Huangxiu

Chapter 472 Passing on the Kung Fu
Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly.

The Emperor's Sword is so powerful, how could it not affect its owner?
No one has ever talked to me about this issue because it is taboo.

No matter whether it was Chu Qingyan or Chu Qingfeng, no matter how close they were to me, they would never say this.

Even Concubine Rou didn't mention it.

Concubine Rou may not have noticed this problem.

Of course, it is also possible that the emperor was not greatly affected.

Concubine Shu looked at him and said, "You are young now, so you must have fun while you are young. Don't rush to take over the Emperor's Sword. Once you take over the Emperor's Sword, your life will no longer be interesting."

Concubine Shu shook her head: "There is only government affairs day after day, and endless files to read. The little time left must be spent on cultivation. There is no time to spare. What is the meaning of living?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Your Majesty thinks that the emperor has no fun at all, rather than enjoying it?"

"He doesn't find it boring," said the concubine, "He is trapped in a situation and doesn't even realize it. He doesn't think about himself all day long. He only thinks about the affairs of the court. It's tiring to look at them."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "I will remember what your Majesty said."

It is not up to him to decide when to take over the Emperor's Sword, but it is okay to delay it.

It would be better if you practice the Glazed Blade Sutra to be strong enough to withstand the influence of the Emperor's Sword.

Concubine Shu shook her head gently: "Becoming an emperor is actually not as wonderful as imagined. It is better to be a prince... If your cultivation is weak, being a prince is not so comfortable. But for a grandmaster like you, being a prince is the most free and easy."

"Mom, now that you have become a Grandmaster, wouldn't it be a shame if you don't wield the Emperor's Sword?" Cheng Yifeng said, "I think Father is happy with it. If he were to choose again, he would still choose the Emperor's Sword."

The concubine glanced at him sideways.

Cheng Yifeng said hurriedly: "If it were me, I would also choose the Emperor's Sword."

"You——?" Shu Fei shook her head: "If you choose, you will definitely regret it and suffer."

It has to be said that fortune and misfortune are interdependent and unpredictable.

When he was young, I wanted him to be qualified to inherit the throne, but now it seems that he has lost this qualification.

Otherwise, given his temperament, if he really became emperor, he would definitely be a tyrant.

Even if he loses the qualification to inherit the throne, at least he can live in peace.

Cheng Miaozhen said, "It's time to eat, stop talking."

"My Lord, I offer you a toast."

Cheng Yifeng picked up the wine glass, stood up, and said solemnly: "Thank you for your care, Your Highness. If it weren't for your generosity, I'm afraid I would have suffered a lot, and my mother wouldn't have been so easy to rescue."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and picked up the cup: "Your Highness, you are welcome."

"I must thank you." Cheng Yifeng said solemnly: "I am deeply grateful to you, Prince. Let me express my gratitude with a glass of wine."

He drank it all in one gulp.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and drank it all.

Cheng Yifeng pulled him to sit down and said with emotion, "Alas..., to be honest, I didn't know this news before, and my mother and younger sister didn't tell me either. If I hadn't heard it by chance, I would still be practicing hard in the cliff. I am such an incompetent elder brother and son!"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Even if you know about the important events in the court, what can you do? Your Highness is powerless to do anything, just like our palace, it was the same at the beginning."

"It's different. Prince, you have changed the appearance of Prince Qing's Mansion. What about me?"

Cheng Yifeng kept shaking his head.

"Brother," Cheng Miaozhen frowned slightly, "Say something happy."

Shu Fei hummed, "Let's talk about Miss Xiao."

Cheng Yifeng glared at them: "Mother, little sister, I was speaking to the prince from the bottom of my heart!"

Cheng Miaozhen said: "Miss Xiao is a disciple of Yaoyue Palace. Big brother likes her and wants to marry her."

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Cheng Yifeng in surprise.

Cheng Yifeng said embarrassedly: "I met Miss Xiao on the way here and fell in love with her at first sight. Unfortunately, Miss Xiao is a disciple of Yaoyue Palace and cannot get married."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Your Highness, Miss Xiao doesn't want to marry, you can't force her."

Cheng Yifeng asked, "Can't disciples of Yaoyue Palace get married?"

"As far as I know, Yaoyue Palace doesn't have such a rule. However, due to the martial arts of Yaoyue Palace, once a woman's virginity is lost after marriage, her martial arts will be wasted."

"Still like this?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It is easy to age if you lose your martial arts, and women's hearts are fickle when they lose their beauty. That's why disciples of Yaoyue Palace will never marry easily. These are all lessons learned from blood." "...So, Miss Xiao and I are not destined to be together?" Cheng Yifeng asked unwillingly.

Chu Zhiyuan showed sympathy: "Just treat it as a beautiful memory."

Cheng Yifeng showed a painful expression.

Thinking that Xiao Qiuya could not marry him and could not become his woman, he felt so heartbroken that he could not breathe.

Cheng Miaozhen said: "Brother, even if we can't get married, we can still be a confidante."

"I want to marry her and live with her forever."

"Brother, please be more open-minded. At least she won't marry someone else."

"......Alas——!" Cheng Yifeng sighed, frustrated and sad.

Chu Zhiyuan couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw his rough face like this.

Chu Zhiyuan looked helpless, as if he was at a loss to help.

He really couldn't help.

Cheng Yifeng's sadness came and went quickly, and soon he was talking enthusiastically with Chu Zhiyuan again.

Before the meal was even over, Cheng Yifeng almost wanted to ask Chu Zhiyuan to become sworn brothers with him.

He soon got drunk and fell asleep on the table.

Chu Zhiyuan could see that although he appeared to be laughing, he was actually miserable inside.

It seems that he is deeply in love with this Miss Xiao.

Seeing that he was drunk, Chu Zhiyuan didn't stay any longer and left with a fist salute.

Cheng Miaozhen looked at Cheng Yifeng helplessly, then stood up and walked Chu Zhiyuan out.

After walking a few steps out of the front hall and arriving at the courtyard, Cheng Miaozhen suddenly stopped and said, "Prince."

Chu Zhiyuan stopped and turned to look at her.

Cheng Miaozhen pursed her red lips and said, "Come with me."

Chu Zhiyuan looked at her in confusion.

Cheng Miaozhen said: "My realm has been elevated now, and I can teach you the Yin-Yang Return to Void Art."

Chu Zhiyuan looked at her in confusion.

Cheng Miaozhen said: "Even if you don't want to practice, it's good to refer to it."

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "This tactic is so mysterious that it should not be passed on to outsiders."

"For me, it's just a way to kill time," Cheng Miaozhen shook her head gently, "I have nothing to repay the prince, except for this Yin Yang Return to Void Art, which is a small token of my appreciation."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "That's not necessary."

Cheng Miaozhen sighed softly: "Because of me, the prince is laughed at."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "You can't sacrifice yourself just because you don't want me to be laughed at by the world, right?... This matter is ultimately a dispute between the courts. We are all implicated, but there is nothing we can do. After all, we are members of the royal family."

"..." Cheng Miaozhen's eyes were bright and shining.

She didn't expect Chu Zhiyuan to be so open-minded.

Because I have always felt deeply guilty, I have never wanted to see him.

At this moment, I felt that I had underestimated him, and I wanted to repay him even more.

She suddenly stepped forward and gently touched Chu Zhiyuan's brow with her slender fingers.

Chu Zhiyuan could have dodged, but he didn't, and he didn't feel the danger.

The slender fingers fell on the center of the eyebrows, bringing coolness and refreshing feeling.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, attracted by the scene in his mind.

After a cup of tea, Cheng Miaozhen retracted her slender fingers and stared at Chu Zhiyuan with bright eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, with a strange light flashing in them.

Cheng Miaozhen smiled, this meant that the teaching was successful.

(End of this chapter)