Chen Palace

Chapter 18 Bright Sword
When the Tatar envoys and their party arrived at the guest house specially set up by the Ministry of Rites, an eloquent said that these barbarians were very arrogant when they came to Beijing, it is better to neglect them for a few days and kill them.

Yuan Qi was so angry that he laughed at that time: "Continue to let them laugh at the narrowness of Tianchao?! It's a bunch of nonsense!"

He behaved appropriately, neither summoning them hastily, nor deliberately neglecting them, and after finishing his visit the next morning, he met the envoys and his party in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He purposely didn't use the formal and magnificent Hall of Supreme Harmony - such a big place, there are only a few people alone, and the solemnity makes the other party proud.

So when these prairie warriors rode into the palace in furs, what they saw head-on was the tall and bright emperor in casual clothes, only in his twenties, very handsome.

There are not many followers behind him, and there are two people on each side, each holding a vessel, whisk, wishful, and a sword.

The one holding the sword was Chen Lu. She originally held Ruyi, but Yuan Qi smiled and said, "You have a biting aura, why not hold a sword, so that these Tatars can know that the Central Plains is not just about rites, music, poetry and books!"
Although it was a joke, it also had the sound of gold and stone. Yuan Qi's perception of these Tatars can be seen.

Chen Lu holds the sword in her hand, walking all the way, the more she looks at it, the more amazed she is - the sword looks simple and simple, but it has a powerful aura inside, which is unbearable for the weaker mind.Gently pull out a small piece, but see that the brilliance is like the rising sun, and the universe is self-generated in the breath-inspect carefully, and the ancient seal "Tai Ah" can be vaguely seen on the hilt of the sword.

Could this be the ancient Tai'a sword, one of the top ten famous swords?

At this moment, she was standing behind Yuan Qi, watching the envoys file in, but she felt the sword intent in her heart, wishing she could meet a strong enemy and fight freely in the sky.

The leader was the young aristocrat I saw yesterday, followed by a short, stocky middle-aged man with a philistine look, not like a warrior on the prairie, but like a rich native.The next few, due to their status, could only wait in front of the door.

The young man smiled brightly, his white teeth were shining brightly, and his handsome face illuminated the entire hall. He walked up to the throne, and instead of kneeling down, he just bowed:
"Under the tent of the Great Khan, Muna has met His Majesty the Emperor."

The celestial court is full of anger. The Tatars worship the longevity sky, and they only kneel to the gods and the Great Khan. They are only willing to kneel on one knee when they go to the celestial court on weekdays. All the officials have consciously swallowed their anger. La only bowed, which was simply too contemptuous.

The anger in Yuan Qi's eyes flashed away, and he smiled easily: "I heard that you Tatars, although you are not civilized, but the bone in your knee can still bend, you must be more ignorant than the previous people... …Poor thing, not even that bone is "civilized"!"

The dark and vicious words immediately made everyone laugh. The young man was so angry that he couldn't find any words to refute for a while. The short and fat middle-aged man behind him took a step forward and said with a kind smile: "Your Majesty the Emperor doesn't know something. It’s not that your lord has weak knees, but we Tatars never salute to women—are there not two women behind His Majesty?”

Everyone almost sneered, this fat man is so shameless, he insisted on bringing out the maid behind the emperor to speak out, the implication is that he never wants to kneel down.

The young man laughed loudly: "We have a proverb that goes well: Before the wolf king, there are only warriors, not she-wolves - only the weak can grow out of women's silk and satin. Oh, I read it right? That woman is still holding A sword? Emperor, are you going to let the girls protect you?"

The fat man joked in time: "You can't blame His Majesty the Emperor, it's because those men and generals are so ineffective... Hehe, let this little woman be included in this gift!"

While he was talking happily, a cold voice sounded: "It seems that the two envoys don't take my sword seriously?"

The young man was proud and arrogant, and blurted out: "Women in your celestial dynasty are so weak, where is the material for holding a sword?"

The voice was as clear as a cold spring: "Since this is the case...the messenger might as well step forward, I want to learn a good trick!"

I saw that a woman came out more and more, it was the previous sword bearer.

She is only in her teens, not very beautiful, she only has a pair of eyes, as clear as ice and snow, as if she is detached from the reincarnation of the world, and wants to absorb the soul of people.

Only a dragon's chant was heard, Tai'a sword was out of its sheath, she stood quietly, pointing at the two of them.

Immediately, a sword intent surged like a glacial river, shocking the mind instantly, making people shiver uncontrollably.

The young man raised his thick eyebrows and was about to step forward, but the short, fat middle-aged man took a step ahead and smiled more honestly: "I'll do it."

The guards in the palace almost booed. They were all trainers, and they could tell at a glance that although the young man was good at martial arts, his internal strength was still weak after all, while the fat man was really a top-notch master despite his country bumpkin appearance. Dealing with a little girl is really bullying.

Yuan Qi knew that Chen Lu had no internal strength, so he frowned and said, "Shang Yi is very brave, but don't you think the messenger is suspected of bullying the small?"

He looked at Chen Lu, motioned her to agree with him, and then backed away.

Chen Lu said: "Your Majesty, please don't blame me for making my own decisions. In fact, these two people insulted me face to face. If I don't let me get rid of this hatred, how can I have the face to walk in front of the imperial court!"

She returned a meaningful look, indicating that she had already made up her mind.

Of course, Chen Lu was not dazzled by anger. In her previous life, when the enemy used aggressive tactics from time to time, she just ignored them.But this time, the situation was really weird, the two messengers didn't seem to be here to deliver letters, but their voices sounded like they were deliberately provoking—no matter how straightforward and reckless they were, they wouldn't act like this!
So she decided to act first, to suppress their arrogance no matter what, just to find out the truth!
Yuan Qi had no choice but to order the palace supervisor to clear a space in the court, and everyone formed a circle, waiting for this "competition" of disparity in strength.

Chen Lu has changed into a narrow-sleeved arrow jacket, and she only looks heroic. Anyone who knows how to walk will know that she has almost no internal strength. How can she compete with first-class masters like this?

The two drew their swords and stood still.

Fatty's eyes flashed brightly, and with the big knife in his hand holding a thunderous aura, he fell down like Mount Tai.

This move is extremely simple, but it is better than having a lot of internal strength - obviously, he saw the reality of Chen Lu and wanted to use his internal strength to win with one move.

He saw a blur in front of his eyes, he was dazzled, and felt a flash of white shadow, and a gust of cold air rushed towards his face - Tai'a sword had already arrived in front of him.

He didn't dare to take it too seriously, and avoided the catastrophe by turning sideways.

I saw Tai'a's bones shining coldly under the sun, every move and every move of the woman was extremely fierce and killing moves, she never dragged her feet, and did not have a single superfluous movement.

The fat man tried to oscillate with internal force, but unexpectedly, no matter how tricky the angle was, the woman had the foresight to strike back from an incredible angle.

He shouted angrily, and the saber's posture changed immediately, revealing a strange blood, but it was much more vicious than before.

Chen Lu smiled, and the sword intent also changed accordingly, becoming erratic and light, as if a beautiful woman falls into a clear pond under the moon.

Fatty saw the sword moving slowly in front of him, but if he wanted to meet it, it would reach its peak in an instant, and the seemingly invisible brilliance went straight to his throat.

He spent half his life trying his best to meet him desperately.

The swords collided, and the invisible force caused the leaves in the garden to vibrate instantly. For a moment, the greenery was bold and cutting all over the sky like a sharp blade.

Fatty felt that the opponent's sword trembled slightly, and part of his internal force rushed into the opponent's meridians, like a mud cow entering the sea. He only heard the woman cough lightly. A rainbow—the next moment, he felt a chill in his throat, and the point of Tai'a sword was on it, and the coldness of the blade made him motionless.

Chen Lu smiled faintly, which made people startled—it was the smile of the supreme being, looking down on the world with infinite confidence, but the cloud was calm and calm: "Now, who is not worthy of holding a sword?"

(End of this chapter)