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In the carriage, ten slender fingers plucked the seven strings, who said that there were not pieces of affection lingering between those fingers.There was a touch of melancholy in her eyes, as if she had forgotten an intoxicating promise.

The palace lady sat at the front of the car, feeling sad in her heart.

She could tell that the princess' song was an ancient song "Ancient Lovesickness", and she unconsciously sang its words along with the sad melody in her heart: "You are like the bright moon, I am like the fog, The fog follows the moon and the sky leaves "dew". You are good at playing the piano and I am good at dancing. At the end of the song, people are centrifuged. It is only because of the feeling that you look back. It makes me miss you. You are suffering. Lovesickness is suffering. Who can complain? I don’t know where you are..." Singing silently, tears are in my eyes.

Whether it is beauty, talent or temperament, the princess can be picky, but God can't tolerate this perfection, and insists on using her desperate status as a royal child to deny her right to pursue happiness.This princess is still unmarried, but it is difficult to speak, so she can only sway in her heart.I can only feel sorry for myself in the soft and long Yuefu...

In Yishan Village, Bianzhou, Duan Mingyu was teaching his second son, Duan Siping, who was just four years old, to write. It was already the fifth year of Longji, and it had been three years since Duan Mingyu resigned from office. He deserves to be the richest man in the country. Even if he only has the title of King Zhao, he still has no salary, but his life is still very rich. In order to keep a low profile, his living conditions are not very luxurious, a simple medium-sized house That's all.

Duan Mingyu's identity at this time is a teacher, but it's just a way to deceive others, but he is still willing to give his children some ways to explore problems, and he still has a good life.

Duan Mingyu pointed out in a low voice: "The direction of the main pen is laid out by the secondary pen. Follow the direction of the real pen, and the imaginary pen takes over. One movement after another, the momentum is connected, and the trend is naturally drawn."

Duan Siping's flying brushstrokes naturally changed with his father's instructions.Then I heard Duan Mingyu continue: "Only when you have speed can you see the skill of regulation. This kind of regulation can only rely on the heart. If you rely on your eyes to measure and then adjust it with your hands, you will not be able to write fast at all. The so-called intent comes first. You have to Write firmly, write a word and already think about the next few words, and what you think about is not the shape at all, but the meaning. Only by speed can we forget ourselves and be able to unite our hearts and hands.”

Duan Siping gradually forgot to pay attention to the shape of the characters, and only thought about what characters I was going to write next, and the writing became faster and faster, and the writing became more and more comfortable! [

"Let the speed form the energy pulse. The pause of breathing, the pause of adding ink, the pause of words and sentences, and the pause of changing lines are all completed in the process of acceleration and deceleration. The astringent part needs to be drawn out, and the moist part needs to be pulled. Slow down at least. Changing lines and drawing paper are like threading a needle! The so-called infuriating energy comes from the change of speed!" Duan Mingyu's voice became more and more solemn, and the father and son were completely immersed in the way of calligraphy.

I saw Duan Siping's ink marks, just like the water of the Yangtze River, rolling from a distance. Originally, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the momentum was getting stronger and stronger. At this time, his eyes were only words, his heart was words, his pen That's the word!

The speed really makes the heart and hand unite, and the content and words unite...

The child's talent is very good, even if he doesn't have much ability in the future, he can still do a job like Pang Zhonghua with this beautiful calligraphy, Duan Mingyu can't help feeling proud.

After writing for a long time, Duan Siping threw the pen away, "I don't write anymore, I don't write anymore, Dad, let's teach the child how to learn martial arts."

"Well, Daddy, let's show us a set of sword skills." The youngest daughter, Ah Man, jumped out of nowhere, looking at her father with hope. Ah Man is Jun Yu's daughter, and she is just three years old now. , I haven't got a name yet, I only have a surname, and I've been messing around with Yang Zhaoniang on weekdays.

Yang Yanguang was originally Li Xuan's personal guard and the number one expert, but once the emperor became a courtier, Yang Yanguang brought his granddaughter Yang Zhaoniang and Duan Mingyu to Bianliang and lived in seclusion.

Now everyone was present, Yang Yanguang and Wang Aiqing looked at Duan Mingyu at the door, as if they wanted to watch him suffer.Duan Mingyu had never learned sword skills before, and now he was a bit embarrassed. Looking at the heavy snow outside, he couldn't help shivering.

Yang Yanguang stroked his beard, and said with a bad expression: "Could it be that some people can't do it?"

The eldest son Duan Siping and the youngest daughter Ah Man suddenly showed great disappointment in their eyes.No, I can't let my tall father's image cast a shadow, Duan Mingyu coughed twice and said: "Well, there is no knife here either."

Yang Zhaoniang immediately pulled out the plain knife from Wang Aiqing's waist, and handed it to Duan Mingyu, "Here is the treasured knife." Duan Mingyu touched her nose, "You are a girl of fifteen or sixteen, why are you still acting like a child?" of!"

After finishing speaking, he clasped his fists like a master: "Since everyone says so, then I'm not being humble, but please back off a little bit, I'm afraid that the knife is too strong, accidentally hurting an adult or a child, and that person will die a hundred times." Don't redeem it"

"Oh? Dao Qi?" Yang Zhaoniang's eyes were very confused, but she still stood back under the eaves in a very sensible way, and together with Yang Yanguang and Wang Aiqing who were still clapping, they admired the sword of Duan Mingyu, the king of Zhao who shocked the world and shocked the world. Yang Zhaoniang picked up Ah Man, took Duan Siping by the hand, and watched from the sidelines.

Duan Mingyu stood in front of the house, the fur had been left in the house long ago, stretched his limbs, lifted the front of his trousers and tied it on his belt, picked up the treasured knife, and picked it up, it was about four catties, extremely light, and he was holding the handle in his hand The fingers are well protected, and the center of gravity of the knife is not far from the upper end of the handle, which is just right, so that it is effortless to use.

Duan Mingyu raised his head, took a long breath, excitedly, and raised his sharp knife to face the air. At this moment, he felt that Fu Hongxue had possessed him! Then there is a gut-breaking roar, a cleave, followed by an intercepting armor-piercing shield strike, half-moon cut, cross-shattering cut, moon-running cut, blood shadow knife, dream-breaking knife, red sleeve knife , Seeing the Buddha and destroying the Buddha, whoever is arrested will beheaded... [

Yang Yanguang's mouth was open, and he seemed to be dislocated. The youngest daughter, Ah Man, hid behind the pillar at some point, showing a beautiful face with a very strange expression.The next moment, Bruce Lee was also haunted, his light and treacherous footwork, the cold light overflowing with the wind, accompanied by the eerie scream of "Ah, ah, ah, ah," flickering in a cloud of black mist.It is not an exaggeration to describe it as flying sand and rocks, sun and moonlight.

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