The protagonist of destiny is online

Chapter 5

Hua Yuelong went to the small kitchen early in the morning to make soup to dispel the cold, first asked someone to send two copies to the study, and gave them to Yan Yuan and Yan Wenyou, and she packed the rest carefully, and brought them to the bedroom in person.

In the dormitory, a group of palace servants were circling around the cub, bringing hot water and towels.

"Mother." Yan Xuekong waved his little hand, perhaps itchy from being rubbed, and laughed non-stop.

Hua Yue walked over with a faint smile, touched it, frowned slightly, and asked, "Yanyan, why are you wet?"

"Your Majesty, it's all about slaves and maidservants." Before the cub could speak, the maid had stepped forward to plead guilty, and told the whole story in detail. She paused for a moment, but continued to say, "The prince turned around and left. , throwing His Highness in the snow..."

The smile on Hua Yuelong's face gradually disappeared.

But she didn't say anything, first she took her son to take a hot bath, changed her clothes, then sat down with him in her arms, and fed him soup spoon by spoon.

"Mother, Yanyan is not sick."

Yan Xuekong stretched out his small hand, smoothed Hua Yuelong's tightly wrinkled eyebrows, and said softly, "Mother smiles, beautiful."

Hua Yuelong was amused, and kissed him on the face: "Baby is so good."

Yan Xuekong immediately covered his face, looking very shy.

Hua Yuelong felt that her son was so cute, so she kissed her again, and asked softly, "Yanyan, you gave your cousin an umbrella but he didn't pick it up, are you unhappy?"

"No. Yan Yan will give the umbrella if he wants to. Whether he can pick it up or not is a matter for the cousin." The cub's eyes were shining, and he didn't take this matter to heart at all: "Yan Yan helped the kitten bandage the leg, the little cat The cat is still running away."

Hua Yuelong's heart softened, and she patted his head.

After drinking the soup, the cub took a book and sat there reading it. Seeing that he was serious, Hua Yuelong didn't bother him, ordered a few words to the maid, and turned to go to the study.

When she opened the door and entered, she caught a glimpse of two empty bowls on the table, shook her head and said, "I thought you two would talk all morning, if I had known this, I wouldn't have bothered to worry about it."

Yan Yuan smiled and said, "With me here, are you afraid of wasting your heart?"

Hua Yuelong walked over, lay on Yan Yuan's back, and pinched him: "Tell me, is your nephew in a rebellious period? I used to treat him like my own son, and asked about his health every day, and the cost of food and clothing was never less But four years ago when I gave birth to Yan Yan, he seemed to have changed his personality, and it was fine if he didn't agree with each other and went to school, but seeing us now, we are worse than strangers."

The stranger also knows how to respect the old and love the young, and he knows how to repay his kindness. If he dared to vent his anger on her son, if he was someone else, she would directly slash him.

Yan Yuan patted her hand and said, "Ah Yun, choose a playmate for Yan Yan, Wen You is not suitable."

Huayuelong wondered: "Don't you say that brothers are of one heart now?"

Yan Yuan sighed, and said helplessly: "Wenyou's parents passed away early, and they were raised under our knees when they were young. I originally wanted him and Yanyan to support each other, but he felt aggrieved and was afraid of trouble."

Hua Yuelong understood as soon as she heard it, the conversation between uncle and nephew fell apart.

But she also had this intention, so she nodded smoothly: "After this matter is over, let Yan Yan choose."

It snowed heavily for two days, and gradually stopped. Looking up, there was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth.

It was at this time that the headmaster of Tianjian Mountain rushed to Central Continent alone with his daughter.Knowing that he was wrong, he first handed out the card outside the imperial city, and then he was ushered into the main hall.

Retiring an engagement is a private matter, so it is not easy to make it public. Yan Yuan did not allow outsiders to be present, only Hua Yuelong accompanied him, and Yan Wenyou stood aside with a cold face.

"Your Majesty Emperor Yuan, Empress Misty, we haven't seen each other for many years, but you two still have the same demeanor."

The headmaster of Tianjian Mountain looked like a middle-aged man with a serious face, but his temperament was not rigid. He pulled his daughter in front of him and said with a smile: "This is the little girl, Mu Hongyi."

Mu Hongyi is the same age as Yan Wenyou, only twelve years old. She wears a red dress and carries a long sword.

At this moment, she saluted neither humble nor overbearing: "I have met His Majesty Emperor Yuan, Empress Mistress."

Hua Yuelong said "There is no need to be too polite", looked at her for a moment, and couldn't help secretly praising her in her heart, as expected of a natural sword bone, with excellent aptitude, she has already achieved a great perfection in Qi training.

Generally speaking, before the age of seven, people's tendons are weak, and they can only lay the foundation. At the age of seven, they will formally start to cultivate and draw qi into the body.As for sword cultivators, in addition to improving their cultivation, they also need to nurture the sword of their own destiny. In the early stage, they will be slower than ordinary people, and in the later stage, they can often leapfrog to fight.

Mu Hongyi already had this level of cultivation at the age of 12. Whether it is physical fitness or understanding, she belongs to the top arrogance.

Yan Wenyou was also looking at Mu Hongyi, and the more he looked, the more mixed feelings he felt.

At the back of the main hall, a small hand quietly raised a corner of the curtain, poked his head, and looked around.

"Brother Jianling, someone is here to remind Yanyan." The cub tiptoed, stood on a high stool, swayed, and took a deep breath before stabilizing: "Ah, this sister is so beautiful. "

Xie Yuchen still looked like an eight-year-old boy, but he was two heads taller than the cub. Seeing that the little prick was trying so hard to peek, he was speechless for a moment, raised his hand and pressed down on the stool: "How beautiful is it?"

Yan Xuekong thought for a while and said, "No mother is as beautiful."

Xie Yuchen said lightly, "It's just a pink skull."

Yan Xuekong was only four years old, so he didn't know anything about pink skulls. He just felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit strange. When his cousin and the young lady in red looked at each other, they seemed to hear the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this time I begged my father to bring me here to dissolve the engagement."

After the two parties exchanged pleasantries, Mu Hongyi took a step forward and explained the purpose of her visit. When she said this, her expression was open and unconcerned, but when she looked at Yan Wenyou, she was a little more apologetic.

Yan Wenyou said coldly: "The marriage contract was made by the parents. Your father is still alive, but my father has passed away. Who are you humiliating by acting like this?"

"I have no such intention." Mu Hongyi bowed and said seriously: "I am wrong about this matter. If you want to beat or scold me, I will do as you please. But after the marriage contract is dissolved, I would like not to marry in this life, but to die in my life." Kendo, please complete it.

Yan Wenyou clenched his fists and laughed angrily: "Is your swordsmanship amazing?"

Mu Hongyi didn't speak, and acquiesced, she can bow her head in other things, only in the way of swords, she has her own arrogance.

Yan Wenyou brought a saber, seeing this, he sneered and said, "I'd like to learn it."

"This..." The headmaster of Tianjian Mountain hesitated to speak, he could naturally tell that this young man had only cultivated Qi at the third level, and that he was fighting his daughter with this cultivation level, he was looking for abuse.

The King of the Great Yan Dynasty came to Jiuzhou, so it stands to reason that the younger generation should also overwhelm the present.

However, Crown Prince Dayan was born too late, and Yan Wenyou was obviously unable to compare with Tianjiao of the same age. The headmaster of Tianjian Mountain was worried that he would lose too badly and hurt his self-esteem. alright.

Hua Yuelong kindly persuaded: "There is no need to learn from each other..."

As soon as she said something, Yan Wenyou raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, this is my business, and I want to solve it in my own way."

Hua Yuelong's expression faded, Yan Yuan held her hand, and said in a deep voice: "Since you have made your decision, no matter what the result is, you have to accept it calmly and don't blame others."

Yan Wenyou stroked the ring and said "Yes".

Mu Hongyi pulled out her sword, pursed her lips and said, "Since it's a sword competition, then don't use your cultivation, just discuss the level of swordsmanship, what do you think?"

"Follow you." Yan Wenyou swung his long sword and hit her wrist directly. Mu Hongyi turned around lightly, her red clothes fluttering, and her sword was like a streamer. After a few moves, Yan Wenyou felt the pressure.

The remnant soul in the ring said bluntly: "Boy, you are not her opponent."

Yan Wenyou said eagerly: "Master, I want to win, please help me!"

"The old man didn't use a sword back then, he used a knife. This girl was born with a sword bone. After ten years of sharpening her sword, the old man can guarantee that you will beat her in the future, but right now, you are still far behind." Remnant Soul saw that he refused to admit defeat , sighed: "Forget it, try it, third from the right."

Remindered by the remnant soul, Yan Wenyou repeatedly seized the opportunity and seemed to suppress Mu Hongyi.

Mu Hongyi wasn't in a hurry, she changed her move suddenly, and she drew the sword quickly and accurately. Although Yan Wenyou was reminded by the remnant soul, his body skills and eyesight couldn't keep up. One mistake, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Mu Hongyi put away her sword and stood up, saying: "Your Majesty, I accept it."

Yan Wenyou stood stiffly in the hall, his eyes were bloodshot, he felt extremely humiliated, he gritted his teeth and said, "Win once, doesn't mean you will win forever! Sooner or later, I will..."

"Okay, this is the end of the matter, the engagement is no longer necessary, so let it be void."

Yan Yuan interrupted his words and made a final decision.

You have to compare yourself, no one is forcing you, and besides, if you lose, you lose, it's just a competition, why is your posture so ugly.Even the Lord of the Divine Dynasty dare not say that he has never lost in his life.

He is happy in victory and calm in defeat, this is the attitude that a younger brother of Dayan should have.

Yan Wenyou lowered his head, his eyes turned cold. At this moment, there was a "click" sound from the back of the palace, and he immediately said, "Who?"

Hua Yuelong ran over and opened the curtain, caught the cub who was about to run away, frowned and said, "Yan Yan, why are you here?"

"Mother is sorry, father is sorry, cousin is sorry, Yanyan is not good."

Yan Xuekong's quick and easy admission of mistakes is both helpless and funny.

The Headmaster of Tianjian Mountain felt that the atmosphere in the hall was solemn. Seeing this, he laughed loudly and said, "This is His Royal Highness. I saw him four years ago, and he has grown so much."

Yan Xuekong greeted him politely, was led by Hua Yuelong, walked over slowly, looked at his cousin, then at Mu Hongyi, smiled and said: "Sister, Yanyan also wants to compete with you Compare."

Headmaster of Tianjian Mountain: "..."

Didn't this brat come to save the scene, but to add to the chaos?

Mu Hongyi lowered her head and looked at the cub who was much shorter than her, wondering: "His Royal Highness, you, can you hold a sword?"

Yan Xuekong let go of his mother's hand, lowered his head and rummaged through the lucky bag at his waist, and took out the sword he usually used. His pale golden eyes became brighter and brighter. Then, he swung the sword with immature movements, but Everyone present looked at it, and their expressions all changed.

He actually repeated every move Mu Hongyi had made just now, exactly.

"Sister, you are using Tianjian Mountain's Four Seasons swordsmanship, and changed here, here, and here..." Yan Xuekong held the sword, pointed out the 24 changes that Mu Hongyi had improved, and then tilted his head , with a look of praise: "Is what Yan Yan said right?"

As soon as this remark came out, the whole room was silent.

Mu Hongyi was stunned, and blurted out, "How do you know?"

What she said was an admission that what Yan Xuekong said was correct.

Yan Wenyou staggered and took a few steps back. In the winter, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. He stared at the cub, his eyes gradually changed from anger to blankness, as if he had only really realized at this time that the gap in talent was as inescapable. The chasm of transcendence always lay between him and his cousin.

Yan Xuekong replied: "I read a lot of books."