded that Sun Qian turned his head and looked at the opposite side of the carriage. Zhu Shangbing, who was lying dead, opened his eyes and sat up.

"His Royal Highness, you, you..."

Sun Qian wanted to say that you are dead.

"You're fine!"

"We are already on our way back to Qin."

Sun Qian was both surprised and delighted. At the same time, he lamented that there are so many talented people in the Ming Dynasty who can sell fake medicines to the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

After waking up, Zhu Shangbing took a deep breath, he was stabbed twice in the prison, and Xiaoling poisoned wine, all of which were vividly remembered, his eyes were full of uncontrollable turbulent hatred.

"Zhu Xiongying!"

"One day, I will let you experience a hundred times the pain and ten thousand times the humiliation I suffered today!"

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The next day, the sky was bright.

The Forbidden City is already covered with snow, and every golden tile of the palace is covered with thick white snow.

Qianqing Palace, Nuan Pavilion.

Lao Zhu, who was used to waking up at the fifth watch, was standing at the threshold of the Nuan Pavilion with his brows frowned, looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window.

Behind him, Qin Tianjian was kneeling tremblingly.

"Your Majesty, the sudden change in the sky is a warning from the heavens, and please give me your majesty's sanction."

Old Zhu was silent.

The biggest change that has happened recently is the prelude to the reduction of feudal lords personally initiated by his eldest grandson.

Is it because the cutting of the feudal clan angered the heavens?

Moreover, the frost and cold during the spring plowing is tantamount to making the common people feel lonely during the spring plowing, which will definitely affect the grain harvest of Zhili this year.

"Qin Tianjian is speaking recklessly, and now he will cut off all his official positions and put him in the prison."

Lao Zhu opened his mouth lightly, and the Qin Tianjian, who was kneeling behind him, was in a daze. He didn't understand what he said wrong until he was escorted away by the Jinwu Guard.

"Cough cough cough..."

Coughing violently, Lao Zhu looked down at the blood on his palm, and calmly took the brocade handkerchief handed over by the palace servant to wipe it off.

He doesn't go to the sky, and now Lao Zhu can't take care of it anymore. He only thinks about how to minimize the impact on his grandson.

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Taisun Mansion, Yanwutai.

Zhu Xiongying had already piled up a thick layer of snow, and the rice paper hanging three feet away in front of him had 324 characters in the Lanting Preface, 323 of which had been copied.

When the last word, the last stroke was completed, the sword fell to the ground with a bang.

With a sound of 'poof', Zhu Xiongying threw his head up on the thick white snow, looked at the snowy sky, and let out a long breath.

His uncle's is finally finished.

Every time I practice this, there is always a fear of being dominated by the Chinese teacher when I was a child.

"Snow falls in spring."

Zhu Xiongying raised his hand, and a piece of white snow fell on his palm.

He has been cultivating for so many years, he has watched the sky every now and then, and he has long regarded himself as a weather forecaster. According to Master Zhu's weather forecast, the cold wave should have passed, and it is unlikely that it will snow.

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