Chen Leng has been injured many times, and the number of scars on his upper body is larger than that on his muscle lines, but this time the injury is really not a big injury. Wei Lan's sword is lightly stabbed, and the accuracy of the force is something that makes people admire. It would be fine if he really hurts, but pretending to be injured is very uncomfortable for Chen Leng.

He doesn't like being bedridden, but His Majesty makes him bedridden.

Lying on the bed, looking at the blue sky outside, what he was thinking about was Wei Lan's sword.

Accurate.

If a person's sword is fast enough, it can be called terrible, fast and accurate, then it is not just terrible. The word "precision" does not mean stabbing the sword at a fixed target. Such accuracy does not mean much. In actual combat, few people will stand there and wait for you to stab, and even ordinary people know how to dodge.

Wei Lan's sword is precise because he has a very good mind. He can judge the direction of the opponent's dodge or distance he moves in the shortest time. The sword will go there and wait a little in advance.

So Chen Leng was sure that his way of practicing swords should be similar to that of Cha Ye.

Huh?

I couldn't help but think of Mr. Cha again. Of course, this was not intentional, but just by the way.

Chen Leng forgot what he was thinking about in a blink of an eye. Since he thought of Cha Ye, then think about it carefully... When Cha Ye practices swords, he will hang a circle that is only a little larger than the width of the sword on the rope, and then let the rope swing. In this case, can the thousand-thorn-sized thousand-pointed thousand-pointed thousand-pointed thousand-pointed thousand-pointed ones be simply described as the word "terrible"?

Master Cha not only thorns the rings, but also cuts off the leaves.

There is naturally no fixed track for fallen leaves. Every year, autumn leaves are yellow, Cha Ye would stand under the tree with her sword and wait for the fallen leaves to fall down and cut one by one. The longest time, she stood under the tree for two sticks of incense, and no leaf fell completely until Chen Leng kicked the tree.

So there was an extra pillow on the tree, and Chen Leng walked around when he saw it.

Once, Chen Leng-mouthed said, "You are tying a pillow when you see a tree. Are you occupying the territory?"

Mr. Cha didn't react at first. When she saw the black mastiff urinating under the tree, Chen Leng tied a pillow on his head. Mr. Chen Leng felt very glad that Mr. Cha was not forcing the black mastiff to urinate on him.

The trees in the yard are tied with pillows, so the trees are all of them belong to Mr. Tea, but this is not an important thing. What is important is that Shen Leng is hers.

The palace is very large, extending from a height of more than ten meters in the mountain to a height of 100 meters on the top of the mountain. The slope is small, so the building complex is nearly a thousand meters. Because it is built according to the mountain, it seems to be staggered. The scenery of the palace is much more beautiful than the imperial garden of Weiyang Palace in Chang'an City, but I don't like it.

Too comfortable.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Similarly, it is easy to go from diligence to laziness, and it is difficult to go from laziness to diligence.

After a long time of comfort, you will become degenerate.

When the imperial physician opened the door and came in, Chen Leng was jumping in the room with his hands on his back. He didn't know how many times he had jumped, and was sweating profusely. Seeing the imperial physician coming in, Chen Leng immediately stood up and wiped his forehead sweat casually: "Sir, should I change the medicine again?"

The imperial physician hurriedly said, "Your Majesty said, you can't miss it once a day, General Shen... You have to lie on the bed at least. Your exercise is too bad for the wound to recover."

Chen Leng sighed: "If I don't jump around again, the wound will heal next time you come."

The imperial physicians want to cover their faces.

After changing the medicine, Chen Leng lay on the bed again, and had to think of the situation in Dongjiang... Pei Tingshan had known it for a long time, but before he saw him, he didn't know how arrogant he was. After arriving in Dongjiang, he understood why so many people called Pei Tingshan Pei Crazy. It was because he had brought nine thousand soldiers to Chang'an, but because he was crazy most of the time.

No one is surprised by a lunatic doing anything. For example, when he ordered the local officials of the six counties near Chaoyang City in the East Xinjiang to take out the equivalent of treasury taxes to Daobian every year. Of course, there must be no less people who want to hand over to the treasury. Therefore, the people of these six counties had to pay more than 10% every year. This is naturally not the way to govern the people of Daning, and the local governments did not dare to give it casually, so they sued Pei Tingshan to His Majesty. He dared to do such taboos, and even more excessive things may not be impossible.

But Chen Leng firmly believed what His Majesty said... No general in the Four Frontiers will rebel.

If that's the case, what is Your Majesty doing?

His Majesty asked him to live in the palace and asked the swordsman to retreat two miles. Could it be that the one who was guarding against Pei Tingshan?

At this moment, someone pushed the door open and came in. Naturally, the person who came in without knocking on the door was His Majesty. Chen Leng quickly got up from the bed and leaned over to salute. The emperor waved his hand casually, and looked like he was a little tired and found a place to sit down: "Where is the water?"

Chen Leng hurried over to make tea.

"I have been abandoned for too long. I have less work today. I punched and wanted to run a few laps like you, but I ended up being exhausted and panting."

The emperor wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Can you run away like this when you were a child?"

Chen Leng nodded: "Yes, I pointed at it when I was a child."

The emperor wanted to learn more about Chen Leng's childhood, but the speaker was unintentional. Suddenly, Chen Leng started working as a hard worker at the age of seven or eight. After he was ten, he started carrying a bun to the dock. If he didn't run, he would not survive.

The emperor's heart tightened slightly and changed the topic: "It's still good to have sweat all over. My shoulders and neck were wrinkled and painful. I punched and ran for a few laps and it was obviously much better..."

He said this, but the picture appeared in his mind involuntarily. A little boy in rags was running towards the dock with a scoop bigger than him. Every step he ran out was sweating. The emperor's eyes were dazed, and he seemed to really see the little boy's bloody soles when he ran up.

I dare not think about it anymore.

"You must not have much time to play when you were a kid."

The emperor waved: "On the boat, go and get a box of pearls, and carry the round ones."

Dai Fangzhou, who was guarding the door, hurried out, thinking that Your Majesty is going to reward General Chen again. General Chen is really lucky and lucky. I don’t know why His Majesty just looked at him so much. But the more he did this, the more Dai Fangzhou understood that he should keep a sufficient distance from General Shen. Taizu’s legacy is still stuck on the wall of the East Warehouse Pavilion of the Baoji Hall of Weiyang Palace. If the eunuch in the harem is too close to the court officials, he will be beheaded.

The more you value someone your Majesty values, the more you will deliberately distance yourself. Dai Fangzhou knew that it would be not good to completely break the relationship, and he would be close to him and let General Chen remember him from time to time, and His Majesty would not feel that he was close to General Shen, which would be the best.

Chen Leng was also thinking that he was not rewarded for nothing and did nothing. His Majesty is going to appreciate pearls again, but he still has to carry big and round gifts. A picture appeared in Chen Leng's mind. He used the box of pearls he praised by His Majesty to make a shiny squid for Tea Master. One beads were decorated next to another, and it reflected in a mess when walking, and it was reflected in all directions. That posture must be very beautiful. At night, he took the lights to follow, which would definitely be even more beautiful.

This aesthetic...

Later, Chen Leng thought about it and couldn't do that, otherwise, if Cha Ye went out shopping, others would think she was a clam spirit...

Soon, Dai Fangzhou ran in with a wooden box. The wooden box contained pearls, large and small, the big ones could be nearly as big as an egg, and the small ones were as big as finger belly. The emperor took the box and looked at it, thinking that the quantity was OK.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Chen Leng has already worshipped.

The emperor was stunned: "Do you... think I want to reward you with these pearls?"

Chen Leng was also stunned: "No...no?"

The emperor snorted: "Of course not. I just asked you just now that I was afraid I didn't have time to play any games when I was a child. Have you ever played pinball?"

Chen Leng lowered his head and prevented the emperor from seeing the corners of his mouth twitching: "Isn't a pinball a mud ball?"

"I don't have mud balls, either."

The emperor scattered the pearls all over the floor: "I only have pearls, please make do with it... Come on, accompany me to pinball. If you win, I will reward you all."

Chen Leng's eyes lit up and he rolled up his sleeves: "Come on!"

Then I felt a little out of control, so I lowered my head again, which was a little embarrassed.

The emperor also rolled up his sleeves and squatted on the ground: "You go dig a hole first."

Chen Leng: "This is the palace, Your Majesty."

"Isn't the palace mys? If you want to dig it, you can dig it."

Chen Leng looked at the hard blue brick floor, and did not bring weapons in his hand, so he looked at the emperor with a difficult look: "Your Majesty, otherwise let's go outside to play, it's easy to dig holes in the mud outside."

The emperor glared at him: "I'm going to play pinball with you in full view of everyone?"

Chen Leng lowered his head again.

Although the emperor felt that it seemed very exciting to do so, he would definitely not do that. If he really did it, Lai Cheng, the Censorate, could block the door of the study room of the palace from dawn to dark, and nothing else would be fine. He was scolded by the Censor for playing pinball... If this amount was added to the historical books, he would be a fool.

"Use this."

The emperor casually took off a garland from his belt and threw it over. It was a dagger with seven treasures inlaid. It was very small, only a slap, but it was really priceless.

When Chen Leng pulled out the dagger and poked it into the blue brick, he poked it. Dai Fangzhou's heart hurt, and the emperor was still squatting in the heartless joy, as if the treasure was not his.

Chen Leng's next move made Dai Fangzhou's eyes widen, and he couldn't shout... Chen Leng dug the pit and actually kicked the dagger into his arms.

It's so easy.

The emperor stretched out his hand: "Take it out."

Chen cold face turned red: "I'm used to it."

"I know that Chen Xiaosong was just following my things like this, and he was very happy."

Chen Leng handed the dagger to Dai Fangzhou. Dai Fangzhou was about to return it to the emperor, but the emperor said, "Just treat it as a lottery. If he wins the ball, I will reward him with the seven-treasure dagger. If he loses, I will deduct his ten-year salary."

He turned cold and pale: "Can you not play?"

The emperor waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense."

Outside the palace hall, Mu Zhaotong and Pei Tingshan came together to visit Chen Leng's injuries. Both of them had a purpose, although it was different.

The eunuch said that His Majesty was discussing important matters with General Shen Leng, and it was difficult for the two of them to disturb them directly. They just waited outside the hall. From time to time, they heard His Majesty's cheerful laughter coming out of the hall. The two looked at each other and thought to themselves that what the king and minister were talking about.

Chen Leng stood up straight with a frustrated look on the hall, and all the pearls he gave him were lost.

Maybe you have to pay a ten-year salary.

The emperor looked at Chen Leng's empty hands and smiled so hard that he couldn't help himself.

"Give him the dagger."

The emperor gave Dai Fangzhou a command. Dai Fangzhou hurried over and handed the Qibao dagger to Chen Leng with both hands. Chen Leng took it but was still dissatisfied. He felt that this thing would not be worth ten years' salary.

The emperor smiled and returned to the study and sat down: "The pearls belong to you too."

Chen Leng felt that he was not losing money.

"Your Majesty, how can you play pinball so accurately?"

"Do you know how that dagger came about?"

"It can't be won by His Majesty's pinball."

Chen Leng said unintentionally, just squatting on the ground to pick up pearls.

The emperor smiled and said nothing.
Chapter completed!