After marrying wrongly, I became the general's white moonlight

Chapter 211
The sun was setting, and the red sunset coated the yellow glazed tiles with a layer of golden light, making the pavilions in the capital look magnificent.

After finishing his drink, Pei Mo was about to say goodbye to King Yi and reply, but Fang Anren reluctantly wanted to follow him back to the General's Mansion.

Yi Wang waved his hand and let the two of them go.

Originally, he wanted to go straight home, but on the way, Pei Mo saw Shufang Zhai opened on Zhengyang Street, and wanted to buy some pastries to go back to Murong Qing for a tooth-beating ceremony, so he went up to line up.

Fang Anren, who was watching from the side, was stunned. Who would have thought that General Zhen Guo, who made the foreign enemies fearful, would line up to buy pastries for his wife himself one day?

Not long after, the two returned to the General's Mansion. Murong Qing took the pastries and smiled with crooked eyebrows, as if the light from the sky was condensed in that smile. Fang Anren seemed to understand why Pei Mo was willing to wait in line for half an hour to buy pastries up.

"Brother Pei, come and have a drink, I can't even get in the way with my dad on the sidelines!"

Fang Anren carried the wine and stepped into the backyard of the General's Mansion. There was a magnolia flower tree growing in the backyard, and the tree was full of budding flowers.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance floating in the breeze, and the freshness oncoming made people feel refreshed. Fang Anren said in surprise, "Wow! When did the flower buds form? There were no buds when I came last time."

Murong Qing explained, "The flower buds formed at the beginning of the month may be due to the hot weather, and the magnolia flower tree has flower buds in one night, and I only know it when I wake up in the daytime. It's amazing!"

Pei Mo nodded, "This magnolia flower tree is the first time since I moved into the general's mansion to bear buds. It is also a good sign. Why don't you just drink under this magnolia flower tree."

"Brother Pei, I still remember the ten-step swordsmanship you taught me. How about I show you the dance, so you can give me some pointers."

I don't know if it was because of the strength of the wine, Fang Anren picked up the wooden sword in the corner and practiced his sword skills as if no one was there.

As soon as something related to martial arts was mentioned, Murong Qing's eyes lit up, he stopped eating the pastry, stared at Fang Anren with burning eyes, and clapped his hands and applauded when he saw the wonderful place.

When Pei Mo saw her staring at Fang Anren intently, his jealousy suddenly overturned. Why didn't he see her cheering when he was practicing swords.

In fact, it was Pei Mo who woke up early, and Murong Qing didn't wake up until after sword practice, so she couldn't be blamed for staring at Fang Anren.

Thinking of this, Pei Mo felt that the wine in the bowl was no longer fragrant, and it seemed necessary to teach Fang Anren what the real ten-step sword technique is.

"Come here, bring two swords."

Pei Mo threw a sword to Fang Anren, and said, as if he would not accept anyone, "Come on, let's make gestures!"

Fang Anren couldn't wish for it, "Okay, brother Pei, don't let me just because I'm young, maybe my swordsmanship is more exquisite than yours!"

The two held swords against each other, both had been on the battlefield to kill enemies, the atmosphere in the courtyard was tense, Murong Qing felt that it was not easy, so he ran to the corner to watch the battle wittily, so as not to be hurt by their sword energy.

Fang Anren made the first move, stabbing towards Pei Mo with a long sword, Pei Mo raised his sword to block, and the two carefully forged swords buzzed together, like a charge horn, and like a battlefield The drums were beating, and after a few moves, no one was left behind.

The two people's movements are as graceful as a dragon, and they seem to be indistinguishable from the winner, but if you look carefully, you will find that Pei Mo is holding a sword in his left hand, and his right hand is behind his back all the time.

In an instant, Pei Mo saw the flaws in Fang Anren's footsteps, smiled, sideways dodged the stabbing sword, and hit Fang Anren's stomach hard with the handle of the knife in his backhand!

Victory and defeat.

"pain……"

Fang Anren fell to the ground on his back, hugged his stomach and moaned, "Brother Pei is so cruel!"

Pei Mo smiled like a cunning fox, "I've accepted it, it seems that your swordsmanship is still a bit off."

Murong Qing, who feasted his eyes, clapped his hands and opened his mouth wide enough to hold an egg, "The general is amazing!"

Hearing this, Pei Mo put away his sword, and his heart was full of joy, but his face was calm, and he clenched his hands into fists by his mouth to pretend to cough, but he could barely hide the upturned corners of his mouth.

"General, teach me, I want to learn this skill too!"

Murong Qing ran over and hugged Pei Mo's hand and begged, the envy in his eyes was about to overflow.

Pei Mo was in a good mood, and it was rare for him to nod in agreement, "I will teach you as my husband."

"Great!"

Murong Qing was so happy that he wanted to jump up, and ran to snatch the sword from Fang Anren's hand.

Pei Mo frowned and said, "Don't want this sword, heavy, this mahogany sword is suitable."

"Yeah."

Murong Qing took over the wooden sword, as long as he can practice martial arts, it doesn't matter what kind of sword he holds.

Fang Anren, who was lying on the ground, was about to cry, but looked at the couple who looked like no one else, and shouted in his heart, who cares!It's fine if no one helps him up, but you still have to grab his sword, and it's fine if you grab his sword, but still think his sword is heavy?
The distressed Fang Anren stood upright like a carp, patted the dirt on his back, and sat alone watching them practice swords.

The pink buds are hidden among the green leaves. Under the tree, Pei Mo's face is like a crown of jade, and Murong Qing is more delicate than a flower. Pei Mo holds her hand and explains sword skills to her step by step in slow motion.

This scene is as beautiful as a picture scroll. Why does Fang Anren feel that he is a little redundant? Is it an illusion?
In the early morning of the next day, Pei Mo remembered that he hadn't told Murong Qing about King Yi's birthday.

"Fang Jing's birthday?" Murong Qing murmured.

Remembering that there was indeed a birthday banquet for King Yi in his previous life, he nodded, "Okay, I will go with the general to meet this prince."

In her previous life, she had seen Yi Wang from afar, but had never had contact with him. She only heard rumors that Yi Wang Fang Jing had a strong temper, but he was upright and friendly to his subordinates.

But after all, King Yi is the one who can influence the decision of His Majesty, Murong Qing always felt uneasy, and asked again, "General, is this King Yi treating you really well?"

Pei Mo felt that these words were familiar, and remembered what Uncle Shi asked yesterday, is that person reliable?Can't help laughing, only those who really treat him well will worry about him being deceived.

"Don't worry, Uncle Shi treats me very well, and even wants to recognize me as his adopted son."

Murong Qing breathed a sigh of relief, the people who treat Pei Mo well are his own.

"Then let's think about what gift to prepare for King Yi."

In the Second Prince's Mansion, Sheng Xiuyu paced back and forth in the main hall with a dark face.

The steward at the side looked worriedly at the utensils on the shelf. Those items were all newly purchased. I hope that the second prince will not lose his temper and smash everything.

Thinking about it, he looked worriedly at the wing in the northwest corner. That wing was where the genius doctor Wude lived. The steward thought to himself, hoping that the genius doctor would wake up quickly, otherwise the objects in the hall would really suffer.

The second prince once wondered if Wude had put down his burden and quit, but he was really afraid of this, so he dared not speak out.

(End of this chapter)