Sweet concubine ninety-nine

Chapter 79
However, Bei Chenyue held her hand tightly, not intending to let go at all.

"That... Your Highness??" Mu Jiujiu raised her head in confusion, glanced at Bei Chenyue, and signaled him with her eyes, can she let go of her hand? ?

Bei Chen lowered his eyes slightly, although he was very reluctant to let go of the warmth from her palm, but out of face, he silently let go of the hand that had been holding her all along.

Mu Jiujiu smiled at Bei Chen with some embarrassment, retracted her hand, sat a little further away from him, yawned, and continued to doze off bit by bit.

Bei Chenyue stared at her hands for a while, and suddenly called out in a deep voice: "Mu Jiujiu."

"Ah?" Mu Jiujiu raised her head and looked at Bei Chenyue with some doubts, "What orders does Your Highness have?"

"It's nothing." Bei Chenyue continued to Mu Jiujiu with a blank face, "It's just that when you held my hand just now, this king felt that your palm was very soft, and it didn't look like a martial arts practitioner."

Mu Jiujiu was a little puzzled: "What should the hands of a martial arts practitioner look like?"

Bei Chenyue said: "People who practice martial arts hold swords or bows every day, and there will be more or less calluses from the wear and tear of these weapons on the palms of their palms. It should be very rough to the touch."

Mu Jiujiu: "Your Highness has ever touched the hand of a martial arts practitioner?"

Bei Chenyue: "Fei Yun is a martial artist, and he is also the general of our Beichen Kingdom."

"Oh..." Mu Jiujiu thought about it, and said with an indifferent expression on his face: "That may be because they all have weapons that they often use. Like me, I have always been unarmed and have never held any weapons, so I didn't leave any weapons in my palms. Calluses are also normal."

Listening to her words, Bei Chen couldn't help but frowned slightly and said, "Didn't you take any weapons?"

Could it be that the ladle you held in your hand last time is not considered a weapon? ?
"Yes!" Mu Jiujiu nodded cheerfully and said, "My master said that the highest state of martial arts is not the unity of man and sword, but having no sword in hand is better than having a sword. As long as the internal force is strong enough, everything in the world can become you. The sword in the hand, the willow leaves falling from the tree are the sword, and the scale in the street vendor’s hand is the sword.”

"The hairpin on my head is a sword, and the wrench in your hand can also be a sword, Your Highness."

Mu Jiujiu explained to Bei Chenyue very seriously: "Anyway, my master is amazing, in his hands anything can be turned into a weapon!!"

"Is that so... I think you're pretty good too. With a ladle in your hand, you can kill thirty dead men..." Bei Chen twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a calm voice.

"I can't, I haven't reached the level of my master yet." Mu Jiujiu couldn't help but sighed while talking: "Hey, I can't use willow leaves as swords, and the willow leaves are in my hands Li, always light and airy, can't even hurt anyone."

Bei Chenyue: "..."

Let's forget about interlocking fingers... In fact, isn't it good to live every day like this? ?

"By the way, Your Highness, do you have calluses on your palms?" Mu Jiujiu suddenly regained her spirits. She approached Bei Chenyue and asked curiously, "What weapon do you like to use on weekdays?"

"Use a sword." Bei Chenyue responded casually, stretched out his hand, and gave Mu Jiujiu a look with his palm up.

(End of this chapter)