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Liuli put her hand on the back of the prince's hand and said softly: "Your Highness, don't say next year, Liuli will dance for His Highness on New Year's Eve every year in the future, until the day His Highness gets tired of it."

"How could I get bored? Liuli's dancing posture, even if I watch it for a lifetime, I will never get tired of it. I'm afraid that one day you will leave me." The prince sighed softly, "I have really wronged you these past few years."

"Your Highness, please don't say that. Liuli is very satisfied with His Highness's side." Liuli smiled sweetly, but not vulgar, "Your Highness, do you want Liuli to dance for you again?"

"You're tired too." The prince said softly, "Come, drink with me." After drinking the rest of the wine in the cup, Liu Li picked up the jug to fill him up, but saw the prince looking into the distance, Muttering to himself: "He is over there, what will happen if I don't know?"

"Who is His Highness talking about?"

"Of course it's my father." The prince said with a faint smile: "He has been in the capital for more than 20 years since the founding of the country, and this year is the first time he spends New Year's Eve outside the capital."

"Your Highness, don't worry, the empress is by his side, the Holy Majesty will not be lonely." Liuli comforted her softly.

The prince smiled lightly, "Queen...I'm afraid that the one accompanying him is not the queen, but that barbarian witch? Does he still care about the queen?"

"Your Highness, you...!"

The crown prince shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, I just thought of it suddenly and said something casually. That's right, Liuli, you said that Hexi Road is located in the north, and the climate there is colder than our capital here. The queen is there, can you adapt? She But Southerners."

"People from the south will always feel a little uncomfortable when they come to the north." Liuli said with a smile: "I am originally from the Northwest. When I first arrived in the capital, I didn't quite adapt to the climate here. It's too humid here. After a while, you will be able to get used to it. The queen is on the side of Hexi, so there will naturally be someone to take good care of her, so there should be no problem."

The prince smiled and nodded, but at this moment, he saw a person kneeling outside the hall door, and reported: "Your Highness, Commander Tian is asking to see you!"

"Tianhou?" The crown prince frowned slightly, "Didn't I ask him to rest at home?"

"Commander Tian said that he is fine. Tonight is New Year's Eve. He used to serve His Highness every New Year's Eve, and he wants to serve His Highness this year."

The prince hesitated for a moment, and finally said lightly: "Let him come over!"

When Tian Hou came in, the prince was expressionless. He saw Tian Hou wearing a gray brocade robe with the ghost knife on his waist. He walked to the case and knelt down on the ground, "I have seen Your Highness!"

The crown prince raised his hand, Tian Hou stood up, glanced at Liuli, nodded slightly, Liuli smiled softly, she was so beautiful.

"Tianhou, I asked you to rest at home, so you don't have to come to see me, why do you still want to come?" The prince picked up the wine cup, but didn't drink it, shaking the wine cup, "Are your injuries healed?"

Tian Hou immediately said: "Reporting to Your Highness, the humble position has recovered, so I am here to serve His Highness around!"

"Heal?" The crown prince smiled strangely, and looked at Tian Hou's left arm, a sleeve hanging down empty, "Your left arm is gone, and you will never have a chance to recover in this life."

The corners of Tian Hou's eyes twitched, his head was lowered, but his voice was still very firm, "Without the left arm, the right arm can still protect His Highness."

"I know that the essence of your saber technique is in your left arm. The famous Ghost Saber relies on that valuable left arm." The prince sighed, "Tianhou without his left arm, Can it still be called a ghost knife?"

Tian Hou raised his head, "Your Highness, without a left arm, the humble job is still a ghost knife. My knife is still there!"

The prince beckoned and signaled Tian Hou to come closer. Tian Hou walked up to the prince and knelt down. The prince stretched out his hand, held the handle of Tian Hou's saber, and pulled out the saber with a "choke".

The corners of Tian Hou's eyes twitched slightly.

The ghost knife is his personal weapon. For a real swordsman, it is equivalent to life. The sword is in the presence of people, and the sword destroys people. Without the permission of the swordsman, not to mention pulling out the saber, just touching it lightly It is also a kind of blasphemy.

But at the moment the crown prince drew Tian Hou's sword, Tian Hou was displeased, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"This is a good knife." The prince looked at the sharp ghost knife and said softly: "Tian Hou, you practiced the knife half your life, there is a reason, I think you understand better than Bengong!"

"Please enlighten me, Your Highness!"

"The quality of a weapon does not lie in the weapon itself, but in the person who uses the weapon." The prince did not look at Tian Hou, but at the sharp blade, "A piece of ordinary iron, if it is used by a real master, can also be melted." Decay is magic, and if a magic weapon falls into the hands of mediocrity, it will have no power at all."

Tian Hou reluctantly said: "Your Highness is teaching."

"When your left arm is on, you are indeed one of the best masters in the world today. In your hands, this sword can be regarded as a treasured sword worthy of a hero, and it has not been humiliated." Then the prince slowly shifted his gaze to Tian Hou's face. Go up, "But without your left arm, your kung fu is so common. Of the three hundred guards in the palace, at least 50 of them can defeat you. Do you believe it?"

Tian Hou lowered his head, clenched his teeth, but said: "His Royal Highness, as long as three years, my right hand can also use this knife, no, one year, just give me one year, after one year, I will still be the same as before." Ghost Knife!"

"One year?" The prince sighed: "Tian Hou, you are a very smart person, but... you returned to the capital, but the palace did not punish you and ordered you to recuperate at home. Your monthly salary is not a penny." Little, don’t you really understand what I mean?”

"Your Highness, I... I am not disabled, I am loyal to Your Highness...!"

"Tian Hou, what you said is right. I use the word loyalty first. Without loyalty, I will not use it." The prince stared at Tian Hou, "But loyalty is not enough. You have been with me for many years. , You should understand that everyone under this palace can play a role when it is needed by this palace."

Tian Hou closed his eyes.

"I can wait for you for a year, but what about the others?" The prince slowly inserted the ghost knife into Tianhou's scabbard, "The guards under your command are not afraid of you, but those who respect you." Dao, your sword is no longer a ghost sword, do you think they will respect you? If the commander of the guards of the Prince's Mansion cannot be respected by his subordinates, how can he command them to protect the palace?"

Tian Hou raised his head, with despair in his eyes, "Your Highness, I can protect you, not for a year, you... you give me three months...!"

"Zhao Quan!" The crown prince called out, and from outside the door, a burly man with a knife on his waist came in, knelt down at the door, and respectfully said: "The humble job is here!"

Tian Hou looked back, of course he knew Zhao Quan.

For the guards of the Prince's Mansion, there is a guard commander and two deputy commanders, who are respectively in charge of the left and right. This Zhao Quan is the left commander, and among the guards of the Prince's Mansion, he is only under Tian Hou.

"Tian Hou, Zhao Quan is your subordinate. He has followed you for many years. Of course you know how good his sword skills are." , as long as you defeat Zhao Quan, I will reuse you. I don’t need you to prove it to me, but to your subordinates, are you willing?”

Tian Hou immediately said: "Humble job!"

"Okay, backyard martial arts competition, Ben Gong will watch the battle in person!"

In the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, the Prince was sitting in a wheelchair with a fur coat on his body, and Mrs. Liuli was also wearing a white brocade jacket, standing beside the Prince.

There are more than a dozen guards standing around, all of them are the best among the guards of the Prince's Mansion. Against the two, Zhao Quan and Tian Hou stood facing each other. With a faint smile on his face, Zhao Quan cupped his hands and said, "Commander Tian, ​​you have offended me!" !"

Tian Hou didn't say anything, and slowly pulled out the ghost knife with his right hand, pointing forward, and said calmly: "Go ahead!"

Zhao Quan had also drawn out his saber, and looked at the crown prince. The crown prince nodded slightly. Without hesitation, Zhao Quan, like a swallow, leaned forward, and the big saber in his hand had already slashed down.

Tian Hou faced the enemy with one arm, and knew that Zhao Quan's martial arts were not weak. He took a step back and dodged, instead of blocking the knife, he slashed at Zhao Quan's waist. End the battle in the shortest possible time.

Zhao Quan seemed to be quite familiar with Tian Hou's routine. The big knife was slanted downward, and with a sound of "Ding", the two blades met. And upwards, the blade goes up to grab Tian Hou's throat, Tian Hou shakes his wrist to block the incoming knife, you come and I go, there are dozens of rounds in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Quan slashed several times in a row, mercilessly, and each knife was fiercer than the next. Tian Hou wanted to use his ultimate move, but he practiced hard at the beginning, so he put his mind to it, and practiced all his ultimate moves on his left hand, even to confuse Enemy, prevent the right hand from showing the essence of the saber technique unnaturally on weekdays, but this right hand has not practiced ultimate moves.

If you can deal with ordinary people, Tian Hou's right hand is enough, but Zhao Quan, as the left commander of the prince's mansion, is of course extremely skilled. After a few cuts, Tian Hou retreated again and again, and suddenly saw Zhao Quan's strong attack, his chest was exposed. There was a small opening, and with a roar, the long knife struck out, stabbing Zhao Quan's chest with all his strength.

Seeing that the blade was about to stab Zhao Quan's chest, Tian Hou suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then felt a heat on his face, and a burst of pungent pain spread. With a "bang", Zhao Quan kicked high, and kicked At Tian Hou's wrist, this kick was really not light, Tian Hou's hand trembled, the blade lost its direction, and then he felt a chill in his throat, Zhao Quan had already laughed and said: "Commander Tian, ​​I admit it!" His knife was already on Tian Hou's neck.

Tian Hou was stunned for a moment, the ghost knife in his hand fell to the ground, his body swayed, looking at Zhao Quan's smile in front of him, a surge of blood suddenly surged up, and with a sound of "Wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhao Quan withdrew the saber, Tian Hou was dizzy and knelt down on the ground. When he looked up at the people around him, he saw the contempt in the eyes of his former subordinates. It doesn't hide it, it's all on the face.

"Tianhou, it's not that this palace doesn't give you a chance." The prince sighed, "There is no ghost knife in the world. Go back, you have followed this palace for many years, and this palace will not abandon you. Your salary, this palace will not let you go." It will be less!"

Tian Hou's mind went blank, and he saw the peony-like figure beside the prince from the corner of his eyes, and moved his eyes to see Liuli's alluring face. At this time, Tian Hou's eyes were already begging.