Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Departing early the next morning, Qiu Lan waited early to change clothes for Feng Ming.

The prince was envoyed, the etiquette was heavy, and nothing else, light clothing was already a university question.

Lining, coat, boots, cloak, jade pendant ... Fengming stood in the house and the puppets usually stood straight for two hours, and they were only dressed for him in the autumn basket.

"It's all right." Qiuyue stepped back, looked at it for a moment, and smiled: "Which country is our princess such as Xilei?"

Fengming only felt that the golden crown above her head was so heavy that her whole body was uncomfortable. I thought of going to Fanjia's "adventure" today. Although I was afraid, I couldn't help but get excited.

Qiu Xing and Feng Ming got used to it. They all knew that he had a good temper and were kind to others. He also hesitated, "If you want to let Rong Wang watch, I don't know how to boast."

"Don't talk about King Rong, just because the three princesses of Fanjia can't wink when they see His Royal Highness."

"Why isn't Rong Wang coming?"

"Is n’t he talking back yesterday that things are busy, ca n’t I come to deliver?"

"I don't believe it. The prince is on mission. Will he not come?"

Hearing the words Rong Wang, Fengming snorted in his nose, and suddenly heard footsteps from outside the Prince's Hall, his heart immediately jumped twice without a fight.

As their steps approached, the two turned across the door and entered the Prince's Hall, singing loudly.

"Have seen His Royal Highness!"

"Have seen His Royal Highness!"

It turned out to be General Hitomi and Xia Guan. The two were also very grandly dressed, apparently well-dressed.

"It turned out to be you ..." At this moment, Fengming was in a mood to admire their clothes. Seeing that it wasn't Rong Wang, his face was immediately darkened by 50%, and the originally bright eyes were dim.

General Hitomi bowed out: "Rong Wang ordered me to go with him to assist His Royal Highness. The teenager led a 5,000 elite soldier to **** him, and he will surely keep his high road safe."

"Xia Guan Feng Rong ordered to take care of His Royal Highness along the way, carrying herbs for emergency needs."

Feng Ming put up with it, or didn't hold back, and asked, "Where is King Rong?"

"Rong Wang's business is too heavy to be separated, and he will be greeted by the young general, but ..."

"But what?"

General Tong Tong took out a sword from behind, put it in his hands, and said loudly, "But King Rong has a life, and hand it over to His Highness."

Feng Ming looked away suddenly: "Hum, what is a broken sword to do?" The more he thought about it, the more he pointed to the autumn basket: "Take it to feed the dog!"

Qiu Lan covered his mouth and saluted, and whispered, "His Royal Highness, this cannot feed dogs."

There was a chuckle behind him, and Fengming found out what she said, and her face turned red.

Qiu Xing got closer and said quietly, "His Royal Highness wants to see King Rong, and the slaves send someone to invite them."

"Who wants to see him? Not allowed."

General Tong is the most serious man, holding his sword in his arms and waiting for Feng Ming to take it. Xia Guan smiled for a while. Even if it was not early, he smiled and took the sword. He asked, "His Royal Highness knows the origin of this sword?"

Feng Ming took a closer look at the sword. The sword body was slender, and only a thumb pearl was set on the hilt of the sword. There was no special place. Compared with the sabre commonly used by the royal family, it was simple and unremarkable.

He thought of Wei Xiaobao's iron-sharpened dagger in "Lu Ding Ji" and thought: "Did Wang Rong deliberately find me a rare sword with broken hair and broken hair?" Hum, no matter what good sword he sends, I will not spare him.

"What is the origin of this broken sword?" He said, taking it curiously and pulling out the blade. The sword body was dull, and he turned around and chopped it on the table. The table did not even have a trace, and it was not an incomparably sharp masterpiece. Fengming was even more disappointed, throwing the sword on the table and raising his eyebrows, "It's a broken sword!"

"His Royal Highness is angry, please listen to Xia Guan to tell the origin of this sword." Xia Guan bowed to Feng Ming with a large bow, holding the sword thrown aside by Feng Ming with both hands, his face was positive, and slowly said: "The name of this sword Wushuang is one of the three wonders of Xilei. This sword is unfavorable, not beautiful, and it is not as good as killing an enemy with a sword, but it is called a wonder. Prince Prince knows the reason? "