Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 703
Compared with what that girl had given, what are these little things he is doing now?
Just after she left that year, those "loyal ministers" who had been pestering him to avenge his father also disappeared.The girl protected him once again with his actions.

Eight years ago, after Emperor Taizu passed away, all news of that girl was cut off.At that time, many people around him disappeared overnight, and he finally understood that no matter where she was, she was actually protecting him all the time.

Until she's really gone.

He has no blood relationship with the girl who is only ten years older than him, but she has taken care of him for eight full years since he was born.

It was she who told him with her actions what benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and cleanliness are.

Relying on the moonlight hidden in his heart since he was a child, he did not grow into a person full of hatred under the malicious indoctrination of those around him.

She can do this to a person who has no blood relationship, why would he fight with his sister?

On the battle stage of Nanchu Jixia Academy, Ying Xun raised his head and calmly looked at the restless people around him and the examiner whose patience seemed to be reaching its limit.

"Former Qin's stepson! A quarter of an hour at most! End the battle quickly!" The examiner shouted loudly.

"How is your rest?" Ying Xun looked down at Ying Baoyue on his lap, "Don't listen to him, the eight-player battle is unlimited, and I can delay it for a while."

"A quarter of an hour should be enough, if we drag it any longer..." Ying Baoyue looked at the other practitioners in the audience who were speechless, "If we drag it any longer, someone will really drive us down."

"That's good, but it really takes time and you don't need to be polite. Now that you have reached this level, your brother and I are ready to be shameless." Ying Xun said solemnly.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, she wanted to say something else, Ying Xun covered her eyes with her hand, "It's the last quarter of an hour, this time is hard-won, you should have a good rest."

Ying Baoyue moved her lips, and finally closed her eyes.

Feeling the slight itching of the girl's eyelashes on the palm of his hand, Ying Xun quietly looked at the back of his hand.

He had to cover her eyes, looking at those eyes, he always had the illusion that he shouldn't have.

It was an extremely short and extremely long quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour later, before the examiner stepped onto the stage angrily, Ying Baoyue opened his eyes.

"Are you ready?" Ying Xun asked.

"Well," she nodded.

Feeling that Ying Baoyue's breath had indeed calmed down, and a trace of blood had returned to her cheeks, Ying Xun heaved a sigh of relief and reached out to help her up.

The examiner, who was about to have a fit on the stage, stared at the two people who were facing each other again, and then retreated to the edge.

The noisy people around also stopped, staring at the two people on the stage with wide eyes.

"What? Are these two finally going to fight?"

Ying Xun stretched out his hand to hold the long sword inserted in the crack of the stone slabs on the ground, and the cheers from the audience reappeared.

However, the boy just stroked the tassel of the sword on the hilt quietly.

"This tassel..." Ying Baoyue looked at him and paused.

"I lost it once when I was a child," Ying Xun smiled and said to her, "but my father picked it up for me."

Ying Baoyue was startled when she heard this.

A complicated smile appeared on the corner of Ying Xun's mouth.

On the night of her last birthday that she spent with him, after driving her away, he drove away all the palace attendants who came to coax him, and squatted in the corner by himself.

And at this moment, a voice came from beside him, "Don't you want this Jiansui anymore?"

He turned his head, looked at the tall figure and said in surprise, "Father?"

"Give me what you don't want." The long arm of the man behind him passed through his shoulders, picking up the sword tassel he had thrown in the corner, "You don't know how difficult it is for her subordinates to get one, sell it or give it away Everyone else is worth a lot of money."

"Sell... sell it?!" He widened his eyes, stretched out his little arms and legs and jumped to grab it, "You are not allowed to sell it, and you are not allowed to give it to others! This is..."

"What? Didn't you say you don't want her things?" Looking at his appearance, the expression of the man in front of him suddenly turned cold.

"I, I was just furious, they all said she was..." He defended himself.

"They? Who are they?" The man in front of him lowered his head and looked at him firmly. "As a child of the royal family, I don't know how to listen to my own judgment. It's useless to have these ears. It's better to cut them off."

"Father..." The young him suddenly covered his ears in fright, and looked at the man in front of him in astonishment.

"I'll ask you for the last time, do you want it or not," the tall man looked at the sword spike in his hand and watched him quietly, "If you can't cherish the kindness of others, it's better to stay away."

"Until you can't speak well, you are not allowed to see her again."

"I..." He looked at the sword spike in the man's hand and was speechless. Although he was angry, he didn't want to see her again...

"Father, I just..." He muttered, but the man in front of him looked calm.

"As I said, this matter has nothing to do with her. I am the one who is sorry for your mother, and I am the one who wants to marry her." His father looked at him quietly, "The person you want to hate is me, not her. She was involved by me, she didn't need to care about you."

"So today's matter, the wrong person is you."

The tall man watched him quietly, "If you don't even have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, you will only harm more people as a child of the royal family in the future."

"I don't allow anyone to take advantage of her tenderness, including you."

He stared blankly at his father with wide eyes, and finally reached for the tassel in his hand.

"Have you figured it out?" the man asked.

He nodded, and then heard the man in front of him say, "Then swear."

swear.

Ying Xun let go of the sword spike in his hand, and looked at Ying Baoyue on the battle stage.

"Didn't you ask me before if I hated my mother?"

Ying Baoyue, who was about to draw his sword, was startled when he heard this, and looked up at him.

"My father once made me swear that I will not harm her in my life. No matter what happens, I must not hate her." He said quietly.

Ying Baoyue's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

that person……

The next moment she pulled out her sword and looked at Ying Xun with a complicated expression, "Cousin..."

Ying Xun raised the sword in his hand, and the two swords faced each other.

"I'm telling you this for nothing else," Ying Xun looked at Ying Baoyue and said, "It's just that someone has protected me so much, let me protect someone who can protect me once."

It was his turn to protect her.

The next moment, under the eyes of everyone, Ying Xun let go of his hand.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Former Qin stepson Ying Xun admits defeat," he looked at the examiner who was standing there blankly, "My lord, ring the bell."

The people in the audience looked at each other, Ying Baoyue stared blankly at the person in front of him, "You..."

"I know you will always feel sorry," Ying Xun looked at her, "How about this, in the middle-level ceremony, I asked you to return it, and you took three more tricks from me, is this acceptable?"

It was too difficult to convince her, and Ying Xun felt helpless.

You must know that three moves by a master are enough to kill one life.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay."

Ying Xun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly looked at the examiner, "My lord?"

"You, you, former stepson, have you made up your mind?" The examiner's eyes widened.

"Think about it, if you don't ring the bell, I'll ring it myself," Ying Xun said coldly.

The examiner took a deep breath, and finally raised the bell hammer out of desperation.

The bell for the end of the high stage rang, and there was a dead silence in the audience, and a huge noise suddenly broke out in the next moment.

"Four finalists, former Qin, Ying Baoyue wins!"

It's just because at this moment, in the last round of the Southern Chu Elementary Ceremony, the first practitioner ranked among the top four.

born.

(End of this chapter)