After the divorce, my ex-uncle fell in love with me crazily

Duke Lu's Mansion has a large training ground.

When Rong Yin followed Uncle Chen to the training field, he saw a tall figure coming down from the field.

It was Lu Zhen.

He was wearing a black outfit and had a slim and slender figure. He had obviously just finished practicing martial arts, and his smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

When Uncle Chen saw him, he took two quick steps and handed him a piece of cloth, "Your Majesty, wipe it with me."

Lu Zhen took it and said, "Thank you, Uncle Chen."

Uncle Chen shook his head, thought of something, and said cheerfully: "By the way, Your Majesty, who do you think is here?"

After that, he stepped aside, and Rong Yin who was originally following him was exposed to Lu Zhen's eyes.

Their eyes met unexpectedly, and they were both stunned for a moment.

"Miss Rong." Lu Zhen was the first to react and greeted him.

"Prince Lu." Rong Yin also came back to his senses, stepped forward with lowered eyes, and bowed to him.

"Your Majesty, my wife and young lady are not at home, so it's up to you to entertain Miss Rong. I asked my servants to bring some refreshments." After Uncle Chen finished speaking, he left on his own.

Lu Zhen wanted to call him to stop, but he walked very fast and left after a while.

He frowned imperceptibly.

There were only two people left in the huge training ground. Rong Yin was a little embarrassed and was about to leave, but Lu Zhen had already taken the lead and said, "Let's sit over there."

Rong Yin followed his fingers and saw that it was a pavilion with tables and chairs inside. It should be a place where they usually rest after practicing martial arts here.

She nodded silently.

Lu Zhen said nothing and took her to the pavilion.

As soon as the two of them sat down, a servant came over with refreshments.

After placing the refreshments, the servants left.

Lu Zhen personally held the pot and poured Rong Yin a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Prince Lu." Rongyin whispered.

Lu Zhen glanced at her and said quietly: "Miss Rong, there is no need to be polite."

Rong Yin didn't know what to say, so she picked up the teacup and took a sip to cover up her embarrassment.

After drinking the tea, she put down the cup. With nowhere to turn her eyes, she had no choice but to look at the weapons rack on the training ground not far away.

There are all kinds of weapons on the weapons rack.

She couldn't help but wonder, what kind of weapons would someone like Lu Zhen be good at?
Is it a knife, a sword, or a halberd?

"Want to go up and try?" At this time, Lu Zhen asked in a deep voice.

Rong Yin was stunned for a moment, came back to her senses, and looked into his dark eyes. Her heartbeat couldn't help but skip a beat, and she stuttered: "Me, me?"

"Yeah." Lu Zhen nodded, remembering the scene of her teaching the dude a lesson in the pavilion on the day of the flower appreciation party. He guessed that she should know some skills.

Hearing this, Rong Yin waved her hands nervously and said, "I, I only know how to show off my skills, so I won't show off."

"Miss Rong, you are so humble. If you are just showing off your skills, how can you take off someone else's arm in one move?" Lu Zhen said warmly.

When Rong Yin heard this, her face turned red and she felt a little ashamed.

Knowing that she taught the dandy a lesson that day, she asked him to see it.

"I just learned a few tricks from my father when I was young. I didn't dare to do anything in front of Prince Lu." Rong Yin lowered his head and said.

Lu Zhen laughed and said nothing more.

Rong Yin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put down the cup and said, "I've been bothered a lot today, I..."

"If you have free time, would you mind practicing with me for a while?" Lu Zhen suddenly interrupted her.

Rong Yin was surprised, reacted, and wanted to refuse, but Lu Zhen had already stood up and walked towards the training ground.Rong Yin paused for a moment, then finally got up and followed him as if he was leaving.

When she arrived, Lu Zhen had stopped in front of the weapons rack.

He pointed his slender fingers at the weapon rack and asked her, "Which weapon is more handy?"

Rong Yin glanced at the weapon rack, was silent for a moment, and suddenly pressed it on her waist. Then, there was a mechanical sound. The next moment, a soft sword as thin as a silkworm's wing appeared on her waist. On hand.

"I'll just use this."

Seeing this, Lu Zhen was silent for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Miss Rong really hides her secrets."

Rong Yin's face turned red and he explained: "I have little strength, so I was not good at practicing those weapons. Later, my father asked someone to help me with this soft sword."

Speaking of this, she felt a little sad.

Before her identity as a daughter was revealed, her father had raised her as a heirloom, so since she was a child, her father had personally taught her martial arts, hoping that one day she could inherit the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, and even hoped that she would One day I can go into battle and kill the enemy and become famous.

But all of this turned into a joke as her daughter's identity was revealed.

So her father was very disappointed with her for a while and didn't even want to see her.

Seeing her deep in thought, Lu Zhen vaguely guessed what she was thinking, and casually drew an iron sword from the weapon rack.

The sound of "choking" and the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed brought Rong Yin back from his wandering thoughts.

She looked intently at Lu Zhen, and when she saw a sword in his hand, she asked, "Are you good at using swords?"

Lu Zhen shook his head, "Not necessarily."

What does not necessarily mean?
Rong Yin was a little confused.

Lu Zhen saw her doubts and explained: "On the battlefield, I am better at using a halberd, but in peacetime, I use a sword more."

Hearing this, Rong Yin said with some admiration: "The halberd is very heavy."

"It's not bad." As Lu Zhen spoke, he slowly raised the sword in his hand and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." Rong Yin nodded, and raised the soft sword in his hand, ready for battle.

Lu Zhen smiled, and with a flash of sword light, he had already attacked her.

Rong Yin didn't dare to take it lightly and hurriedly stopped him with his sword.

The sword blades touched each other and made a clanging sound.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged dozens of blows.

Lu Zhen was quite surprised. Although he didn't try his best, he was really impressed that such a slender person like Rong Yin could survive so many moves with him.

"No, Prince Lu, I give up."

After a few more moves, Rong Yin gradually lost ground and his physical strength was obviously exhausted.

She waved her sword and retreated, begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Lu Zhen quickly sheathed his sword.

Seeing her leaning on the ground with her sword and bending over to catch her breath, he stepped forward to help her, "How are you?"

His hand suddenly came up, Rong Yin stiffened, and said: "I, I'm just a little tired..."

"Well, I'll help you take a rest over there for a while." Lu Zhen didn't think too much and naturally helped her to the pavilion.

Rong Yin came back to her senses, blushed and said, "Thank you, Prince Lu."

Lu Zhen looked at her blushing face, paused, and whispered, "You can call me Lu Zhen."

Rong Yin was stunned and raised her head to look at him, only to see that he had turned his back.

For a moment, she was at a loss, and her heartbeat was beating wildly, as if out of order.

The two of them were not close friends, and it was not appropriate for her to call him by his first name. She believed that Lu Zhen knew that, but why did he say that?