The emperor's loyal dog, oh, ran away?

After a long circle, Chuuxue returned to Li Rang's hands.

Li Rang looked at Chuuxue and wondered, hey, is this sword so ugly?

Although it is called Chuuxue, this sword is not light at all, and it is far from what the emperor originally intended.Xiang Yaojue is a very smart person, and he knows how to do things very well.

Whether it is martial arts or anything else, he always learns very quickly.

You must know that weapon making is not something that can be learned overnight, especially in the step of forging iron. Without long-term accumulated experience, it is difficult to shape iron blocks.

As the first sword created by Xiang Yao Jue, Fuxue was already considered a very successful sword.

But the emperor was not satisfied that he worked so hard to make such an ugly sword, and he didn't continue to polish it later, and Fuxue never sharpened it.

When a certain uncle wanted to throw away the sword, Li Rang happened to have completed a task, and asked Xiang Yaojue for the sword when asking for the reward.Xiang Yaojue gave it to him without even thinking about it.

Serving became Li Rang's only sword. No matter how tragic the battlefield was, he never lost his sword.

Chuuxue once fell off a cliff with an assassin, so Li Rang went to get the sword back regardless of Xiang Yaojue's objection.This is also something that is often joked about later.

Chuuxue is something that Li Rang regards as a treasure. It is not tough enough and not sharp enough. It has been broken countless times on the battlefield. Li Rang has no idea how many times this Chuuxue has been repaired.

But he still stubbornly kept it as it was, without sharpening or re-strike, just holding the blunt sword and sitting firmly in the Tianyi position.

Others said that if he had a good sword in his hand, he would probably not lose to anyone, but Li Rang understood that it was because of this blunt sword that he never made mistakes.

It is precisely because of Fubuki in his hands...

When he buried Chuuxue before, he thought that Chuuxue would be farewell to him, but Chuuxue returned to his hand, and Li Rang took Chuuxue in his palm and waved it a few times.

He couldn't help smiling.

In fact, the sword that Mu Ya gave him was indeed a precious sword, as a martial artist, how could he not understand it, how could he not like swords?

But when holding such a good sword in his hand, there is always a sense of disobedience. Even though he said that the sword is already his, he always feels that what he is holding belongs to someone else.

Only Chuuxue is Li Rang's sword.

Taking advantage of his joy, he went to the courtyard and performed two sets of sword skills. After the dance, he put the sword on the stone table, sat under the tree and drank half a pot of hot tea.

Today I told Yaojue that he would not be able to return until later, um...

Li Rang was stunned for a while, then suddenly remembered something, found a can of ointment, and found the deerskin that was specially used for wiping swords before, and gave his blowing snow a maintenance.

It's just a broken sword that everyone doesn't like, but after returning it to his hand, Li Rang felt very at ease.

Xiang Yaojue, who came back to accompany Li Rang for lunch at noon, saw Li Rang with a smile on his face as soon as he entered the door.

"You're so happy to see me?" Although he knew it wasn't, Xiang Yaojue wanted to ask that.

Li Rang nodded when he saw Xiang Yaojue. He was naturally happy to see him.

"Why are you back?" Li Rang heard that he might be too busy to eat in the past few days...

After the morning court, I didn't have time to have breakfast, so I started to get busy.

Li Rang hurriedly brought him a plate of snacks, touched the already cold tea, and then got up to make him a new pot.

Xiang Yaojue grabbed Li Rang, put the kettle in his hand back to its original position, then hugged Li Rang from the front, and whispered in his ear: "I'm so tired."

Li Rang pursed his lips, then hugged the emperor lightly: "You must be hungry, please sit down for a while, and I will pass the meal to you."

The emperor shook his head: "I won't eat."

"why do not you eat?"

"I want to eat what you made."

Li Rang froze for a moment, then nodded again: "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

"But I don't want you to be tired, so I still don't eat." Xiang Yaojue shook his head again, and fell down on the couch with Li Rang in his arms.

Just as Li Rang wanted to say that he was not tired, Xiang Yaojue bowed his head and kissed him.

"Should we change our name?"

"what?"

"What makes you so happy?" Xiang Yaojue asked another question.

Li Rang was still thinking about what they could call each other, so he asked a new question: "Huh?"

"Is it because of Mu Ya's letter?" Xiang Yaojue buried his head in his chest: "It's been a long time since you came back, and you haven't smiled at me a few times. He just sent a letter...you're so happy."

"What letter?" Li Rang couldn't catch it.

"What else can I do wrong? Tell me, are you pretending to be willing to marry me and planning to leave me secretly while I'm relaxing?" Xiang Yaojue asked, his tone already filled with anxiety and anger .

Li Rang stared blankly at an angry Xiang Yaojue, who would pinch his belly, face, or mouth.

"Calm down." Li Rang frowned, biting a bit painfully.

Xiang Yaojue pursed his lips: "Why didn't you answer me? Even the names of you are so intimate. I thought about it many times, but they called me first..."

"You can call it that too."

"What is 'also' is fine, I don't want it."

Li Rang touched his back: "Then what do you want to call me?"

"How about my lady? We're getting married anyway." Xiang Yaojue said excitedly, and shouted several times.

Li Rang had goosebumps all over his body: "I'm also a man...it's not suitable."

"I don't care." He approached Li Rang's ear and whispered something.

Li Rang's face was a little hot, he shook his head and disagreed.

Xiang Yaojue's eyes darkened, and he asked again: "You don't want to?"

Li Rang shook his head: "No."

Xiang Yaojue took out a letter from his bosom, the letter had been crumpled by his grasp, it was the letter from Mu Ya in his mouth.

He threw the letter beside Li Rang, then got up and sat at the end of the bed.

Seeing the disappointment on his face, Li Rang felt a pain in his heart. Instead of reading the letter, he got up and grabbed Xiang Yaojue's hand: "It's not that I don't want to...it's just...it's a bit embarrassing. I..."

Xiang Yaojue didn't look back, he nodded: "I know, I won't force you. I said I won't do anything you don't like again... Do you not want me to touch you?"

Li Rang pursed his lips. He was indeed somewhat conflicted about the affair with Xiang Yaojue. After all, the memories they had between them... were not good.But if he wanted it, he wouldn't actually refuse it.

Would he like it... He had never considered things like this...

Li Rang fell silent here, and before Xiang Yaojue's expected answer came, Xiang Yaojue's heart tensed up, and he looked back at Li Rang: "It's my fault, in the future I..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Rang raised his head and looked at him with twinkling eyes, but his face gradually moved closer.

Then he raised his hand and grabbed Xiang Yaojue's shoulder, turned his head slightly, closed his eyes, and pressed a deep kiss on his lips, then he slightly separated the distance between the two, and whispered in a hoarse voice He yelled vaguely: "Sir..."