Luo Mingguang had a dirty thought in his mind, and suddenly saw Comrade Xiaoshou approaching with disgust, holding her sleeve with two fingers: "Why are you still dressing up? Didn't you say yesterday that the woman from the Liao family gave you clothes? Why don't you like it? I don't like it? I don't like it and tell my brother, I'll buy it for you!"

Fan Ju was surprised by his behavior. He knew a little bit of this young man's temperament. He had such a background and outstanding appearance. He had always been very proud. He had never been so close to a woman that he would not avoid suspicion?

He couldn't help but look at Luo Mingguang carefully. He was dry and pickled vegetables, and he couldn't see anything strange?

Luo Mingguang pulled back his sleeves and replied dissatisfiedly: "I'm just dressed up just right. You are not going on a blind date. Are you dressed so sexy? Are you afraid of thorns on the mountain roads?"

Fan Ju almost burst into laughter by her words, afraid of making trouble for the young master, so she quickly lowered her head to cover up.

Mu Yun lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his body, "Isn't it just a piece of clothing? If it breaks, it will still be broken!"

"It's not a question of whether to throw it away or not. You are snatching clothes from Thorns along the way. When will you get the place? Also, you two..." Zhao Yan said little by little below the jaw: "Do you two really have to fight the beast with your gorgeous big sword? Or do you go to perform a sword dance?"

Because the sword can only be stabbed directly, it is not as practical as the sword when killing enemies. It has always been used as a symbol of etiquette or a symbol of identity, and the other is the prop used by the dancer to increase the effect of music and dance. Although she did not understand these, she occasionally read an article discussing the symbolic meaning of the sword in her previous life, so she had such a reaction.

"A gorgeous big sword?" Mu Yun repeated in confusion, and suddenly laughed as he looked at the weapon in his hand.

Fan Ju explained kindly: "Miss Luo, this is not a sword, it is a knife!"

Luo Mingguang was stunned and knew that he was probably making a joke. He stood with an awkward look on his face with the urge to cover his face.

It is rare that she has such an inexperienced time. Mu Yun is very interested. He patted her head and deliberately joked: "My poor girl, who grew up in this remote countryside, has become a little fool."

After winning the game back, he was very happy, and laughed again, turning around while laughing: "Go back and change your clothes!"

Luo Mingguang rubbed his nose and looked at his back and muttered: "Aren't the swords all curved? How can there be a sword that looks exactly like a sword!"

Zhao Yan curled his lips slightly, took off the weapon from his waist and handed it over, and said, "I borrowed you a long experience."

Luo Mingguang glanced at him, saying that she was a joke that she had no knowledge. If this person didn't speak, he would have choked first as soon as he spoke.

Fan Ju almost didn't stare out her eyes. He was not very surprised at Mu Yun's attitude towards the girl before. After all, Mu Yun was always indifferent. But this prince of Shunyi, who is unknown to the capital, is not aware of any of the people in the capital, is cold and taciturn, and ignores people's love. But the women in the capital are crazy and miss him. If anyone can get a word from him one day, they will be envious and jealous among their companions for a long time.

Such a character actually took the initiative to talk to this little girl, but the sun was so scary that it didn't come out of the west.

Fan Ju looked at the little girl again and saw that there was a pickled vegetable on both sides. There was nothing special. If you want to say it was special, it was just a little black, a little thinner, a little shorter, and a little yellower. Could it be that these two men are good at this?

Luo Mingguang took the knife with both hands, held the handle of the knife with one hand and the scabbard with the other, and pulled it hard--it didn't even pull it open!

Zhao Yan coughed lightly, snatched the knife with one hand, then gently tug the hand holding the knife handle, and with a clanging sound of gold and iron rubbing, the blade was pulled out.

So relaxed? It was obviously difficult to get rid of it just now! This guy must have deliberately seen her look ugly, so he was obviously very difficult, but he deliberately pretended to be relaxed.

She found that Mu Yun had a bad surface, but this person had a bad inner body.

The sword is straight and long, with one side and a diagonal cut at the top. It is indeed not a sword with both sides. If it is installed in the scabbard, it is all slender and it is indeed difficult to tell whether it is a sword or a sword.

The blade is cold and the air conditioner is shining. You can tell at a glance that it is a good knife.

Luo Mingguang couldn't help but look envious. He should be very chivalrous in holding such a weapon, right?

Zhao Yan said: "Like it?"

Luo Mingguang nodded honestly: "Yes!"

"It's useless to like it." Zhao Yan said and snatched the knife.

Luo Mingguang: "..."

Fan Ju: "..." He must be in the back of his ears!

"This knife is called a horizontal knife." Zhao Yan explained from the side without any emotion.

"Is it the origin of the horizontal sword immediately?" Luo Mingguang answered quickly.

Zhao Yan: "You're thinking too much."

He lowered his head and put the knife back on his waist, and said, "So you understand it, you don't know it, you don't know it, you don't know it?"

This was a twist of words, and Luo Mingguang immediately understood it. He thought about it and said, "That's true."

The magic that people don’t know is indeed her strength, as well as the things that were incredible to the ancients in later generations, so people of this era naturally don’t know. As for the inexplicable Daqi Dynasty, it was so dark for her.

Zhao Yan fiddled with the horizontal sword, "So I don't know whether the prince or something?"

"Uh... I know this, I know all the creatures on the mountain. Persimmons are a kind of fruit that bears on fruit trees. When the fruit matures, they are red, soft and sweet, and they are so delicious."

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at her. Her serious nonsense was just revenge on him for laughing at her for being ignorant.

Fan Ju couldn't help laughing, and the soft and sweet prince couldn't help laughing even more.

While talking, Mu Yun changed his clothes and came out, the two of them stopped talking and walked out of Suiyun Villa together.

After leaving the yard, about twenty Yulin Guards stood in high spirits and stood on both sides and hugged their horses, carrying food and supplies immediately.

When Mu Yun saw the horse, he slapped his forehead: "Oh! The girl can't ride a horse, why did she forget this!"

He looked around and said, "How about you sit behind me, so we brothers and sisters don't need to avoid suspicion."

Luo Mingguang didn't care about men and women, but he had never ridden a horse and was eager to try it out.

"Why should I try?"

"This is not a joke. If I accidentally broke my neck, where can I find a girl? If the girl dislikes me, let's hire a carriage..."

Fan Ju: Master, do you have a real girl?

Mu Yun was nagging, Luo Mingguang casually walked to a horse led by a Yulin Guard, reached out to touch his neck, then leaned over and whispered for a while, then patted the horse's neck with his little hand and turned around to interrupt Mu Yun: "Okay, it promised to let me ride."

Mu Yun choked: "It agrees, it will agree...even if it agrees, can you go up?"

The horse was tall and had long legs, but Luo Mingguang was not as tall as the horse's back because of his malnutrition. How to get up is really a problem.

Mu Yun looked at her height and the ratio of the horse, and smiled gloating: "Why would you carry you up?"

Facing the little girl like bean sprouts, he really felt no difference between men and women.

Before he finished laughing, Luo Mingguang slapped the horse's back again, and the horse bent its legs and knelt down.

Mu Yun and everyone were stunned. Luo Mingguang raised his legs and stepped onto the horse's back, grabbed the bridle with both hands, and said, "Okay, get up!"

The horse was really obedient and stood up slowly on the ground.

As everyone was petrified, the strange little girl had already set off with her whip gently.
Chapter completed!