Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 8 - The Sword in the Cold Palace
In the golden autumn of August, the small courtyard in the cold palace was filled with murderous aura.

I saw Li Qingmei and Sikong Que wearing strange clothes, with red circles around the chest, back and heart.

She had a stern look on her face, and held a wooden sword with a covered head in her hand. She danced in the autumn wind, and the silver light suddenly appeared, like a flying dragon, like waves rippling, like fire trees and silver flowers, like snakes, wandering around everywhere.

"Come to fight!"

Sikong Que yelled, his wooden sword stabbed at her like raindrops, she blocked from left to right, accidentally, he took advantage of a loophole, and the sword was about to stab the red circle on her chest.

She flexibly uses frequent footwork to adjust and control the distance, avoiding his attack, and then uses fake movements to detect the reality, constantly seeking and creating the opportunity to attack.

Just when she was slightly distracted, Sikong Que suddenly withdrew his sword, and thrust the sword towards her chest again with a stride.

She quickly took the sword to fight, but his sword turned to her abdomen again.

"Ouch."

She grunted and was stabbed by him.

Sikong Que chuckled triumphantly, and the fierce sword wind struck again.

During this time, Li Qingmei was teaching Sikong Que modern fencing.

During the confrontation, the two sides need to constantly observe and think, and respond quickly within the limited time within the distance of the confrontation, thus forming a new thinking mode.

This can promote the rapid response ability of the trainer, especially for the good development of the mind, intelligence and body of young people, which is a very beneficial cultivation.

Long-term exercise can improve the sensitivity of calmness, observation, and quick judgment of the other party's motivation and next action in the face of crisis;
Fencing also pays attention to distance defense, so the opponent will never be able to approach his body, so as to seize the opportunity to defeat the enemy.

Due to the rapidly changing situation of the duel, in a very short period of time, it is not only necessary to judge the authenticity of the opponent's actions based on observing the movement of the opponent, but also to take active actions to set a trap for the opponent. All these determine that the swordsman's thinking must be agile and fast.

Because a little negligence may give the opponent an opportunity to create a passive situation for oneself.

It was obvious that Sikong Que had completely mastered the essentials of swordsmanship, and once again drew inferences from one instance to another, and beat Li Qingmei, the old master, to death with random punches.

In her previous life, she was a master fencer in the squadron, and she hunted geese all the year round, but today she was finally pecked in the eye by an apprentice she taught.

After Sikong Que stabbed her in the abdomen again, she threw the sword away, turned around angrily and walked towards the kitchen.

"Your Highness, you should practice against the wooden stakes first, the slaves are going to prepare lunch."

"Qingmei, where's your martial arts spirit?"

It was rare for Sikong Que to see his little maid showing the condescending attitude of a little daughter, and asked playfully.

"Your Majesty is not a gentleman. Your Highness has never heard that it is difficult to raise a girl and a villain. Hmph, I am not easy to deal with, my old arms and legs!"

Sikong Que knew very well that he was not willing to use too much strength in the competition just now.

If she had really tried hard, she would definitely not be so calmly arguing with herself at this moment.

Shaking his head, he took the sword and went to find a wooden stake to practice the sword.

He is very fond of fencing, from early summer to golden autumn, he has to play chess with Li Qingmei every morning and evening, and he still feels unsatisfied.

After practicing diligently during this period, he felt that even if he could not become a master of swordsmanship, at least he would be able to defend himself against the enemy in the future. All of this was thanks to her. , staring towards the side hall.

Ever since the man-made smallpox, he had a different emotion towards this maid.

Born in the emperor's family, he was already precocious, and he vaguely felt that this was what he liked, but now that he was on the verge of death every day, what else could he hope for?

Shaking his head helplessly, he gently put down the wooden sword, skillfully picked up the hoe resting on the wall, and slowly began to dig up the sweet potatoes that had been fruitful for a long time, then put them in a small basket and carried them into the side hall .

The side hall was already full of harvested pumpkins and sweet potatoes. She also marinated a lot of radishes and beans in jars, mixed with some diced bacon and stir-fried, it was very delicious.

"dinner's ready!"

Holding the hot pumpkin porridge, Li Qingmei still arranged the food respectfully, and then stood aside.

"Let's all sit down and eat together in the future, it's no fun for me to eat alone!"

Seeing that she didn't move, he stood up, went to the stove and brought her bowl of porridge to the table.

"Don't be hypocritical!"

"As ordered."

She sat down next to him, and then began to chomp down unceremoniously.

Sikong Que suddenly felt that the porridge in his bowl was much sweeter and more delicious than usual.
(End of this chapter)