Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Murong Chong woke up early as usual, opened his eyes and saw Xian'a's sleeping face, inexplicably healed up, gently pressed a kiss to her forehead with the corner of his mouth lightly, and then got up gently, not disturbing her sleep .

It was the coldest time before sunrise in the morning, so Murong Chong practiced sword in the courtyard wearing only a single shirt. This is his long-standing habit, and this is what he must do to be able to personally kill Fu Jian in the future.

After finishing a set of sword skills, fine beads of sweat appeared on Murong Chong's forehead.

"Okay!" Murong Chong was about to stop, when someone next to him cheered softly, seeing Murong Chong turning his head to look at him, Zhao Huacai continued, "Although the sword technique is good, the hostility in the sword is not enough."

Murong Chong didn't take his words to heart, smiled lightly, and said politely: "Mr. Zhao got up so early, I don't know if he has had breakfast? The servants in the mansion are very lazy, if you neglect Mr., please forgive me. "

"My lord, I'm worrying too much. Mr. Zhao is just a small accountant under someone else's hands, so it's a grand treat."

"Listen to what you said just now, do you know how to use swords?"

"It's just that I've been in the army for two years, so I only know a little bit about superficiality. Just now, I just expressed my own opinion on a whim. You don't have to take it to heart."

"It doesn't matter. I'm a little curious. Others say that there should be no hostility in the sword. It is easy to confuse the sword technique and cause people to go crazy. How come to Mr. Zhang, but there is not enough hostility in the sword?"

"This is just Zhao's one-sided opinion."

"It doesn't matter, sir."

"During those days when Zhao was in the army, he saw that those who have killed the enemy in battle are always different from those soldiers whose swords have never seen blood. The same military training has the same effect on these two kinds of people. It's completely different. Zhao thought hard for a long time, and it was only later that he realized that the soldiers who had killed the enemy were more murderous and hostile, so even if he was slightly weaker in martial arts moves than those soldiers who had never killed the enemy, he could always maintain his aura. It’s even better when it comes to combat. Martial arts moves must be perfect and exhaustive, but defeating the enemy is the most important thing.”

As Zhao Hua spoke, he stopped to look at Murong Chong, and Murong Chong nodded slightly to signal him to continue.

"This is also something that I have always thought is very strange. People who practice martial arts are still kind? The martial arts moves have been reduced, and the lack of hostility is just to prevent people who practice later from killing at will."

After listening to his words, Murong Chong smiled and said: "Mr. Zhao's statement is really novel. But Chong also thinks it is very right. If there is no hostility in the sword, how can you kill the person you hate."

"From Zhao's point of view, the young master doesn't seem to hate him, or he doesn't hate him enough."

Murong Chong was not angry this time, the fine sweat from exercising just now had dried up, and at this moment he could already feel the coldness of the morning wind, looked at the distant sky for a long time, and sighed: " If sir, you spend three years in that kind of life, how many rebellious scales can you hide in your heart?"

"This..." Zhao Hua was speechless for a moment.

"Sir, I just need to know that I hate, I hate..." Murong Chong said slowly, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened even more.

"Zhao is willing to do his best for the young master."

"Then thank you sir first." After Murong Chong finished speaking softly, he glanced at Zhao Hua, then turned and went back to the room.

At this moment, the servants who woke up early had already relighted the stove in the room, and the room gradually warmed up, and Murong Chong felt that his hands were a little stiff at this moment.He reached out to the stove to keep warm, and someone behind him covered him with clothes.

Just as he was about to stretch out his hand to pull the person behind him into his arms, he seemed to realize something and withdrew his hand again, but the person had already wrapped his waist from the back, Murong Chong paused, and said softly: "I'm cold."

Xian Ah tightened his grip: "My body is warm, and I will keep you warm."

Murong Chong smiled and covered the back of her hand with his hand.

"It's no wonder you're not cold to practice swords in such thin clothes." Xian'a leaned on his back and said angrily.

"It will be hot after practice." Murong Chong patiently explained.

"Then why are you so cold?"

"I stood outside for another moment."

"Then why don't you ask someone to bring you a piece of clothing?"

Murong Chong felt that his body was getting warmer now, so he turned around and hugged the person behind him into his arms, and joked with a smile: "I was stupid and didn't remember it at the moment, I will remember it next time, I really shouldn't have caused Madam to worry."

"You are a son, how can I become a wife?" Xian'a blushed in his arms and pouted angrily.

"This lady is not Mrs. He, but if you don't like it, then call your wife."

"Neither is good."

Murong Chong looked down at the person in his arms, frowned in thought, "Then I don't know how to call it, you can think of something to tell me."

Xian'a buried her face in Murong Chong's arms and shook her head. Murong Chong was about to do something to her obedient appearance when the door was pushed open inappropriately, and breakfast was brought into the room one after another. She also blushed and broke away from Murong Chong's embrace.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, the servants retreated out tactfully, leaving only two people in the room.

After the people had left, Xian'a dared to look up at Murong Chong, but she looked down again.

Murong Chong knew that she was shy, but he didn't want her to avoid him like this. Thinking of her rare initiative to hug just now, Murong Chong sighed, it was still progress, he could only take it slowly.

Xian A silently drank the porridge in the bowl, trying to pretend to be natural is actually very unnatural.

Ever since he rushed to the bridal chamber with Murong that day, he never dared to look at him.His face was beautiful, and it was even more beautiful at that time, which always made her look crazy.I have never seen such a beauty before, and I can still get along with him. Ever since I saw him like that, I always want to turn away when I look at his face.

So, I dare not look at him more and more.

While eating, Murong Chong looked at her expression.I don't know whether his blushing face was from embarrassment or from being steamed by the heat of the porridge, but his eyes were obviously lifeless, and he obviously didn't know what he was thinking, so Murong Chong could only shake his head helplessly.

Murong Chong put the vegetables into her bowl, so as to call back her wandering thoughts.

However, it clearly failed.Xian'a is still eating in a daze.

With a "bang", Murong Chong couldn't bear it and put down the bowl and chopsticks heavily.

Xian'a was finally called back to her thoughts, she was stunned for a while to react, and said, "Have you finished eating?"

Murong Chong looked at her: "That's all you plan to say?"

"Also, what?" Xian'a asked in a daze.

"What do you say?"

"Are you angry? Why?" Xian'a asked tentatively.

"What do you think?" Murong Chong looked at her face firmly.

"Did I do something wrong?" Xian'a felt uneasy, but Murong Chong's straight eyes made her unconsciously lower her head again.

"Don't bow your head." Murong Chong rarely sternly said to her.